Editing Lo'ren's Story (section)

===Another Day of Pain.===
''Warning: The following scene may offend some readers. Discretion advised.''

The ugly, slimy Cardassian was right in her face. His breath stank of kanaar and Lo'ren fought against wrinkling her nose, knowing it would only bring her worse than what she would receive otherwise.

"You know... I like you girly." His words were slurred as he drew her closer, roughly handling her in all the wrong ways. Lo'ren continued to stare at the floor. She deserved her treatment and he would exact what he wanted. Lo'ren had learned not to fight when Tark called her to his rooms.

"It's your ears, they're so... exotic." He chuckled as he tugged on one, trying to get a reaction from his little subject. Lo'ren made no move, knowing that her heritage, that she was at fault in this.

She spoke blandly, no emotion colouring her words - either with fear, disgust or acceptance. "Yes, Gul Tark. I am too tempting because I am different." She spouted the words that had been brain washed into her for several months.

He punched her in the side of the head for that. "You didn't have permission to speak!" he growled at her as he spun her around. He held her by the neck as he prepared to meet out her punishment. Bile began to rise in her throat but the 7 year old girl swallowed it before it came up. ~Dear Prophets, it's my fault.~ Her mind shut down as Tark started into what he felt was his right.