Lost

“I am most apologetic that I must put you in this position, but you leave me no choice.”

Mixie’s head snapped downward as she felt the shawl tighten around her. She had been paying little attention, her mind working over the very big facts that Dukat brought up but, when she felt herself be restrained, the future mattered little.

She wondered at what he meant by not having a choice but discovered that she wouldn’t have to wonder long. With an expression of disbelief, she watched as Dukat walked to the harness she had been constructing before picking it up and walking towards the fire. He sat down by it and glanced into it. Unfortunately it was a good strong fire that showed no signs of giving mercy to whatever entered it. She closed her eyes, unable to bare to see her hard work go into flames. When she opened them again, she discovered that he still had it and was removing it piece by piece and throwing it in. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“I won’t tell them you are alive. If there is so much interference from the storm then maybe they can’t scan the surface from the ship and I’ll get far enough away with the transmitter that when they do ground scans, they won’t find you.” Mixie said and watched wide eyed as he just took apart another piece and threw it in. He turned his head to her. “And they would believe you? I think not, my dear. No, they would search this planet and wouldn’t leave until they found me or my remains.” He said as he dismantled more of the harness.

After a few more excruciating long minutes, Mixie sobbing quietly as Dukat threw the last bit of the harness into the fire. She had been determined not to cry, but how could she not when she saw her way out go up in flames. Over the time it had taken to make the ruined, unfinished harness, it became more than that to her. It became home in some odd way and it embodied all her hopes to get there. Now, the fire was consuming the fabric up slowly and Dukat made no effort to do anything to distract her from the scene.

She let her head droop, tears sliding down her cheeks as she bit her lower lip slightly and kept her eyes closed. It was Dukat, who had left the fire and went to her, that reached out and lifted her head by the chin. “It’s ok, go ahead and cry,” He said sympathetically before leaning in towards her and gently kissing her, his hand moving behind the chair and working the knot loose. He pulled the shawl away and tossed it to the floor before pulling back again and taking her hands. “Come on, lay down and relax.” He coaxed gently and helped her out of the chair.

All she could think about was the harness burning in the fire. She was stuck there, Dukat’s personal whore… and eating meat. For the rest of her life, that would be what she did, gave herself to him, and ate dead animal. The thought made her cry even harder as Dukat slowly undressed her, his hands caressing over her skin as he did so. She didn’t resist, the thought that this was what the rest of her life would be like did seem to pull a great deal of fight from her. Mixie noted that after he undressed her, he quickly got undressed himself before nudging her into bed.

Numbly she did as he indicated and, a moment later, felt him press himself to her back. Although she couldn’t feel the exact design, she felt the bumps against her back where his ridges were and the biggest bump of all, where his member pressed into the cavern between her legs. If it weren’t for the weariness she already felt, she’d laugh. He just tortured her with the burning of the harness that’d save her life as she once knew it, and now he wanted sex. “If you’re going to do it, go ahead.” She whispered quietly, her voice laced with disgust at herself and at him.


Dukat realized, at her comment, that perhaps he had gone too far this time. Her response had been less than he expected and much different than what he had wanted. Such a fiery little spirit such as she should have lashed out, or so he thought, and then he could tame her, show her why she didn’t want the harness. Instead, she didn’t retaliate at all and this unsettled him. Perhaps he had misjudged her strength, he thought briefly and looked over her shoulder. Her head was turned away, her eyes staring straight. Her mouth, though, he noted was thin and this made him smirk. The thought pleased him that she still had fight in her. This was only a momentary setback.

Knowing that he’d have to play it carefully, though, he put on an expression that was the perfect mix of being apologetic and sympathetic. “I’m sorry Mixie, I was only hoping to distract you, get your mind off of things.” He said and comfortingly ran a hand up her arm. This seemed to make her come from whatever numb state she was in because she shifted around and, when he moved enough to allow it, she laid on her back, looking at him.

“Why?” She finally asked and, when Dukat gave her a blank look, she continued. “Why would you want to distract me, why does it matter? You’ve killed me already, you cannot comfort what no longer is there.” She told him quietly before looking away. Dukat watched her a few moments and in those moments did feel his conscious struggle with him. She hadn’t done anything to deserve him doing this to her but…she was so beautiful and something so beautiful couldn’t be within his grasp without him having it. Besides, he thought to himself, she really wouldn’t be happy with that life. With that in mind, he expelled any guilt and wrapped his arm around her before settling down to sleep next to her. He’d just have her later, when she decided that she wouldn’t give up so easily.


A/N: I know that this chapter seems especially short. I wrestled with making it so short all the way up until I was nearly finished with the story and ready to put in on here. In the end, I decided to make it two chapters. Partially because combined with the next one, it was nearly 4,500 words, but also because the tone changes and I didn’t want two tones so different conflicting. So, anyway, that is why this one is shorter.