I went with Jane <3< Dirk. A short scene, trigger warning for non-graphic rape and mind control implications.
In The Wreckage
"So this is the so called 'Prince' that has been leading the resistance," Jade said. She leaned back in her throne, tapping the golden arms with her well manicured fingers, painted perfectly cherry red. "I'm not impressed."
"Why don't you unchain me and see if I'm still unimpressive," Dirk said. His voice was raw from strain. A particularly enthusiastic guard whacked Dirk's side with the blunt end of his pike, knocking the wind from Dirk's lungs. Jane waved the guard off, laughing.
"Don't damage him," Jane said. "I must apologize for their behavior. They're not the smartest of species."
"Like you have room to judge anyone," Dirk said. "You're a traitor to the human race, Jane Crocker!"
"Shut up," the guard snapped, whacking Dirk again, forceful enough to send him off his knees into a heap on his side. Dirk struggled to rise with his arms bound behind his back and his body bruised. He was certain he had at least one broken rib.
"No, let him speak," Jane said. "He's funny."
"Funny? You help the Condesce reduce Earth to flooded rubble and you're laughing about it? You make me sick," Dirk said. He tried to gather up the strength to spit at Jane but he only managed to drool on himself.
"Hoo hoo hoo. Be careful Mr. Strider," Jane said "Someone might mistake that sort of language for you having designs on me."
"I would never-" Dirk began, but Jane rose from her throne and grabbed him by his hair, hauling him back to kneeling while he hissed in pain.
"Poor boy," Jane said, running her finger down his cheek. He couldn't subdue a shudder. "You've been hiding with the carapacians so long, you probably forgot what the touch of a human woman feels like."
"I hate you," Dirk said, staring up at her glowing tiara. Jane just smiled.
"I had hoped you'd say that," Jane said. "Now what's my line here? Have him washed and brought to my chambers, something like that. Snap to it guards, I'm a busy dictator."
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In The Wreckage
"So this is the so called 'Prince' that has been leading the resistance," Jade said. She leaned back in her throne, tapping the golden arms with her well manicured fingers, painted perfectly cherry red. "I'm not impressed."
"Why don't you unchain me and see if I'm still unimpressive," Dirk said. His voice was raw from strain. A particularly enthusiastic guard whacked Dirk's side with the blunt end of his pike, knocking the wind from Dirk's lungs. Jane waved the guard off, laughing.
"Don't damage him," Jane said. "I must apologize for their behavior. They're not the smartest of species."
"Like you have room to judge anyone," Dirk said. "You're a traitor to the human race, Jane Crocker!"
"Shut up," the guard snapped, whacking Dirk again, forceful enough to send him off his knees into a heap on his side. Dirk struggled to rise with his arms bound behind his back and his body bruised. He was certain he had at least one broken rib.
"No, let him speak," Jane said. "He's funny."
"Funny? You help the Condesce reduce Earth to flooded rubble and you're laughing about it? You make me sick," Dirk said. He tried to gather up the strength to spit at Jane but he only managed to drool on himself.
"Hoo hoo hoo. Be careful Mr. Strider," Jane said "Someone might mistake that sort of language for you having designs on me."
"I would never-" Dirk began, but Jane rose from her throne and grabbed him by his hair, hauling him back to kneeling while he hissed in pain.
"Poor boy," Jane said, running her finger down his cheek. He couldn't subdue a shudder. "You've been hiding with the carapacians so long, you probably forgot what the touch of a human woman feels like."
"I hate you," Dirk said, staring up at her glowing tiara. Jane just smiled.
"I had hoped you'd say that," Jane said. "Now what's my line here? Have him washed and brought to my chambers, something like that. Snap to it guards, I'm a busy dictator."