Chapter 38

Primal

"Yer lack of noises is making this unenjoyable," Mindfang's first mate grunts.

"Isn't that distracting?" Vriska sighs.

"A fucking moan or two wouldn't hurt," he scoffs.

Vriska huffed looking over her shoulder at him as he thrusted into her before looking back down at the floor. She grits her teeth digging her nails into the writing desk she had her body pressed against. It was just another day that the girl was enduring the usual and frequent activity of the first mate forcing himself on her. Normally this time was spent in silence, minus whatever groans he made, but today he seemed to want to engage in conversation with her. If she hadn't become so numb to the point where her emotions were nonexistent, she might have become worried that he had become bored of her. For if that were to happen, she would be thrown back to the wolves for them to fight over claim of her body.

"I can fake a moan if you want," she responds apathetically.

"Eh. Just not feeling right," He pushes against her harder before placing some white dusty powder on her back and leaning in to snort it off her. He moves his hand around to place some of the white powder under her nose, uttering the words. "Snort it."

"That's Mindfang's… You know if I get caught with that, she'll kill me… I know you hate me, but do you want that?" she mutters.

"Ironic coming from the girl who is constantly stealing boozes and smokes from everyone on this ship," he growls.

"I-I have not…" she blurts out quickly afraid he was going to turn her in to get her in trouble.

"Don't fuckin' lie. I don't care and besides I haven't gotten caught yet either… Even though turning ye in might be fun I suppose I would be a bit annoyed that I wouldn't be able to get my dick wet as often," he grumbles. "But ye need to perk up a bit…" As he said that he shoved the finger with powder on it into her mouth and rubbed it vigorously on her gums.

She gags at the taste before trying to spit it out. "That tastes horrible. I don't think it works that way."

He laughs at her before stopping his thrusting and pinning her down. "Oh, it has many uses depending on where ye put it~"

Vriska sneers feeling him work one of his hands around to the front of her body, feeling his fingers near her sensitive spots. Her eyes widened as she felt a numbness in her mouth and between her legs before tingling sensation radiated in those areas. The first mate picked up his thrusting once more, along with the feverish movements from his hand at her front. The girl then did something a bit surprising; she began to moan in pleasure against her own will. She bit her lip to silence herself, but that only lasted a short time as her body began to shake violently. Despite her best efforts the drugs forced her into a vulnerable state she did not want to share with anyone on this ship. She found herself crying out in an unwanted orgasm, which was shared by her abuser.

The first mate whistles at her with satisfaction as he got off to clean and dress himself. She just pulled her arms up onto the desk to bury her face into them in order to hide her shame. Being forced to feel unwanted pleasure somehow took a larger emotional toll on her than being forced to perform the sexual acts. Sharing something she found incredibly intimate with a sadistic pig made her feel lesser than she already was.

The first mate slaps her rear before speaking, "Men like hearing a woman moan in delight."

Vriska doesn't respond.

"Drink some water. The high is strong but fleeting…" He reassures. "Also… I don't hate ye."

Vriska glances up with tears in her eyes. "What?"

"Ye said I hated ye. Ye're wrong about that. I never hated ye. I actually like ye, little Serket and when I leave this fuckin' ship one day I will take ye with me. Just us. No one else. No Mindfang," he says getting his clothes on.

"You're her first mate… Why would you leave?" Vriska asks genuinely interested.

"She's fuckin' the worst. Ye know that. She brought me ye though so there's a silver lining," he responds heading to the door of his cabin. "Get some rest. I'll lock the door so no one will come bother ye."

"Why are you being nice to me?" she slurs.

"Got to take care of my belongings," he laughs lightly exiting his cabin.

Vriska slowly stands up from her slump on the desk and pulls up her jeans before moving over to lay in the first mate's hammock. Her head felt like it was spinning, but her attention soon focused on multiple voices coming from outside the door. She tried her best to snap out of her drug induced haze so she can decipher what was being said.

"What are ye doing outside my cabin?" the first mate questioned.

"Is the plaything in there?" a suave voiced man asked.

"It really doesn't matter if she is or isn't. Ye are not going into my room either way."

"I heard the moans. I know she is in there."

"Isn't the hard on ye got from eaves droppin' on my talents enough?" the first mate teases.

"Mindfang got her for the whole crew. Not just you! You have to share her!" the other man growls.

"Aw is sharing caring? What are ye goin' to do? Go cry and bitch to Mindfang because ye are gettin' tired of jerkin' yerself off?! Ye really think she is goin' to give a shit about yer little pissy complaints?" he mocks. "If ye try to go into my cabin to mess with my things I'll make sure it's the last thing ye do."

The Serket girl lets out a deep breath before rolling over on her side to face the wall. That's all she was here, an object for the first mate to do as he pleased with. Was this her life from here on out? What was going to happen to her? How was this going to end.

