<USS Avalon> log

WARNING: this log has few violent scenes and hints at sex, please read at your 
own disgression.

Evil Has Two Faces
by: Caine Reilly McKensely

Caine walked into her quarters and immediately took her uniform shoes off; she 
never did like wearing shoes.  Walking quietly into her bed room, she stripped 
out of her full uniform and put on a comfortable ankle length blue skirt and a 
loose fitting white shirt.  Sitting down at her vanity, she let her hair fall 
down around her head loosely.  As she soothingly brushed it, she thought of 
little Hannah and her father, wondering how she should go about handling this.  
Growing up in such a large, prestigious family, she was unable to have 
imaginary friends.  Deciding that it might be best to spend time with her and 
observe her with others her own age, before making any haste decisions about 
this little girls life.

Putting down the brush, Caine yelled and made a promise to herself not to stay 
up so late anymore.  Climbing into her bed that wasn?t made, she also made a 
promise to herself that she would make her bed in the morning.  Those were her 
last thoughts before her eyes drifted closed and she was asleep.


Caine?s arm was hurting from where the man was gripping it.  He tugged her into 
the study and threw her against the bookshelf.  Books tumbled down around her 
when she slammed hard into the shelves, crying out in pain.  

?Damn it bitch.  I told you not to eat so much.  Why the hell did you then go 
and have a sandwich?  What are you, stupid or something??  He gripped her chin 
forcing her to look into his hate filled eyes.  ?Do you really expect me to 
want to marry a fat pig like you??  He spat and pushed her away from him, 
causing her to hit the bookshelf very hard again, biting her lip, so as not to 
cry out, she began to taste the tang of blood in her mouth.  

The man stalked away from her to pour himself a glass of Romulan ale.  Caine 
watched him closely with hate as he drank calming, completely ignoring her for 
the moment.  Caine knew that many of the women in their circle considered him 
handsome, but all she saw was the ugly hateful man he was.  Shrinking back into 
herself, she watched him walk back to her.  The Baron reached out and grabbed a 
fist full of her hair, twisting it; he forced her to stand on her tiptoes so as 
to decrease the pain.

?Now, you will listen and you will listen well,? he just barely growled out.  
?You will not ever again eat that much food, not alone, not in front of me, not 
in front of anyone.  If I EVER see you eat that much, your punishment will be 
worse then the one I?m about to deal out.?

Caine whimpered as he yanked her hard with each word he spoke.  Tears were 
falling out of the corner of her eyes as she remembered past punishments and 
feared the new punishment she was to receive.  The Baron pushed her towards the 
desk and she stumbled on her long skirt and fell, hitting her head hard against 
the wooden armrest of a chair. 

The hit, on top of everything else, made Caine dizzy and she could not lift 
herself back up.  The Baron took the opportunity to kick her in the stomach 
once before pulling her up by her hair and dragging her to the desk.  He forced 
her face down onto his desk, tears coursed down her cheeks as she felt him lift 
her skirt from behind.  She hated her life and even more, she hated this man 
that tortured her.  

Caine knew what would happen if she fought him, she had born the pain of that 
punishment before, but she could not let this man, this demon, take her like 
this again.  Caine tried to kick backwards and to push him off, it worked a 
bit.  She didn?t have the muscle to really get him off her but she was able to 
catch him off guard, forcing him to move back slightly.  Caine spun around to 
hit him and run off, but instead she began to scream bloody murder.


Caine sat straight up in bed, screaming her lungs out.  Realizing that she was 
in her own room, sitting in her own bed.  Trying to calm her breathing, she 
brought her hand to her face to get the hair that was in her face out of it.  
She noticed her hand was shaking, in fact, her entire body was shaking.  She 
closed her eyes and the image flashed in her mind again, Caine shuddered.  It 
wasn?t the Baron she had seen right before she had woken up, no, this was 
someone she had not expected to see in a dream like that.  

Getting out of bed, she walked shakily to the bathroom.  Splashing some cold 
water on her face, she pressed her fingers to her eyes and tried to erase the 
memory of her dream.  The memory of seeing Javan, a man she was actually 
beginning to trust and care for, standing where the Baron should have been, his 
face twisted in perverse pleasure, just the way the Baron?s used to be.  Caine 
almost gagged, as the though of the dream made her so scared she felt sick.  
Deciding that she was not going to be sleeping anymore, Caine decided to shower 
and get dressed and maybe go to her office and get some paper work done, but 
she knew that no matter what she did today and any of the days in the near 
future, that she was not going to forget that dream.  She could only hope that 
she would not see Javan for awhile, not sure she couldn?t keep her mind from 
screaming out what had happened and not even sure she could be with him, she 
prayed silently, while in the shower, that he would be sent on some kind-of 
trip till she was able to get over this and be able to see him again.  


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