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Rising abruptly, Vermeil kicked over the glass table with a snarl. Shrinking back, Megami said nothing, holding the tablet to her chest.

“LIES. Fucking LIES,” the taller spat, stalking quickly from the room. Megami simply sat transfixed, staring at the broken glass littering the floor. She always knew he had a temper, but this was the most physical damage he had ever done in her presence.

The Prince strode right past Dib's room, noticing that the door was open and whirling on it. He entered, raising a fist to shake it at Dib. But he interrupted.

“Close the door first. You don't want Megami to see you like this, do you?” Dib was lounging in a leather recliner, an expensive smoke dangling from his lips, some strange brown liquor in a glass at his hand. He looked pretty sauced and completely unaffected by Vermeil's tirade. “You broke my table. Are you going to pay for that?”

“Fuck you, you self-righteous prick! You can't keep getting away with this shit!” Vermeil moved in with that fist, but Dib's hand quickly shot out in reply. Grabbing his wrist, Dib stood and twisted his skinny arm, flipping him onto the floor on his face.

“Door shut,” Dib barked, and the computer complied. Curling Vermeil's limb behind his back and pressing a knee into his Pak, Dib cried, “What the fuck crawled up your ass and died, Champ?”

Turning his head painfully to look back at Dib, Vermeil growled, “Fuck you. It's all lies! Every fucking bit of it! Tzin would never touch a fucking Human that way--”

Sighing, Dib let Vermeil go, standing above him with a calm expression on his face. “Believe what you want, Champ. All I can do is tell you what I experienced personally.” As Vermeil rolled onto his back, glaring up at the human, he continued, “You know the truth, even if you don't want to admit it.” Without any ceremony, he pulled off his shirt and turned just enough so that Vermeil could see the small of his back.

Black ink had been carved into the skin there, angry scarring surrounding every Irken letter. It read “Krsk Hsnin.” Basically, translating to “Fuck Pig.”

“Near as I can figure, the needle was dipped in Amber... S'why I've never been able to get rid of it.” With a noncommittal shrug, Dib pulled his shirt back on. “What do you want to believe, Prince V?”

“So... so they gave you a tattoo... So... so they knocked you around a little bit... Doesn't... doesn't prove anything. They'd never do THAT. NEVER.”

Dib eyed Vermeil for a moment before he finally groaned, waving a hand in dismissal. “Go back to Megami, Champ. And if you would so kindly clean up the mess you made, I'd be appreciative.” He plopped back down into his chair, taking a long drink and puffing heartily on his smoke. Eyes closing somewhat, he relaxed. Vermeil stared blankly at him until his breath had finally calmed. Then, he rose... attempted to say something, but couldn't... Broken, he simply turned and left.

Though he didn't go back to Megami... instead, he went to his own quarters and shut the door. Once everything had fallen quiet, the girl finally calmed herself. GIR miraculously came around and began to make himself useful by cleaning up the mess Vermeil left. Lulled by the sound of glass being swept, she finally returned to reading.

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When Dib awoke, he was naked and trussed to a device that was, near as he could tell, a torture rack. Bent forwards with his legs spread, arms (the right and what remained of the left, anyway) pulled painfully back and out, only afforded a limited range of movement with his neck. That same throb, the dull, burning sensation, was still present.. He looked down as he could and realized that a chunk of that rock was hanging from his chest, suspended by thick cords that wrapped around his body. Dim orange energy was flowing from it, through those cords... They had managed to rig it, somehow, so that he was completely subdued at all times.

The room keeping him trapped was small, dark... no windows and only one discernible door. Everything about him was metallic... Ceiling, walls, floor... It was very much like the holding cell that he had been thrown in with Gaz aboard the Massive. The quiet sound of air rushing through ventilation could be heard. He was obviously on their ship.

Though it was hard to think through the pain, Dib attempted to try and scheme a way out. He pulled against his bonds to no avail; he was much too weak, and his head couldn't move enough to reach the cords. Where was Tak?! She was probably dead... Hanging his head, Dib opened his mouth to release a dry sob. But.. but he couldn't give up hope... He had a daughter, and if he never saw her again...

Peace and quiet ended all too soon.

