Belle’s home planet looks different from the models they gave them in schools. There's a lot more bright oranges, blotched around and bleeding into the atmosphere, and a lot more tan and gray than the green that was there before. The wreckage and fighting can be seen from space, the orange home-bound stars are reaching so high Belle can’t even imagine what they must look like in person. What appears to be the oceans are really murky, and the shapes of the islands that made up all the continents are different, the ocean must have shrunk. Of course, this could all just be the result of The Coalition. Belle never fully understood what they wanted from her planet but from up here it sure looks like they're just using it up for resources.

There's almost something pretty about all the fighting closer to the atmosphere, from here. It's like a bunch of shooting stars. She knows what it really is though, people she would have worked with are being put down like animals out there and either left to rot or abducted by…same people, she's been abducted by, she guesses.

What after? What happens when their planet has nothing left? When there's no people left to break? Do they leave it to blow up under its own gravity, move on to the next and do the same? What happens when they run out of planets? What are they even using any of this for? If one planet can get by with all of its resources for thousands of years why does one empire need this much?

Staring at it from this height…she doesn't feel fear of the ground, like usual. Maybe since it's so ridiculously high up now its just not processing in her head anymore. She always thought it would…

Belle groans and holds her head, she woke up a few minutes ago on the ground of this bare-bones room. The door is reinforced and it looks like a prison so…she assumes its some sort of holding cell. She hopes it's not permanent. The walls are dark blue and gray and neatly paneled, unlike the uneven scrapped together what-they-could-work-with lodging of the rebel base. Occasionally a light blinks through some of the paneling but as far as Belle can tell, there's no way to get her fingers far enough into any of the slots to do anything. There's a bed, a toilet, a sink, a rubber toothbrush, a mirror, and that looks to be it. The bed has a thin blanket, no sheets, and a pillow, suspended with two chains connected to the wall. She's been trying to take stock of everything she can visibly see, in the spot she woke up in. She's clothed again in a similar attire to what she wore down in the rebellion, a cheap jumpsuit with a tanktop and some panties underneath. She's surprised she even got this after the last thing she remembers. Speaking of, none of it makes sense. Nothing around her body is…sore anymore, her joints and her back hurt but that's about it.

Her body feels weird, weird in a way she's not got the vocabulary for. Her skin feels like a glove instead of skin, she pinched at it and it looks the same but it doesn't feel right. Her new arm is much more advanced than the last one, she’s not had this far a range of sensors in it yet. It's also strange, it's not quite like having flesh but she can still feel everything, but, everything else feels like that now. It's like her whole body’s been replaced but, visually, she can only tell that her arm has. The cybernetic is much sleeker than the clunky, roughly paneled device that was attached to her before, it's a dark color with a glossy and textured finish. There are hardly any real seams to her hand unless she's making a fist, under the seams she can see a faint red light glows, it looks the same as all the other tech she's seen on the field. She knows that, technologically this ones probably better, and it probably won't hurt her every now and then, but she feels like she preferred the old one…

She keeps thinking back to what happened before she woke up, or, maybe that was a nightmare? She can't really tell what's been real since she got flung into that tree, but the woman that kept meeting her is still ringing in her head. She hopes that part was a dream, she does not want to be in the sights of someone so powerful. Death would be a better alternative. She still can't make sense of any of the ravings she remembers her directing towards her.

She glances out the window again, into the uh…well she guesses, space. She assumes she's in that big spaceship that's been in the sky since the coalition arrived. Somewhere, looking down instead of up this time, feeling no better. She rubs her eyes and feels at her neck, where she forgot to recall a dense collar is sitting. It's got a lot of exposed circuitry and metal, and she can feel six prongs sticking into her neck, this is a shock collar. She can tell that much, she's been scared to move around the room or explore at all with it on, she has no idea what it's used for exactly. All of this feels so beyond her, she's never been smart or very capable or anything. She struggles to plan out her day and get up in the morning. More, and more, and more she's wishing that mech had just stomped on her- or the tree had split her in half, anything really. She starts to wonder if moping and regretting is all life has left to her but before she can go on to the next tangent of thought she hears the hydraulics of the door hiss, as it smoothly retracts up into the ceiling and clicks into place. Underneath it is the bust of just the person Belle did not want to see: The Officer. She has returned to greet her again, which causes her to clam up and go pale almost immediately. She grumbles and hunches over to fit into the door-frame then steps in and glares in the direction of Belle, which causes her to flinch again, wordlessly backing further into the corner she made it into.

A grin cracks onto The Officers face.

“Nowhere to run, noone to run to but me now, eh, Paula?” She says, following it with a low chuckle.

She reaches behind her and taps the wall, then squints, then her expression drops and her brow creases when she looks at the door that's not closing. “What the f…” she taps the wall again, then hits at it, and mutters something while rubbing her temples. After groaning loudly she kicks a dent into the space next to the door frame with a louder yell, and takes her hat off, swiping some loose hairs back.

