A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan.

[Seth Karlo]

...and again, our latest news story today is that the IMG Research and Development Director Syana Kyan has gone missing. After resigning from her position, she was spotted on Java station, before a friend raised questions as to her location, at which point a search was started. If anyone has any information they can pass on, it is gratefully received.

Missing... yes... I am missing. Lost to the endless mysteries of space and time, to fall deep into an abyss of forgetfulness. Some think that I left. Some think that I ran. I did neither, for I was taken.

They grabbed me, pulled me along the corridors, pushed me through doorways, carried me when I attempted to fight... fight back against those who would hurt me so. I did know where we went, except it was to a ship... an Outcast ship. I could tell by the stench of cardamine that hung in the air.

We travelled for weeks, each second becoming hours and each hour becoming days. Blindfolded, gagged, bound... all I could do was wait, slurp humiliatingly as my water was thrust beneath my nose, ungagged only long enough to gulp it down. Food was any scrap I could lick from the floor, as my captors laughed at my bound form attempting to survive.

They took my uniform, left me in my underwear to lay there, and before long, a long lead was attached to a neck collar, connected to a metal bulkhead. Sometimes, they would remove the blindfold to cackle at how the light blinded me, to sneer at my attempts to ignore them. Everytime I slept, they would kick me, pinch me, touch me... to make me awaken, make me jump as they tortured me.

I was impressed at how subtle their torture was... at least at first. Then, when the small ship docked with a larger one, I managed to see what it was I was being led onto. An Outcast Battleship. I knew then that I would find a way to kill myself, to save myself from what was undoubtedly lying ahead.

And I tried taunting them, I tried ignoring them, insulting them. They would just laugh at me. But they punished me for it, humiliated me by standing me naked in front of a hundred men, hurt me by stringing me up by my wrists for hours on end, deprived me of water, of food, of relieving myself.

My skin became tauter, my bones started to show, and I still did not know why they had taken me, what they wanted...

Then the torture began proper.

They started with electricity, attaching electrodes to my breasts and zapping me whenever I refused to answer a question. They were standard at first, location of IMG mining operations, security codes to bases, and the like.

It was when they started asking about my personal life I was confused. What did that have to do with anything?

When I refused to talk about the other Directors, refused to give them locations, names, ages, anything, they gave me to the crew for 6 hours to do with as they wished. I survived by thinking of forests... big, beautiful forests full of green trees and singing birds. I danced through the trees while the sunshine kissed my brow, and I managed to ignore the men around me... violating me.

I kept dancing through the trees when they asked me about Gallia, about the council, about the minefield. They tantalised me by hovering food, water, clothes just out of reach.

And finally... after days upon weeks upon months of utter hell, they gave up. Decided that I was pretty enough to warrant being their... their slave. So I was dressed in high heels, leather corset, stockings, the works. Whenever they wanted something I would have to do it, staggering around almost drunk as they forced me to inhale the cardamine dust.

Everytime I refused to do something, I would be hurt, humiliated and tantalised again. I would be led around on a leash, treated as a lower life form, never allowed to speak. I shall go into no further details here, as my horrors should not be forced upon any other...

I managed to steal a communicator, and this is what I now speak through. I do not know where I am, except that it is an Outcast Battleship I am on board. I do not know how long I have been gone for, and I do not know the name of my captors... but please, I am alive... but I do not know for how much longer I will be Syana Kyan.

Until someone... anyone can hear this... hear me, I shall just continue dancing through the trees...

//Anyone who wants to RP this are welcome to do so.

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