Vriska opens her only eye to see a hazy image of the ceiling moving above her. Such a strange memory to come to the surface during her black out, she thought to herself. Still very out of it, she could just barely tilt her head up to see a blurry dark figure in front of her, grabbing her by the ankles. It soon became obvious to her that she was being dragged down a corridor by some unknown assailant. Too weak at the moment to fight back her head fell down and once again she was greeted by the darkness of unconsciousness. With the darkness the memories began to come back as well.

"What are you going to do if you come against someone you can't handle?"

"What do you mean? I am strong enough now to handle any enemies…" Vriska replies.

"I know you think you are strong… BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE A LOT FUCKING STRONGER~" the Highblood laughs.

"If you are going to antagonize me and play your fucking mind games with me then can you just go back below deck," she hissed.

"You're suppose to be the one with the fucking mind games. IF YOU ACTUALLY STILL HAD THOSE, WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING THIS MOTHER FUCKING CONVERSTAION," he scoffs.

She groans glaring at him. "You know if I could get them to work, I would be using them. I am strong enough to defend myself."

"You sure about that?" he says with an evil grin.

"Yes!" she growls.

The Highblood grabs her arms with one of his massive hands and pins her down to the floor before standing over her. "DEFEND YOURSELF SINCE YOU ARE SO MOTHER FUCKING POSITIVE YOU CAN FIGHT ANYONE," he snarls as he leaned towards her ear.

She whimpered some as he suddenly had her on the ground causing her to kick at him in panic. He just laughs at her before grabbing one of her legs and pulling it up, bringing her to an uncomfortable and suggestive position. She begins to struggle more trying to get the primeval beast of a troll off of her, becoming a bit freaked out by what he was doing. He pressed down on top of her, truly pinning her whole body down with the massive strength of his, before bringing his face close to hers.

"Do you see now?~" he chuckles. "YOU CAN'T MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT ANYONE. You see if I wasn't a friend. IF I WANTED TO KILL YOU. Torture you. RAPE YOU. I could easily do it. YOUR FUCKING SQUIRMING WON'T SAVE YOU FROM SOME NASTY BURLY ENEMY. It will only excite them. SCOUNDRELS LIKE SEEING PRETTY LITTLE THINGS BEG FOR MERCY."

Vriska sighs, both in relief and upset, coming into realization at what he was actually doing. Although she hated to admit it, he had a point. She never really did take into consideration what would happen if she came across a crew member, or members, that could easily overpower her. The lack of thought to that scenario was partially because she would rather not think about something like that happening to her, but the Highblood was right. There were men on Mindfang's ship triple her size and if things didn't go as planned, she could find herself facing them. Like he had said, if she had her powers this wouldn't need to be something he really need to bring to her attention.
"So… What should I do if I find myself in that predicament?" she sighs before looking up at him.

The large troll stands up, bringing her with him and as gently as he could he placed he down on her feet. "You play mind games," he grunts.

"My powers don't work…" she responds confused.

"GAMES… Not powers. ANYONE CAN PLAY MIND GAMES. Just like you said I was doing to you," he rumbles.

"So how do you recommend I play these games?" she asks.

"You pretend to submit. LIKE I SAID SCOUNDRELS LIKE IT WHEN YOU SQUIRM… but if you go along with it you can catch them off guard. THEN FUCKING SLIT THEIR THROATS! Jab your horns into their mother fucking flesh like our feral ancestors use to do," he laughs at that last part.

Vriska nods a bit, "As much as I'd hate to do that… It could work." She shivers though at the thought. "I'd hate to stoop to seduction as a battle tactic… So cliché."

"Seduction could save your life… WHO CARES IF IT IS CLICHÉ?" he scoffs. "Besides take it with stride. NOT EVERYONE CAN USE THAT LAST RESORT. Besides this isn't some bullshit fan fiction where if you don't come up with the most unique and original plot you get ridiculed by a bunch of miserable losers. THIS IS REAL MOTHER FUCKING LIFE."

She starts to giggle. "I guess your right… I don't think you'd be able to pull off seduction."

"I am eight feet tall, made of pure muscle, and can crush a skull between my ass cheeks…. NEVER TRIED THAT LAST ONE… but I bet I could do it… I DON'T NEED SEDUCTION."

Vriska wakes up to find herself in what seemed to be the galley's kitchen, feeling dread of that first day in this room hit her. Shaking that feeling off, she began to sit up, ignoring the aches and pains she had, and propped herself up against the stove. Pots, pans, broken plate shards, and other common kitchen utensils were scattered amongst the floor from when the ship had flipped on its side earlier. She felt a bit colder than usual and looks down to see her coat was missing and her tank top was pulled up to her bra. There was a viscous material smeared across her scrapped and bruised abdomen, and with trepidation she touched it with one of her fingers. She brought the substance to her face to take a whiff of it, only to discover it was simple Soper slime lotion. Puzzled, she began to look around wondering who dragged her to this place and tried to ease her pain with the gel.