“So... you're awake,” Tzin cackled as he entered the room, closing the door soundly behind him. He was only clad in a pair of loose pants as opposed to the full Elite gear Dib had previously seen him in... The human knew that didn't bode well for him at all. Raising his head shakily, he did the best he could to glare indignantly. Tzin's grin didn't fade in the slightest. “Feel any better? We're still working on exactly how much Amber to give you without killing you. Heh.”

Why even mention that? Dib's heart sank. Because Tzin wanted Dib to know that they didn't plan on letting his agony cease any time soon.

“You were delirious for awhile,” Tzin remarked nonchalantly as he removed his pants, revealing an already semi-stiffened member. “Saying some crazy shit. Yelling Tak's name a lot. Were you fucking her, too?” Beginning to stroke himself languidly, he watched the pain in Dib's eyes increase tenfold. But he wouldn't break. He refused to... He wouldn't give any of them the satisfaction... “You burned the hell out of me when you puked, you Pig. But I thought up a good solution.” His Pak clicked and a shimmering shield of sorts covered his body before disappearing from view.

Without much ceremony, grin still ever-present, Tzin walked out of Dib's line of sight. Despite his attempts to stay calm, the human's breath quickened. He knew what was coming...

“Dirty fucking PIG,” Tzin growled deep in his throat as he invaded Dib roughly and without any real warning whatsoever. Jerking and throwing his head back, he did his best to bite back the cry of pain. Already abused back there and probably having been fucked while unconscious, the pain was nigh unbearable. As Tzin thrust roughly into his body again and again, low moans of anguish finally began to bubble at the back of his throat.

Reaching forward and twining the fingers of one hand through Dib's shaggy hair, Tzin yanked his head back roughly. “What's that, Pig? Does it hurt, Pig? Tell me how much it hurts. Tell me how much you regret. Ooooh, it feels so fucking GOOD to put you in your place.” Claws dug into the small of Dib's back, supporting Tzin as his momentum increased. Despite his best efforts, a loud sob finally broke free from Dib's lips. The Irken pulled harder on his hair, laughing viciously as he pounded those last few times and flared hard, his immense girth straining Dib's inner walls.

“Gghh---- GOD!” Dib howled, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the tearing of his most tender skin. As tears streamed down his face, he swallowed as many sobs as he could. After a moment of reveling in the convulsions within Dib's abused body, Tzin finally withdrew.

Oh, it was over. He had survived...

Only there was now a leaden whip, or at least what felt like it, coming down across his back. Repeatedly, quickly, without giving him any time to breathe between lashes... As the skin began to rip, Dib bit down on his lip so hard that blood began to fill his mouth. He wouldn't scream... he couldn't... But his body jerked against his will with every blow. Tzin was continuing to speak in that low voice tinged with amusement... But over the sound of his whipping, Dib could hear little.

Rather abruptly, it was over. Dib almost breathed a sigh of relief, but instead screamed when he felt Tzin's cock being shoved inside him AGAIN. “The going's a little nicer this time, huh?” he laughed above the sound of their skin colliding. “Ironic how the more you bleed, the more easily my dick slides into you...”

...And thusly, Dib's slow descent into insanity began. There was no day or night. He was never fed, never released. His only interaction was with Tzin, who calmly fucked with his mind while fucking him... He would talk about Vermeil, Tenn, and the other Irken whose name he could never remember. It sounded like it started with an “s”... Sublivin? Soploven? He didn't come in as often, and usually was in tow of Tzin.

Usually they would take Dib from both ends, or one would abuse him while the other hit him with those leaden whips... Eventually Dib was able to catch a glimpse and discovered that they were Pak extensions... Much like the “tentacles” Zim had fucked him with before... How ironic.

When Tzin was alone, the worst things occurred. He soon took to fucking with the Amber, seeing how much of it he could subject Dib to without killing him, seeing how little he could give him to keep him subdued. Soon he found the perfect balance and was able to start mutilating the human's body in the worst ways. Flaying him, nearly removing limbs, taking out organs and shoving them back in... Then gratifying himself sexually before backing off of the Amber and allowing the Meekrob to heal him. By this time, Dib was nearly catatonic. He fought to keep his body from healing... He just wanted it to end. But eventually he would pass out from the pain and his body would utilize the Meekrob without his permission.

