It had been some time after the mutiny on the ISS Defiant. Major Malcolm Reed had made sure that all who had played a part in the mutiny were locked up and kept in separate areas of confinement. Most if not all of them were killed after Captain Archer retook control of the ship. But now there was what to do with the rebels that were left to interrogate and turn over to the Emperor. It was known though that Reed had always kept an eye on T'Pol and now that she was one of the main instigators and locked up it gave him the perfect chance to break her down even more and have his way with her. Reed had another MACO officer follow him to where they were keeping T'Pol and had him posted outside of the door.
"No one besides me is to come in here is that clear soldier?" The MACO Soldier nodded and stood at the door.
Reed walked in and looked at T'Pol in the room. He had made sure she was kept tied up so that she couldn't try to escape and the fact that they had dressed her back in the short blue uniform that they found for her earlier only made him want to take her even more. "Well well well How are we doing today Slave?" He watched her and eyed her up, letting his eyes travel over her lovely body. Oh, the things he would do to her once he had her broken down and submitted to him or hell, even now if he got the chance. "I wonder what they will choose for your execution. A rebel like you, I'm betting will get something nice and slow." He laughed and walked over to her and ran his hand against her cheek. "But you know, You don't have to face the slow death. All you have to do is submit and you can save yourself from the execution."<|im_end|>
Lost in her own mind-numbing world of boredom and agitation, the blonde vulcan lass barely heard the door open to the room they'd locked her in. In fact, the rooms were her own quarters, but she was hardly allowed to roam free in them. She'd been chained rather securely in a standing position against the far wall where the light failed to reach even when the door was opened. It wasn't until the lights activated and burned her half-closed eyes that she realized she had company, and jerked slightly against the chains in surprise. Lucky for her, she was used to bright light due to the intense sun back on her home world, and it only took a few moments of frantic blinking before she could clearly make out the MACO uniform standing smugly before her.
Her hands were bound above her head into a heavy metal loop in the bulkhead, and the chain to the reinforced leather collar tight around her throat was attached to the same place. She was just high enough that she had to stand on her tip toes to avoid hanging by her wrists, and so was rather secure from attacking with a kick anyway.
T'pol's teeth bared in furious defiance at him when his hand stroked her cheek, and she was tempted to twist and sink them into that hand, but thought better of the idea. Her growl was audible, and she snarled at him after he finished his spiel about submission. "Ponfo miran!" She spat nastily...'go to hell' in her native tongue. She knew that speaking Vulcan was forbidden--but with her own death hanging over her head, she had ceased to care.<|im_end|>