Upon hearing footsteps, she reached for the nearest thing she could use as a weapon, which in this case was a large metal ladle, and held it by her side ready to use it. A man came in holding her jacket and saber, along with a burlap sack containing who knows what. The girl tries to stand holding up the ladle in position that let him know that she was not afraid to use it. The man laughs lightly crouching to set the items down before holding up his hands as he stood back up to look at her. He kept his arms up as he made a slow rotation to show her that he was disarmed as far as she could see and that he meant no harm.

"Aye girly, don't scoop me. I don't want a fight or anything," he says slowly moving his hands down.

"Yeah right. All of her crew are the same," she snarls.

"If ye mean the whole… takin' advantage of thing… That isn't my style," he huffed. "Ye were lucky I found ye and not one of the other ones. They are in a bloodlust right now. Look…" he says starting to grab the burlap sack again.
"Hey! Put it down!" she shouts.

"Shhhh. Ye don't want anyone else comin' here," he whispers pulling out something from the sack.

Vriska snarls glaring at him than to her sword wondering if she quickly grab it before he tried to attack her. The man saw her doing this and just kicked the sword over to her feet, trying to prove the point that he had no interest in hurting her. She tosses the ladle and quickly retrieves her sword, almost falling over in the process. He then shows her a bottle of peroxide and some clean looking rags that he had pulled from the bag.

"I saw yer missing eye and figured we needed to clean out the socket… Infection isn't a joke, girly… When I found ye I only had the gel on me person so I did my best to smear it over yer wounds on yer stomach and back… I stashed ye away here so I could go steal a few things from the infirmary," he says calmly.

"So, you took my sword and jacket with you?" she scoffed.

"Well I didn't want ye to stab me before I could explain… and yer jacket is filled with fucking bombs. Are ye crazy, girly? That explains the damned explosion and how ye fell two god damn stories. Surprise they didn't go off from just being tussled around so roughly," he chuckles.

"I designed the bombs myself… They only go off if I say so," she sneers.

"So ye set off that bomb next to ye so it can send ye down two levels?… Ye do know the stairs are a bit safer route to descend some levels, girly," he laughs lightly.

She huffed, "Well… No…"

"Can I just… take a look at yer socket? Just have a seat," he asks showing her the peroxide again.

Vriska growls and holds up the sword to show him that if he tried anything she wouldn't hesitate, but she slowly moved down to have a seat. He cautiously approaches the girl before taking a seat across from her. She just glares at him with hostility before squinting her eye to really analyze this man who was trying to help her. He seemed familiar, but not in like the other way the rest of Mindfang's crew was familiar to her.

"How do I know you?" she asks.

"I… I uh… Got that head out of yer cell, girly," he says

She gives him a puzzled expression. "Come again?"

He tosses a rag to her. "When ye came here for the Orphaner with that one fellow who died… I was the clean-up crew…"
Vriska catches the rag and looks at it, furrowing her brow. "Yes… The doctor… He was a friend of mine…"

The man just nods before opening the cap to the peroxide. "This is… going to be painful, girly… So, bite on that rag…" he states.

Snarling a lip, she complies and puts the rag in her mouth, but not before making a quick gesture to the sword to let him know that she was still contemplating using it if he tried anything funny. He leans towards her and tried his best to gently part the blood crusted eyelids of the empty socket with his fingers. She grits her teeth into the fiber of the rag, but tries her best minimalize any reactions and prepare herself for the worst. With a tilt of the bottle, the peroxide pours out directly onto the open wound causing the area to foam up as it ate away at the bacteria. She resisted the urge to make sudden movements or sounds, but this didn't stop one of her legs from jerking a bit accidently kicking her sword causing it to slam into one of the metal appliances creating a loud bang.

"There," he hums taking another rag to wipe around the socket to clean off the dried blood. "Ye handled that pretty well, girly," he laughs lightly.

Once the pain had settled, she pulled the rag out of her mouth and huffed. "Yeah… Thanks… I guess…"

"Now I can sew it up if ye wan-," the man began to speak but stopped when he heard the sounds of other crew members heading in the galley.

The man quickly pushed the items he was using to help the girl under the stove knowing that if he was caught being nice to an enemy, they would have his head. He gestures to Vriska to stay quiet and stay low before he stands to walk out of the kitchen area to the dining section. There wasn't much separating the cooking area from the rest of the galley, given that it was an open kitchen, so the man had to do his best from keeping the rest of the men from wanting to look on the other side of the appliances.