Despite his wanting to die so desperately, he still attempted to cling to his sanity. He refused to break for Tzin, to give him that satisfaction, though he was sure that he often cried out during their escapades. It all became a blur; there was no predicting when they would come, what would happen. When he was alone, Dib nursed a rich fantasy he had developed, thinking about all the “what ifs”... What his life would have turned out like if there had never been a Zim... Or if there had been a Zim and they had lived happily ever after... He thought of his daughter, wondered how she was doing, wondered how long it had been and if she missed him. He always struggled to stay awake, because Tzin always loved to stir him from unconsciousness by jerking on his hair and invading him roughly.

Perhaps a long time had passed, as one day when he and Tzin were having a session, Tenn appeared.

“This is getting out of hand,” she barked at him, barely glancing at the human or at their bodies crashing together. Tzin's pace didn't even falter throughout the conversation. “You're ignoring your duties. I'm starting to think that this has gone past revenge and that you're doing this for your own enjoyment.”

Silence reigned in the room until Tzin climaxed, a sensation Dib had grown used to, though it didn't hurt any less. He managed to remain still as the Irken withdrew. And in three quick strides, he was upon Tenn, backhanding her across the face. As she fell back against the wall, wide-eyed, Tzin hissed, “It's him or the boy, CAPTAIN. Pick one.”

“You... you wouldn't...”

“Well, he has to have some sort of use,” Tzin told her, sneering. “He needs to be taken down a peg or two, if you ask me. He acts as if we exist to cater to his every whim.” His pants were pulled back on, though he seemed to show no shame at being naked before the woman.

Lips pursing, Tenn replied, “We DO. I think YOU'RE the one that needs to be taken down a peg or two...”

“How many times do I have to tell you that the Old Days are over?” Tzin growled, beginning to stalk from the room. “He'll never be anything but a skinny little burden. You're soft on him because you opened your legs for a Tallest...”

“Don't you dare hold that against me—” Tenn began as she followed, the door slamming unceremoniously behind them.

Were Tenn and Tzin perhaps in a relationship of some sort? Maybe she was resentful of the dearth of time he spent torturing Dib... His mind began to play with the possibilities, ways in which he could possibly use this to his advantage... Clinging desperately, as usual, to hope.

Tenn didn't return after that. But, of course, Tzin did. Though he was so much more bitter and quiet now. And... though Dib wasn't sure how, more sadistic. One day, he awoke Dib with a searing pain in the small of his back. Cackling, Tzin informed him, “I want to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine. And to know what you are...” When it was done, Tzin ran claws along Dib's side. “My Fuck Pig. We don't want to smear the ink until it sets... So we'll do something else today.” Then he cut a hole in his side and fucked him there.

Occasionally, Dib was taken off of the rack and shoved into a cage. He rarely fought this and simply lay limp as he was moved about; he was resigned to his fate by that point. Nobody told him and he never asked about why such a thing was done... On a few occasions, he was put into the cage and carried offship to different locales. After a short time of being locked in one building or another, he would usually be brought back onship and they would travel again.

The routine didn't change for a long time passing. Though one day Dib was surprised to hear the door open and not see Tzin's formidable shadow passing over him. As it clicked shut, he chanced to raise his head and saw... Vermeil. Oh, was he going to start participating too? He had grown another foot or more since Dib had last seen him, that fateful day that he had been caught.

Gripping a knife so tightly that his knuckles were turning, Vermeil looked down on Dib. His eyes were so very dead, face placid. For a long time, neither spoke. Dib didn't know if he was able to communicate normally anymore, but his throat finally managed to form the phrase, “Hello there.” His conversational voice sounded so strange to him now. It was low and gruff and foreign.

“It's all because of you,” Vermeil stated, taking a step forward. “Everything was fine until you came along.” His fingers played along the handle of the knife somewhat restlessly, antennae jerking in agitation.

After staring at the boy's hand for a moment, Dib finally said, “You're right. Has Tzin changed? It's my fault. I deserve the worst.”

Surprised at Dib's complete agreement, Vermeil faltered a little. But his brow furrowed and he took another step forward, finally reaching to grab Dib's hair and jerk his head back. The knife shook in his fingers as he brought it forward.

“You'll have to turn the Amber output up more,” Dib instructed. “I won't die otherwise. But you're on the right track. You're a good boy, Vermeil... Do it. Do the right thing. End me.”

Breath coming in quick bursts, Vermeil's fingers tightened in Dib's hair as he brought the knife to rest softly against his throat. “I... I'm going... I'm going to do it. Right now. I'll make it quick and painless.”

