Maliki (pronounced: Mal-le-kai.

Looking out the window, I see a garden below. In the two story house, the room Malak stays in is in the middle of the house but well protected.

The balcony that's outside is enclosed by bullet proof glass dome. I'm still in the gown and the cuffs around my wrists restrict my arms movements.

The door opens to revile Maliki. He looks at me, looking me up and down. "Why haven't you washed." He asks, coming in. Maliki comes over, I hunch over, arms up to defend myself but all he does is lead me to the bathroom.

Malak turns the tap on, feeling the water and places the plug. Coming back, Maliki takes the gown off. He knees, picking the lock on the belt.

He pulls it off and the insert. I take a breath and move to the toilet. Using it for the first time in a while, Maliki rubs my back. Finishing, flushing, Maliki picks the lock on the cuffs and leads me to the tub.

Turning the water off, he gently coaxes me in. Sitting in the hot water, I draw my legs up, chin resting on my knees.

Movement behind me has me looking at Maliki. He grabs my shoulders, gently pulling me back and laying down. Wetting my hair, Maliki subs it and washes my hair. He does that three times before my true color is seen, a beautiful sliver with red tips.

When done, I sit up and he washes my back, pulling the dried, puss encrusted bandages. "Who ever cleaned these did a horrible job. Your back is infected." Maliki says.

He gently washes my back, me grunting in pain. Maliki finishes and pulls the plug. We climb out and Maliki leads me back into the room. Two sets of clothes are on the bed, one a women's clothing.

Maliki shakes his head, pulling out some clothes and I pull them on. Only now do I realize my range of motion and I stretch my arms up and as far as they can go.

Maliki pulls out a small box and he motions to a stool. Sitting on it, Maliki begins messing with my hair and I realize he's cutting it. Finishing, he wraps my arms in bandages. Standing, I turn to look at Maliki.

Maliki steps close, pinning me to the bed. Pulling out a pocketknife, flipping the blade, I go stiff with fear.

"Shhh, I'm not gonna hurt you." He brings the blade to my mouth, cutting and pulling the stitches out. Than, forcing the blade between my lips, he cuts them apart and I open my mouth wide.

"Now than, what's your name." He asks. I get fearful that this is a test to see if I'll disobey. But looking into his eyes, I find nothing but empathy.

Taking a breath, I open my mouth. "Ka...kai..Kai Smith." My voice is horse. Maliki nods, getting off. Going to the door, he looks back at me. Joining his side, Maliki leads down the halls to the dining room.

Maliki goes to the head of the table, another chair beside his and he pulls it out. Sitting down, Maliki joins me while others file in. Leaning my head on Maliki, I watch them walk in.

"Where's the cutie from before, boss." One of the men says. "This is the cutie. The ninja gave me someone who has been beaten and torcher. But, their loss is my gain." Maliki says

Maliki than picks up a platter, putting chicken on each of the plates in front of us. He soon fills each plate with food, the others doing the same.

Grabbing silverware, Maliki begins eating but I don't touch my plate. Maliki looks, picks up a piece of chicken and holds it out. Hesitantly, I take a bite and hum at the taste.

Having eaten old stale rotten food for the last three years, this is the first real food I've had. Picking up a fork, I slowly eat and savor the taste. "So, does cutie have a name." The same guy asks.

Swallowing the food, I look at hem. "I'm Kai Smith." I say. "I'm Marcus. Alex, George, Marco, Levi, Zack and Xavier." Marcus says, the mem nodding as their names are called.

"So, tell us about your self, Kai." Maliki says. I'm started by the question but answer none the less.

"I'm the oldest of Ray and Maya Smith. Older brother of the water ninja. Um....I'm a hermaphrodite, most are sterile but I'm one of a few that can carry. That's really all.....unless." I say.

"What did the ninja do to get ahold of you." Maliki says. I reach for the glass of water, drinking it. Settling it down, Maliki looks at me.

"I was always with them. But they kept me locked up or bound. Six months ago, Zane stitched my lips together. Than, a few days ago, I tried...." I cut off.

Maliki touches my wrist, I flinch at the touch. "I...I slit my wrists to end it but got caught and, while unconscious, Zane removed the top layer of skin from my lips, stitching them closed." I explain.

Maliki wraps an arm around me, I can't hold it anymore and just cry. I bury my head in his shoulder, Maliki pulls me into his lap and I just breakdown.

All the guys come over, placing hands on me, letting me know I'm not alone.

"Let it out. Your home, My Queen." Maliki says.