"What are ya doing here?" One of the other crew members asks in a raspy sickly sounding voice.

"Not much… Just tryin' to find somethin' to eat, ye know?" the friendly responded.

"Damn war going on upstairs and you come in here to stuff your fat fucking face? We were looking for you," another voice spoke in a suave tone.

"Eatin' calms my nerves? Besides if it must be my last meal, I don't want it to be that slop we had the other night," he laughs.

"You see the plaything? Heard she might be hiding on this level. Some things were stolen from the infirmary… Think she might have made her way in this direction," the second voice speaks.

"Playthin'? I don't know what ye mean…" the man spoke walking towards them.

"Ya remember? He wasn't around when she was aboard," the first voice cackles.

"Oh. You're right. Mindfang's descendant. You honestly can't miss her. Looks just like Mindfang, but smaller," the suave voice hums.

"And has perkier tits too," the raspy voice chimes in.

"A small perky tit Mindfang? Can't say I can help ya there," the man laughs a bit.

Vriska sat there quietly, listening to what the men were saying, as she tried to move her sword closer to her using her foot. However, in the process of bringing her sword near it smacked into some of the pots on the ground causing a loud clanking sound. The noise alerted the men and they started to move closer to see on the other side of the kitchen appliances. The friendly moved some to block their view, but this just caused suspicions to be raised.

"What was that?" the first man asks stepping closer.

"What is what?" the friendly chuckles scratching the back of his neck.

"What are you hiding?!" the suave speaker snarled before pushing the friendly out of the way.

Vriska tensed up when the crew member saw her and grabbed her sword as quickly as she could. Unfortunately, the reflexes of the larger man were much quicker, and he easily snagged the sword from her hand before she was able to unsheathe it. He flings the sword behind him and well out of reach before laughing a bit at the sight off her. Two other crewmembers came to stare down at her, the one that had the raspy voice, and one who Vriska knew very well. It made since he hadn't been a part of the conversation because he was the tongue-less ogre who had assaulted her the first day she was here about two sweeps ago.

"This is what you were hiding?~"

"W-well ye see. I … I was…" the friendly was stumbling over his words thinking of something to say.

"You dog. Trying to keep her all to yourself? Sneaking off to get a snack. I see what kind of snack you were trying to get," the suave man laughs.

"Uhhh… I mean I-" he mumbles before pulling off a cocky persona. "Yeah! Of course! But I don't like an audience, so would you guys mind leaving?" he asks playfully trying to get them away so he could help Vriska sneak away.

"You know as a crew we got to share… We are not playing the same games the previous first mate did… and look," he laughs pointing a finger at her missing eye. "You do that? The other holes weren't good enough for you. Sick bastard."

The man punches the friendly lightly on the shoulder with a laugh before moving to close in on Vriska. He laughs along for a moment before frowning at the girl as he felt helpless in trying to help her. She grits her teeth before taking a second to think things over and collecting her thoughts to calm down. Noticing a knife nearby she lunged for it before quickly getting to her feet ready to fight. Upon further inspection of the wicked man who discovered her, she saw that he had violet blood splattered on his neck and shirt. Seeing her standing there becoming slightly unraveled at the sight, he just begins to laugh even louder as he whipped out a pistol and pointed it at her face.

"You like my new colors?" he hums smearing the violet blood on his neck into his skin.

"What happened to them?" she snarled.

"Shut up! You're not allowed to speak, and unless you want to end up with your brain splattered across the wall you should drop the knife~"

Vriska growls throwing the knife behind her and stared down the man wearing the blood of her friends.

"On your knees lass," he chuckles.

Dubiously, she dropped down to her knees and watched as the man drew closer to her. Shards from broken plates on the floor dug into her knees causing blood to seep through her jeans. He puts the barrel of the gun directly in front of her face and grabbed one of her horns roughly. He yanked her forward a bit making the tip of the gun hit her teeth creating an unpleasant clinking noise. He cocks the gun causing her to wince a bit and shut her eyes tightly as she expected the worse. Was this it? Was this how her life would come to an end? Being shot in the face in such an undignified manner.

"BANG!" the man laughs as he mocked the motion of a gun going off causing Vriska to flinch. "Aw~ look at that little flinch. You're cute when you think you're going to die."

"Fuck you. You won't get away with this," she hissed.

"Sure, I will… Now… Put it in your mouth~" he coos.

Disturbed, she just could respond with a simple, "What?"

"Put the pistol in your mouth or I will pull the trigger and kill you," he hooted.

Reluctantly, she complies and slowly opens her mouth letting the gun be put inside. The cold metal pressed down on her tongue leaving the unpleasant flavor of dirty steel and gun powder taint her taste buds. The sensation of the barrel tapping on the edges of her teeth made her stomach turn with discomfort.