Sensing that he was putting the boy off by his speech, Dib remained silent. He met Vermeil's eyes with conviction, no trace of fear to be found. The Irken's own expression was tortured... He had obviously been mulling over this decision for awhile. Looking down at the human, Vermeil gritted his teeth and began to press the knife into his skin. It finally bit in and blood began to trickle. This pain was nothing compared to what Tzin had put Dib through... so he didn't even flinch.

But Vermeil did. As soon as he glimpsed the blood, he pulled away, fingers leaving Dib's hair. Inhaling sharply, Dib attempted to hold his head up under the crushing weight of his disappointment. “No... NO... Vermeil.. Have mercy... Please... Just end it. End me!”

Tears began to leak down the boy's face and he shook his head. “I can't... I can't! I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore. I don't want to see anymore death or pain!”

The door slammed open and Tzin entered, teeth bared. “There you are! What the hell are you up to?! This is MY Fuck Pig. You're not allowed in here and you know it.” He grabbed the back of Vermeil's neck, hand raised to slap him. Surprisingly, Vermeil twisted out of his grip and whirled on him, knife brandished. “Don't touch me! I won't let you hurt me like you hurt Tenn! The human's made you crazy!”

Tenn was soon on the scene, standing between the two of them. “Enough!” She shoved Tzin back, turning toward Vermeil. “You're not allowed in here! There are things a Tallest must trust to his soldiers... This is a truth you must come to learn.”

Shaking his head, Vermeil wiped his face angrily and hurriedly left the room.

“What the hell was he trying to do?!” Tzin demanded, pushing back against Tenn.

Throwing her arms out angrily, Tenn cried, “Be a man! Maybe you should try and learn from him.” The right side of her face was swollen... A wound obviously inflicted by Tzin, very likely the catalyst for Vermeil's attempt on Dib's life. Glaring at the human, she growled, “I promised you that you could have him after what he did to Jazmt, but... Tzin...”

“Get out,” Tzin hissed, throwing her through the door and slamming it behind her.

Never had Dib wished to be dead more than that very moment.

More time passed. Things did not improve, though Tzin became more quiet, often only visiting Dib for only a short period of time. He was put into a cage again, though this time a blanket was provided. As Tzin carried him from the room, he wrapped it around his body somewhat... He spied Tenn, Vermeil and the other Irken. They all walked off of the ship together into what seemed to be a bustling marketplace. Near the corner of a building on the end of a street, Dib was sat down and Vermeil was ordered to stand next to him.

“Keep a close eye,” Tzin barked, jabbing a finger into the boy's shoulder. Wincing, he nodded.

Tenn knelt before him as Tzin stalked away with the other Irken. “Remember what I told you, Vermeil... Even though we are out of Federal jurisdiction, you are still Irken. Don't provoke anyone. Stay right here and be good. If everything goes well, we'll have a place to live!”

Sliding down against the wall as Tenn walked away, Vermeil pouted a bit and growled, “Why do I have to watch Tzin's fucking-- ugh.” Casting distasteful glances at Dib, he folded his arms over his chest.

Not knowing if he'd ever get to see something like this again, Dib actually managed to sit up and watch the aliens as they passed. There were thousands milling about in the bright sun... as this place was out of the Federation's reach, it seemed that many of them were going about illegal activities. Many of them noticed Vermeil but ignored him. Irken or not, he was a skinny little thing that constituted little threat.

One such creature gave Vermeil more than a passing glance, however. He was some nine feet tall, a slimy thing with a big orange eye in the middle of his forehead... He was dressed very richly, flanked by two aliens that were obviously his guards... Elephantine things. Where had Dib seen them before...?!

“Ugh. I can't stand the sight of Irkens now,” the large creature remarked, pointing to little Vermeil. “Ever since I got fucked over by that INVADER...”

“Yeah, Yeah,” one of the guards snorted. “You should be the hero, huh? Was all your weaponry.”

With a growl, he shoved the guard. “All that weaponry rendered the monies he gave me useless! Now I have five million monies and absolutely nothing I can do with them. Do you know how much those explosives cost me?!”

It all came rushing back... That was the Don of Kharna, that was the creature Zim had bought his gadgets from. Zim had been loaded! Of course, living on Earth for so long... if he had been getting a salary all those years and not spending it...

Not even knowing why, Dib called out, “I used to be Zim's pet!”

