Separated From One Another

Chapter Three: A Planet's Destruction

Warning: Torture

King Cold turned on his heel as soon as the scum was taken from the control room, he would need to address the insistent beeping at the console. He quirked a brow at the notification, Frieza had called on the Ginyu Force's aid on some dirt ball in the outer rim. This little trek across the galaxy seemed to be more interesting than he had initially thought it would.

He dialed up the captain's souter, "Captain, change of course."

"Where to your Highness?"

"Take me to Namek, I want you to orbit around the planet's moon."

"At your command."

King Cold disconnected the call, falling back into his chair with a sigh, this was turning out to be a rather eventful couple of days. First, that crew of mercenaries tried stealing valuable information and now there was something up with Frieza. He had a feeling that things would not die down anytime soon.

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Your cell was the exact same as when you left it, the lights were far too bright for you to get any sort of sleep. So you were left to lounge on your cot until something new happened. A pit grew in your stomach as you thought of Finë all alone in a different sector of the ship. Finë had watched all but one of their friends die and there was nothing further you could have done. Or was there?

Putting your head in your hands you felt pain burble up in your chest, maybe if you were faster or had trained your ki better Bay and Chavs would not have died. Your fist cracked against the metal wall at your side, and the skin on your knuckles broke under the pressure. Blood lazily dripped from the wound, you pounded your fist once again at the same spot, putting all of your power into the punch. You kept hitting the same spot over and over again, your blood smeared across the wall as you kept hitting. The sound of your knuckles breaking reached your ears, and more pain surged through your body. You deserved it.

You turned when the metal door opened with a swish, disappearing into the frame. The guard was a different one than the one from before, she was taller and had more muscles on her. You could not sense her power level at all, due to the suppression cuff on your wrist. She moved forward grabbed you by the collar and dragged you off without a word; you struggled a little before resigning to your fate. Hopefully, your death will be swift.

Much to your surprise, you were not taken to be publicly executed, for infiltrating King Cold's ship or fighting back when he killed your crewmembers. Instead, you were taken to a loading dock and commanded to move boxes around. Your body ached as you slugged through your work; your broken hand acted up but you were forced to work through it. The blood made your grip on the hefty boxes slippery, it was only a matter of time before you dropped something.

The whole ship shuttered, and another worker bumped into you, sending the box of glass vials to the floor. Your heart dropped, every vial in the box had been shattered, the head guard approached you.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Your eyes were drawn away from the box, "I dropped the box... sir..."

She growled at you, "Take it to the flogging post, I will teach you a lesson personally."

Your struggles did not matter as you were dragged across the ground to the post in the middle of the room. Your suppression cuff was clipped to one of the many short lengths of chain attached to the post. With a face against the cold surface of the pole, you could not see the head guard behind you. The prisoner rags that you had been wearing were torn down the back by another guard.

Your whole body seized when a whip cracked across your backside, you let out a shrill cry of agony. There was not a moment to breathe before the next slash cut into you, further tearing apart your back. Bloodstained your clothes, the only source of grounding was the chain you were tied to. The whipping seemingly went on for hours, you wished you were dead.

It took everything inside of you to keep on your feet when you were released from the chain. Thankfully you were taken to the medicinal ward to heal your screaming wounds, unfortunately, you had not been knocked out for long. Pain once again washed over you as a guard took custody of you. Distantly you registered the presence of another person in the ward, his skin was white and he looked near dead. You were forced into the hallway before you could stare at him any longer.