"Now… suck it," he laughs.

Vriska's eyes widened with shock and embarrassment at the man's next command. He grins cocking the gun, signaling to the girl that if she didn't do as he asked, he would shoot her. Ashamed, she, once again, did as she was told and wrapped her lips around the metal. Uncomfortably, she bobbed her head along the shaft of the gun avoiding looking up to see the hungry vultures gawking at her. The men, minus the friendly, just laugh at the scene going down enjoying the humiliation the girl was being out through. He grabs her hair roughly and forces the gun deeper into her mouth causing her to gag violently.

He pulls the gun out holstering it before laughing over at the other men, "Which hole should I fuck first?"

"Try the new one," the raspy voiced man laughed.

The evil man sticks two fingers into his mouth, licking them, before slipping those same two fingers directly into her eye socket. The poor girl just lets out a pained whine from the burning and stinging sensation just his fingers had brought. Her eye started to bleed once again, and the hot blood rolled down her cheek like thick dark tears. She had to figure out how to get out of this situation and fast before things got any worse. Her thoughts found themselves falling back on the Highblood's words, the best way to get out of this is to play mind games.

"Seems tempting, but doesn't moaning make the experience better," she asks looking up at him.

The man raised a brow pulling his fingers out of her socket. "What are you talking about, lass?"

"Well~ Don't men like hearing a woman moan. Wouldn't it feel better to use something that's a bit more equipped for what you want? Probably would be a bit more enjoyable too… For both of us~" she hums.

He grins at her. "Now look at who became a mind broken little whore. Did the fear teach you? You should have behaved this way day one and we wouldn't be here."

"You're right~ I should have done as I was told," she whimpers blushing faintly.

"Well you can make up for that right now~," he purrs. "Stand up why don't you~"

"Yes. Of course," she did as he commanded and bit her lip lightly.

"Now. Take your top off," he instructs.

"Oh… Okay," she says quietly slipping the tank top off leaving her bra still on.

"Come on… You know what I mean. Show us your tits~" he chuckles.

Vriska grits her teeth for a brief second before resuming the flirty coy girl act, she was playing. Again, she did as she was told and slid her hands around to the back to grab the tiny clasp on the bra. With a fluid little motion, the garment became unhooked and loosely hung off her frame. Slowly sliding off the straps she removes it completely and exposes her breasts to the group of men. The all hooted at the strip show, minus the friendly who seemed incredibly uncomfortable and was doing his best to avoid any eye contact. The instigator reaches out a hand and grabs one of warm mounds to deliver a rough squeeze. The girl genuinely blushed bright, but not from any arousal, but from the complete uncomfortable embarrassment this brought her.

"Mmmm~ Not bad," the scoundrel groans with arousal. "I'm going first~ I have been waiting for this for awhile~" he groans lustfully pushing her down on the ground.

Vriska gasps as she fell down into the mess of broken plates and kitchen wares, some of the items cutting up her back. He moves to get on top of her, but unlike how this usually played out he left her hands free too focused on groping at her body. He leans in to lick up her breast to her neck and cheek, licking up the blood from her eye in the process. The girl goes along with it letting out a fake moan to keep him satisfied, however what he didn't know was that her hand at her side had made friends with a very large broken plate shard. She slid it against the side of her waist without being detected by the man on top of her or any of the other crew watching. The scoundrel moves his hands down to grope at her roughly in the crotch before reaching for the zipper of his own pants. He reaches to pull out his bulge, which one of Vriska's hands quickly moved to grab it. Getting a feel for its size she begins to stroke it some once she could feel the pulse getting faster and more prominent.

A low groan escapes from under his breath. "Someone is eager~"

Vriska smirks softly, "Eager to get this over with~"

The girl leans in kissing him to catch him off guard and the sounds of gawking just got louder and louder. Indulging himself into her touch the scoundrel let his guard fall and that's when a sharp wet slicing sound echoed in the room before everything went silent. He felt a strange numbness emanate in his lower half and quickly sat up only to see what the girl had in her hands. A bloody plate shard in one hand and a severed appendage he was more than familiar with. He screams as loud as he could as the shock of what had happened was substituted with excruciating pain.

He fell back onto the ground holding his bloody groin trying to stop his jade blood from spurting everywhere. The other men stood there frozen and unable to formulate any proper way to react to what just happened. Vriska giggles evilly and stood up holding the items in the direction of his face to make sure he got a good look.

"You fucking bitch!" He screeches. "You cunt! What did you fucking do?!"

