Separated From One Another

Chapter Ten: The Truth (Lie) is Hard to Swallow

The guard caught you again, you had grown accustomed to her random visits. Her hands cracked across your body, she made sure to hit you in places no one else could see, leaving behind bruises and bright red handprints. You had given up holding in your screams after the first few visits, your throat was raw and the insides of your cheeks bloody.

She was especially brutal today, you could not hear what she was shouting about as she cracked her knucks against your ribs. Any resistance within you was crushed under the weight of her fists, each strike reverberated throughout your body. Her fists vanished from your side and you thought she was finally done with the beating.

Her hands wrapped around your neck, crushing your throat; your gasps for air were to no avail. You clawed at her arms and kicked your legs, desperate to get her off of you. Dizziness began to overtake your mind as you continued to fight back, nothing you did made her stop. Dark spots clouded your eyes, your lungs strained for air that you could not get. She dropped you to the ground, your head cracking against the metal floor. The last thing you saw was Frieza standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

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All Frieza could do was watch as you stopped moving, body limp on the ground; he could not tell if you were breathing or not. His eyes turned to the woman standing over you, it was the guard he had demoted after catching her beating you to near death. His eyes flicked from your body to her form standing over you, a grin on her face.

She just noticed Frieza was standing there, immediately she fell to her knees; he could not hear the words falling from her mouth as she begged. It was easy to hide the flairs in his power as he smacked her across the face. Her head popped, blood and brains scattering across the wall; her body fell to the ground with a dull thump. He stared at her body for a long moment before regaining himself.

Frieza's eyes moved to your body, he almost thought you were dead until your chest rose and fell with a shutter. He let out a breath he had not known he was holding, he cradled your body against his. Frieza took one last glance at the dead body beside him before leaving the room, he needed to put you somewhere safe while he sorted something out.

Frieza was pissed, he had made sure you were safe in his room before leaving; his father must have known. There was no way King Cold could not have known, with all of the cameras he had in each hallway and every room—excluding a certain few in the higher ranks. He had known and he had purposefully withheld that information from Frieza.

Slamming open the door to the control room, Frieza fought to keep his tone even, "Everyone out, I wish to have a private audience with Daddy."

Once the room was empty Frieza confronted his father, "What was all that about?"

"What do you mean?" Cold inquired, acting coy.

"You know what I mean," Frieza huffed, "You withheld vital information from me concerning the health of my human."

"I was under the impression that their health would be of no importance to you," Cold raised a brow challenging his son.

"Of course not, keeping them alive is beneficial to my goal."

Cold hummed, "Getting beaten up a little would not kill them, I would have stopped it if I thought they would die. Besides they need a little discipline: don't you agree?"

"Of course, Daddy."

With a sigh, Cold placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "You should not get so attached, they are only here because they tried stealing from an Empire ship. If they knew who you were... well... you already know."

Frieza froze under his father's gaze, he watched as Cold walked back to his console. He was telling Frieza that they were done talking about it; turning on his heel Frieza moved to leave the room. Before he could leave the threshold of the room King Cold spoke again.

"Remember, keep your eyes on your revenge. Do you want that filth to get away with what he did to you?"

"My sights have not wavered Daddy."

"Good."