Belle watches in confusion, again, flinching as she turns around. She's still calling her that name, it wasn't a dream, god damn it-

“Ignore that, I’ll kill whoever installed this later your collar ain't gonna let you out anyway. I'm in a good mood. Got to put down a lot of the riffraff, earlier.” She says, with a light extending of her arm to point at belles neck, stepping forwards and putting her hat back on. “Now, you're finally lucid, you've gotten a bit to think, yeah? Hope you don't plan on enjoying it for long. See I gave you your chance at bargainin’ a few days ago but we're moving forward with somethin’ else now.”

Belle finds some courage in her chest with all this fear and hopelessness, it feels alien to her, but she's literally backed into a corner. “W…could…did you really, not, find anything about my citizenship? How could I be this person you think I am! I’m only tweh….t…” her words die in her mouth, however, following The Officer's other hand raising with a device. Her thumb dramatically looms over a red button while she stares Belle down, and considering the constant pressure against her neck she can take a guess of what it is.

“Go on. Say another word. Do it.” Her smile grows. “Come on, I’m bored. Gimme something!”

Belle's mouth hovers and twitches, unclear of what she could even do here. She has the feeling even if she stays quiet she's going to get shocked. She's never been electrocuted before. She slowly starts reaching up to try and pull the collar away from where she feels the prongs, but before she even gets halfway there she sees The Officer shoves her thumb against the button. Belle lets a silent yell out and falls into the wall, trying to gasp for air as the sharp stabs of pain ring through her neck into her body. Once it's over, only a few seconds later, she's trembling and panting. It doesn't feel like what she thought being electrocuted would feel like, it was more like, being punched from the inside- hard- everything hurt-

“HAH! HA HA!” The Officer points at her, continuing to laugh for a while. “One more!” she presses it with a finger on her other hand this time, watching and laughing still as Belle reacts the same way as before. She coughs inbetween a laugh, every now and then, but her face stays creased and contorted in amusement.

She leans against the wall herself and fixes her hat some more, and dusts her coat off too. “Alright. Alright. I’m a lady of my word,” she holds her hands up, keeping the remote steady with her thumb, then puts them back down. “S’not like you don't like it though. Whatever you're mad at me for doesn't change that, huh? Bet you're already popping a boner under there.”

“Whuh-“

“Paula. Baby. Quit it with the act.”

Another press of the button, Belle tries to say something before this one but can’t get anything out as she convulses. Preemptively she tries to pull at the collar again, but with a “No” that's said through a smile she's shocked once more. Her legs are trembling violently, she's hyperventilating again, she feels like she's going to pass out-

“PlheEse- s- stop--“

“Then stop talking! God, I swear you were smarter than this, too much time around that rebel trash has rotted your brain. ‘Less you're just wanting me to zap you.” She rolls her eyes and walks closer, sitting on the bed. She pats her thigh. “C'mere. Sit on my lap. You always liked that one, right?”

Belle wants to puke but she isn't sure there's anything in her body, right now. She feels empty, shes starving, it only adds to the nausea. How in gods name is she supposed to do this? This lady kills anyone she doesn't like to her knowledge and, wouldn't that just happen to her if this, if she is able to convince her she isn't who she thinks she is? What is she going to do, she's never even heard of a notable Paula in the propaganda or anything and sh-

“Sit. Now. Gonna have to start talking to you like all the handlers talk to their dogs, at this point. Dumb-ass name by the way. Handler, fucking stupid, no way I'm calling myself that now. Couldn't they have come up with anything better? Less on the nose?” She pats her lap again.

Belle rigidly leans off the wall, and slowly starts shuffling towards her, she has no idea what she's hoping to happen here by being slower. Maybe, by some miracle, a rescue? A distracting explosion? God do the rebels even have the capability to make it into space? She can’t re-

“AuH-“ She's lifted, effortlessly by the larger woman to sit on her thigh. She smells densely of cigarette smoke and cleaner, a faint musk behind that. It's an almost sickening combination of smells, closer to gasoline or diesel than anything else Belle can think of at the moment. She wants to vomit even more now.

The Officer gives her a sleazy smile from above and chuckles, then grabs her crotch. Belle tries to press her thighs together after yelping, but The Officer just grips harder and a laugh erupts from her. Belle goes pale and freezes, whimpering in pain and locking up further. A twitch from her cock only erupts more laughter from the woman holding her, which leads to a small, strained sob. She finally lets go, after Belle’s already tearing up and shivering. Her face is bright red, and she’s unable to look back up at her, stuck breathing through her teeth and hanging her head.

“You ARE hard! I knew it!” She slaps her in the face and trails into some more laughs. Belle tries to keep herself from sobbing any more, she's never been good at that, her lip quivers—

Belle- doesn't- shes not- it happens when- she cant justgrab her there she—

“Look at me, thinkin’ your head might actually be messed up for a bit- scared half to death- pissed off and furious and stressin’ over nothin’- you were always into this hard to get shit. Whatever.” She pats her on the back.