Vriska crouches over him and hums, "Did you really believe I wanted to fuck you? I turned you on to make sure you got an erection. When I was positive you did I cut your dirty little pecker off. You see…" she starts to laugh a bit psychotically. "All that blood rushing down there makes it really easy for you to bleed out from what I can imagine is an incredibly painful way to go. If I had a bulge, I'd probably be cringing at the thought of what that must feel like."

The bloody and topless girl stands up, pressing one of her boots down on top of the emasculated man's hands. Eyeing down her other two adversaries, she gives them a moment to make the next move. The raspy fellow snaps out of his dismayed trance and moves to grab his pistol, but Vriska quickly reacted to this. A bloody jade bulge flies through the air to hit the raspy fellow directly against his closed mouth causing him to become frantic and disturbed. Still holding the broken plate shard she quickly moves to jump over the stove behind her in order to get to the dining area of the galley. If she could make it to the other end of the room to grab her sword she would be able to end this fight quickly.

The large tongue-less troll rushed towards, using his mass to knock the girl to the floor. She snarls swiping one of his legs to knock him off his balance before she summersaulted backwards away from him in order to create some distance between them. Bouncing back onto her feet she darted back at the large troll, who was collecting himself and jabbed the plate shard into his gut. He growls trying to grab her, but the smaller girl was much more agile, and she managed to jump back from him with the bloody plate shard still in hand.

The girl then targeted the one with the pistol, who was still trying to gain his composure after being hit in the face with his friend's severed manhood. When he realized she was running towards him he lifted he aimed his pistol at her only to have his hand met with a hard-running kick. Despite still being able to hold onto his pistol and even pull the trigger, the trajectory was set off course causing a bullet to be discharged into the abdomen of emasculated male on floor. He just cries out in pain, not sure which wound he should be clutching at this point. With her free hand, Vriska grabs barrel of the pistol and starts attempting to overpower it away from him. The ogre ran towards the girl since he saw that her back was turned, but not even needing to turn around or direct her attention on him, she begins to repeatedly stab the broken dish shard into his stomach and chest over and over. Jab. Twist. Jab. Twist. Jab. Twist. There was no chance for him to react to her swift adrenaline-fueled movements and after being stabbed effortless many times he soon came crashing down.

The sound of the gun fire and the screams drew the attention of more crewmembers and the galley door busted open with four more additional men. One of the new opponents aimed a gun at Vriska ready to shoot, and when she saw this, she kneed the man she was wrestling with in the groin. Dropping his pistol, he grabbed at his crotch so he could wallow in pain only to have the Serket yank him in the direction of the gun to use him as shield. With how quickly everything had happened Mindfang's crew accidently ended up shooting their fellow mate in the back several times. Unable to take her fresh corpse shield with her in the mission to reclaim her sword from across the room, she threw it down and rushed back in the direction 'PAY 8ACK 8ITCH' was in.

The new adversaries ran after Vriska through the many tables and disheveled kitchen items. The one with the gun slipped on the disembodied bulge and accidently impaled his neck when he fell on a jagged wooden spike that was once the leg of a chair. She zigs zagged her way through the furniture, but two of the men were smart enough to split up to circle towards her from both sides. Unfortunately, the little female got caught before the men tossed her body up onto a table. One of the men pinned her arms down at the table's edge, and the other pinned her legs down on the opposite end. It looked as if she had been splayed out ready to be dissected, but she knew that their intentions were far more disturbed than that.

"Nice of you to already get your shirt off so we can see them tits, but let's get a good view of your nook," the man down by her legs laughed.

The other man circled around cheery and declaring that he would be next in batting order as the one by her lower half tried to forcefully yank her jeans down. He didn't get too far with that because she hiked her knee towards her chest and bucked him in the chest pushing him back off her a bit. The man snarls some obscenities at her ready to beat her, but she swung her legs up, so the heels of her boots were in his face and she clicked them together. A massive fireball blasted the man directly in the face, charring his skin to the point of not being recognizable, and setting his hair and clothing on fire. Taking flames directly in the eyes had blinded him and he just began to run around aimlessly trying to get help. After a few seconds he lets out the most horrifying sound from being burned alive before falling silent as he hit the ground. The only sound that was heard from his body was the crackling of flames and the sizzling pops from blisters cooking.

This action with the boots had not only stopped the man at her legs, but it stopped the one at her arms to. The rocket boots had done what they were designed to do which was to propel her in the direction she was oriented, but since she was laying down this just shot her body across the table. Her horns were driven, all the way to the base, right into the stomach of the crew member at her upper half. He gurgles on his blood trying to speak as he watched Vriska click off her heels and swing her legs up towards him. He found his neck between her calves, and with a quick twist from them he was killed.