The name instantly caught the Don's attention and he took a few steps forward, eyeing the cage. Unsure what the best course of action would be in this situation, Vermeil simply sat still and stared incredulously. “Hey... yeah. Pale one. I remember you. Didn't you die?”

“Yes,” Dib replied, reaching forward to wrap his hands around the bars. “But the Meekrob revived me and gave me their powers...”

Vermeil sneered at Dib, unfolding his arms. “But we caught him anyway. He's OUR pet now.” Glaring at the Don, he barked, “Go away.”

“I don't believe you,” the Don replied, ignoring Vermeil completely. “If you were Meekrob, you'd not be in a cage...” He stood straight, readying to go on his merry way.

Gesturing to the piece of Amber, Dib said, “This is what keeps me from expressing my powers. They know that if they were to remove it, I could easily kill them all...”

“Really?” the Don asked, reaching into the cage and running his tentacle over the rock. “So this is the key to subduing a Meekrob, hmm?” He finally looked to Vermeil. “Where did you get this? I could make some use out of a Meekrob killer...”

“I don't know,” Vermeil answered earnestly. “My caretaker is the only one who knows...”

“Where is your caretaker, then?” the Don asked, taking a somewhat gentler approach to the boy than he had expressed previously.

Shaking his head, Dib hissed, “She won't tell you.”

“I'll let you have the Amber and the human if you give me five million monies,” Vermeil stated resolutely, his little chin settling.

Laughing heartily, the Don reared back. “Oh, a businessman. Just like Zim before him. Hmmmn...”

Vermeil had to know that Irken monies were useless. Looking at him with his jaw hanging agape, Dib tried to figure what his angle was.

“It's against Federation law to take on slaves. I'm not dumb enough to have THEM on my ass.” He studied Dib closely. “What have you done to him? You wouldn't just give him up so easily.”

It was then that Tzin and the others returned, escorting an old alien. Tzin leaned down and hauled Vermeil upwards, a glare on his features that only Vermeil and Dib could see. “Did you make a new friend, Comrade Vermeil?” he asked, his voice a mask of forced pleasantry. The Don turned to him, still dwarfing him by a couple of feet. “Thanks for watching our smeet for us.”

“I'm not a SMEET,” Vermeil cried indignantly, shushed quickly by Tenn's firm hand on his shoulder. Turning to the older alien, she purred, “He's still in training. You must forgive his impetuousness.”

Realizing that Vermeil had been defying his apparent superiors and eager to get their goat, the Don stated, “I wasn't watching him. I was about to make a business deal... and I won't take 'no' for an answer.” He gestured towards one of his guards, who handed him a small console. He typed on it and a card popped out. Handing it to Vermeil he stated, “Five million Irken monies. All yours.” He gestured to the second guard and it picked up the cage Dib was sitting in. “And I'll be taking this...”

“What?!” Tzin cried, gesturing towards Dib. “You can't do that! He's mine!”

“Not anymore. I paid for him fair and square,” the Don replied, turning to walk away. Dib spun to watch the Irkens as they left. Tzin attempted to pursue but was held back by Tenn and talked sternly to. He finally slumped, putting his mask back on and speaking to the old man.

Whatever that old man represented, Dib hoped that it would ensure he would never see another Irken again. His eyes met Vermeil's one last time... There was no emotion there whatsoever.

Before long, they were on another ship. Placed in a cargo hold full of other boxes, he watched as the guards spoke amongst themselves. Glancing back at Dib one last time, they left him alone in the room. Soon, the ship had launched. Dib was unsure what would happen next... But as he sat back against the bars of the cage and listened to the air passing by outside, he tried to sort out his thoughts. Everything was murky. Was this even real? Perhaps it was all a drug-induced fantasy...

Slipping in and out of consciousness, Dib fought to hold onto any degree of hope he could.

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Review Replies!
Wow, not many this time around. That last chapter did kinda suck, didn't it? I apologize. I had trouble with it. Hopefully this one makes up for it. Unless you don't like Dib*torture, in which case... TT3TT Neither do I I'm sorry OMG.

Lonehowler: Hehe, yeah, my updates are way behind. I need a gallery script or something to help me with all the art. Updating the site is such a pain! But I'm working on it... *whine*

wolfboy: Hopefully more and more things will fall into place as the story progresses! That's what I was hoping would happen... And people wouldn't just plain get confused XD
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