“I’m-I’mnh—“

“Yeahyeah you're not Paula, you don't want this, whatever. Not in the mood. Maybe later.” She winks and belle cringes, wanting to interject but being cut off again. “So, baby, like I said before, because of all the extra SHIT you've made me deal with, and the further shittening you would put me through by going again, I’m gonna treat you like one of those science projects. Get in your head. Mess around in there so you can’t anymore.” She punctuates her rant with a flick to belles forehead, belle flinches violently despite it not hurting.

“What d’you mean, th—“

“Riiight you weren't exactly here for those developments, not like they were much of anything, anyone can get somethin’ out of someone with enough shoving and picking and pulling but if there's a problem someone will invent a lazy niche for it that streamlines everything. Like a…like one of those plastic jar openers. Sure it works but you can just use your hand!” She picks her nose a bit, then clears her throat. “Anyways, that's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna open your head up with a plastic jar opener. Get it?”

“…N…No. I don't know how anything in your empire works- lady—“

A long groan flows out of The Officer’s mouth. “Look, don't make me explain this shit you know how our empire is, I just enforce it. I don't work with the nerds, I get blueprints from them. Just know I’m gonna make you not wanna fuck me over anymore. You'll still get those punishments you must just LOVE from me but without the whole putting me into a world of stress, thing.” She hoists her onto her thigh a bit more, and exhales. “Finally got you augmented too so you won't go gettin’ old on me. Don’t know how you still look so good after…” she rubs her temple, “After…”

“Aug- I’m-I’mnot even old I’m twen-khOUhH—“ Belle hacks up some more spit as she's pushed forward and punched in the gut, then re-positioned on The Officer's thigh. A high pitched, quiet noise trails out from her as The Officer sighs.

“Enough'a that I told you I’m not in the mood for whatever this shit is. Go hump your pillow or something if you wanna get off, I’m busy, and as much as I’d like to see you squirm’n whimper some more I’ve got shit to do today. I’m only checking on you to feed you, and talk to you for a bit before all this really starts. I’m still mad. Just so you know.” She glares at her for a second, then sits her on the bed next to her.

Belle falls a bit, but is able to push herself up onto her hands. Her stomach aches, and it reminds her of just how wrong her body feels. With all this talk of science experiments, and the memory she thought was a nightmare she's beginning to worry that somethings been seriously messed with in her body.

“Gonna take a goood long while for me to forgive you. Understand me? You've got a lot of makin’ up to do to me…” she looks off for a moment after pausing, then rubs her chin and looks back at belle.

Belle freezes again, wishing distantly that this asshole would at least pick up on her body language being genuine, somewhere, there has to be some recognition. What she says next makes her stomach drop even more, though.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute no I forgot I'm not gonna feed you for a bit, cause you pissed me off. Remember? By the way, open your mouth real quick.” She rummages around for something in her coat pocket.

Belle has an open mouth frown, is she going to starve to death?? “Whydo I ha—“

“Nuhuh, c’mon.” She grips Bella's cheeks after wrapping her arm over her head, holding her mouth and jaw open. She pulls out a handful of pills from where she was rummaging, and pinches one between her thumb and index. “Be good for me now, baby.”

With the same grin on her face she starts, one by one, placing the pills into Belles mouth and roughly shoving them down her throat. Belle retches and expels them back up multiple times, but each time they’re poked right back down, until each and every one has nestled in her for good. Belle is crying by the end, barely able to swallow, still retching up nothing. She's paralyzed with fear, she doesn't know why she's just letting this happen to her, why she's not even trying to push back. She's always let people walk all over her but, there has to, be a limit- there has to…

She doesn't understand why this is happening to her, she still can’t do anything, she doesn't know what those pills are or what she's been talking about or anything that's going to happen to her she's scared—

The Officer wipes her hand onto belles jumpsuit, there's more foam than visible spit on it. Once her glove is dry she takes a breath then stands up, her back cracks a few times, and she groans after placing a hand on the small of it. “Arright, go uh, take care of what you needed to. If you can in time. Still can't believe you pulled all this shit on me, for what, to get off again? You can be such a bitch sometimes, Paula.”

The Officer turns to leave, Belle sits there with her hand over her mouth, trying to push herself up still. She wants to go home. Any home, before this, even her parents. Even her dads. She doesn't care anymore, she just wants to go, somewhere else. Dead would be better, this is too much for her to handle! She can’t, keep this up, she can’t, she can’t, she can’t—

She continues to spiral, she hadn't even checked to see if that woman had left before starting to sob, she could care less at this point. She’s given up on trying to sit up, what can she even do anymore? She's completely at these people’s mercy, she's never even had any particularly impressive skills, she can shoot and clean a gun and do household chores!

After only a few minutes of anguish and wallowing, she's starting to feel drowsy, and she knows it's not just exertion. A panic is filling her mind as she tries to sit upright again and fails, the whole room is spinning and her fingertips feel numb, her eyes feel heavy…

She tries for only moments longer to get her bearings back, she loses track of her direct thoughts as her subconscious leaks into the front of her mind and muddies her resolve. She’s not lucid even before she slips into unconsciousness, which doesn't take long from that moment.