Vriska pulled her horns out of the corpse's body, having some entrails get drugged out as well. She ripped the intestine from her horn before tumbling herself off the table and made a sprint towards the direction of her sword. However, she was charged at by the last man, and was pinned up against the wall by her neck. She writhers in attempts to free herself, letting out gasps as she scratches at the man's wrists. Her adrenaline overshadowed her body's natural panic to the lack of air and told her to put her feet up against the wall. With a click of the heels, the boots hurled them both away from the wall making them crash onto the floor before the flame puttered out.

The girl was straddled on top of the man and moved a fist to punch him but was briefly subdued by a hard punch in the face. Snorting out spurts of blood from her nostrils the girl snarls like that of a feral beast and with needle-sharp fangs she lunges at him with jaws open wide. Canines sunk deep into the soft flesh of the neck, slicing through a jugular vein as her jaws closed down. Hot blood filled her mouth as she pulled back pulling the chunk of skin and veins from his body. She chews on the meat for a moment before spitting it back into his face, the whole time the man just gargled his own blood.

Donning splattered rainbows across her fair skin, the girl stands up from the body to turn around to see two more people entering the room. Her fury filled eye locked onto the eyes of the other individuals, but her expression softened. Eridan had entered, with a severely wounded and limping Cronus hanging onto him. Cronus was clutching at his side that was bleeding profusely with one hand while his other was wrapped around Eridan for support. He was very pale from major exsanguination and his eyes were tightly shut from intense wincing. Spitting foreign blood out of her mouth she slowly approached just happy to see her friends. The young Ampora just looked horrified at the appearance of Vriska. A topless woman, freshly missing an eye, drenched in various colors of blood, and standing amidst a dozens of corpses.

"Vv-vvris," Eridan murmurs.

"Eridan!" she chimes happily walking up to them. "I'm so glad you two are alive."

"Are you-" He began to speak but was cut off by her.

"Cronus… What happened? You aren't going to die right?" she asked so nonchalantly.

The elder wheezed a bit not even opening his eyes, "Yeah… I should be okay…"

Eridan looked at her and shook his head sadly knowing that his dancestor was in critical condition. "Wwe found the slavve quarters, but got ambushed by some asshole wwhen wwe wwere tryin'to get the cages open… He got Cro wwith a swword before runnin' off wwhen he saww me wwhip out my crosshairs."
"Oh yeah. I met that guy," she laughs.

"WWHAT? YOU DID? WWHERE IS HE?!" Eridan shouts.

"There…" Vriska giggles pointing to the man laying on the floor bleeding from the crotch.

"Oh jeez. Wwhat happened to him?"

"Chopped his bulge off," she says with a smile.

Cronus coughs weakly before lifting his head up. "Correct me if I am vwrong, but did Wvris just say she chopped a guy's dick off?" he says in a tone that seemed rather out of it and groggy.

"Yeah… it is right there actually…" she hums pointing at it which was next to Cronus' shoe. "It's a little squished … That guy slipped on it," she says pointing to the man impaled on a chair leg.

Cronus opens his eyes to see the bulge on the ground and with all his energy he jumped away from it and into Eridan. "VWHAT THE FUCK?!"

Eridan did his best to brace his dancestor's outburst and carefully set Cronus down to sit on a part of the ground that wasn't cover in debris or bodies. Applying pressure to his wound, Cronus looks around the room to see the scene that was displayed. He sighs moving a hand off his wound to grab a cigarette and lighter from his jacket covering them in the violet from his shaky fingers. He puts it in his mouth and lights it before cocking his head back against the wall.

"God Wvris… You did all of this?" he wheezed. "And vwith your tits in the breeze too?"

Eridan looks at her again finally registering her appearance and processing the whole thing. "Yeah… Wwhat happened to your shir- Wwait! YOUR EYE!"

"Long story…" she sighs.

"Vwhat was that bang by the vway? Happened right after the ship got all tipsy," Cronus asks.

"Explosives gone wrong. That's how I got here actually… Well not the galley… that was- shit!" Vriska looks around a bit worried that she had accidently killed the man, who had been helping her, in the brawl. "Guy! You still with us?!" she called out.

The friendly creeped out from behind the kitchen appliances holding his hands up to show that he was unarmed. "Yeah… I just hid… I didn't want to get in the mix… I am what they call a pussy," he chuckles.

"Wwho's that?" Eridan growled aiming his crosshairs.

"Chill. He's on our side… I think… He brought me in here to save me," she says.

"SAVVE YOU… VVRISKA LOOK AROUND. LOOK AT ALL THESE OTHER MEN," Eridan yells.

"Shit doesn't go as planned sometimes," the guy responds looking down embarrassed.

A groan came from the man who was missing a bulge and the group just looked over to see him. Vriska crouches down to grab one of the pistols that was dropped in the squabble and walks over to the man. She puts a hand on her hip as she stood over his body, watching as he desperately tried to cling to life.

"Huh… Guess I miscalculated how fast you would bleed out. You're actually still alive. It is crazy how much abuse some troll bodies can go through and still survive," she coos.

"You… fucking… bitch… I am… going to… kill you… You won't… win…" he spits at her.

"Oh, really now?" she purrs. "Your bodies natural instincts are working for nothing… You won't get to see who wins and loses."

With that said she executes him, shooting him point blank in the face and killing him instantly. She then fires the gun again, setting off the pistol into the man's face over and over until the chamber was empty. She kept pulling the trigger a few times, even after it was empty, just to have unsatisfying clicks echo in the room. With a grunt she throws the gun down at what was left of the man's face and turns to see her friends again. This shook the two Amporas. Seeing how far Vriska had been pushed and how merciless in apathetic that had made her.

"Eridan. You think you can lead me to the slave quarters? We can free them..." She asks before turning to view the friendly. "You can stay here with Cronus. Keep him alive… or else," she scorns.

"Um yeah of course," the man whimpers rushing over to help apply pressure to Cronus' wounds.

"No. I vwant to go vwith you tvwo. I don't vwant to be stuck vwith him! Vwe don't ewven knovw this guy! Vwhat if he kills me?!" Cronus growls.

"You're a Highblood. Even if you are wounded you can handle it… Besides… If he knows what's good for him… He would know better than to do something stupid," she says with a sinister smile.

"Yeah… But put some clothes on… You're half naked, Vvris," Eridan says.

Vriska looks down seeing her breasts before blushing bright and covering them in embarrassment. She had completely forgot that she actually was causally nude despite it being mentioned before by Cronus. The three men watch how she went from a very intimidating and powerful troll to a self-conscious nervous little girl.

"Stop looking!" she whines turning to go find her shirt and bra.

"Wvris… Eridan and I hawve… seen you naked," Cronus says with a weak painful laugh.

"Shut up!" she scoffs picking up her bra and tank top.

"VVRISKA LOOK OUT!" Eridan yells.

The large ogre had risen from the ground and grabbed Vriska holding her in front of him. Being a larger troll, the stabbing had only shocked his body making him pass out, but not slay him. He puts a blade to her neck, the sharp edge pricking her skin a little causing a drop of blood to pool to the surface. Eridan points his crosshair at them, but realized that if he took a shot, he would kill Vriska. With no real plan, large man backs up with the small girl in his arms pulling her away towards the other end of the galley, passing the counter along the way. The Serket grimaces looking around for anything she could use, seeing a metal meat tenderizer hanging from a hook above the counter.

Vriska clicks her shoes, but only one of them went off causing them to get off-kilter and sent slamming into the counter. The blade cut her neck a little, but not deep enough to cut anything major or even leave a scar for that matter. The boot puttered out causing them to come crashing down, but in the few seconds she had broke free she was able to yank the meat tenderizer off the hook. She falls to the floor next to the oaf before sitting up and swinging her weapon as hard as he could into his lower jaw. She stands up to look down at man, who was now trying hold up his mandible which was ripped off the hinge on one side. He looks at her trying to scoot away from her, but the woman follows him with murderous intentions. The brute waves his free hand at her in attempts to show her that he was pleading for his life.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY BEGGING ME TO STOP?!" she yells grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "WHEN I BEGGED NONE OF YOU STOPPED!" She hits him in the face with the tenderizer again. "WHERE WAS MY FUCKING MERCY! YOU NEVER GAVE ME FUCKING MERCY!" She hits him again.

The man fell back unable to hold up his own weight anymore and Vriska moved to straddle his stomach. She grabbed the dangling jawbone with her hand and starts to twist it before ripping it off completely. He cries in utter agony letting out unnatural noises and screams from his mangled maw as he was tortured by the girl. Vriska pulls his head up by the collar of the shirt again.

"WHEN I SCREAMED AND CRIED! YOU NEVER STOPPED!" She hits him again causing his head to slam into the floor, but she pulled it back up by the collar. "WHEN THERE WAS BLOOD! YOU NEVER STOPPED!" Another hit. "WHEN I PLEADED BECAUSE I WAS IN HORRIFIC PAIN! YOU NEVER STOPPED!" Another hit. Tears roll down her cheeks. "I didn't deserve what you did to me," she cries before gritting her teeth. "BUT YOU DESERVE THIS!"

Vriska rapidly slammed the tenderizer into his face as fast and as hard as she could. Over and over she pulverized his skull, having his blood splatter and cover her body. His head had become minced so badly there was nothing left, but an organic putty. She continued however, the tenderizer slamming into the puddle on the floor splattering the viscous matter everywhere. After several long minutes she stands over his body and looks down before screaming as loudly as she could at the body. Tears just stream down Eridan's face as he watched in horror.