Kyren's head slumped forward, her neck gone weak with exhaustion. The rough claws dragging her allowed enough slack that the woman's knees and lower legs to knock continually against the rocky ground, digging  bloody rivets in her skin as they passed over a particularly sharp patch of stones.
To her dim surprise moments later, they stopped. The ground before her ceased to blur, and in her poorly functioning mind it was all the Myren could do to note the distinctly reddish coloration of the dirt before the claws released her and she crashed to the floor in an ungraceful heap.
"Ambassador," Came a hissing voice,  mocking in its sincerity, "It's wonderful to see you in one piece."
"I think I left a few of them back there, actually." Kyren muttered, as she pulled herself painfully into a sitting position. It became evident now just what sort of treatment the Teag had bestowed on their most prestigious guest.
What one could see of her normally violet skin was black, and bruised, cut in places and left to congeal with bits of stone fragments still burried in the wounds. Her nose had most obviously been broken, and a it appeared on of the prision wardens had taken a lash to the right side of her face. Dark red, almost black blood dripped from her lips, a chunk of her tongue had been torn off a few hours ago, and the bite was still healing. Her normally immaculate hooves found themselves chipped and broken, her ankles had been smashed to prevent the woman from running away; they had long sense swollen black.
Rasing a shaking hand to brush matted and greasy hair from her eyes, she asked, her voice slow and careful for the sake of her injured tongue. "Why do you bring me here, Tean'ne? Every day for months you have mocked me in my cell, why here, now? What is different today than it was when you first threw me into that wretched cesspool seventy six days ago?"
"That, my lovley woman," the distinctly insectoid alien sneered, "Is for you to decide." Without waiting for a response, he heaved himself from the stool, all eight legs straining to hold the elder's immense girth. "Have I managed to convince you of the beauty yet? The sameness of my people in all they patterened glory? You've experienced the wonder of flawless teamwork, you've seen the efficiency of a single mind. Do you see /now/ what I meant all the time ago? This is the world everyone needs!"
She turned her head to he side and spat, blood mixed with saliva landing at the base of the leader's claws. "I've been tourtured and beaten, nothing more."
The spines on his back rose in fury, his entire form gone tense. "It seems you will never know us," Tean'ne snarled, "Your petty, induvidual platform of a mind could never understand the greatness of our world. Our communal thought process does not allow for such useless concepts as induviduality. Alone, we are weak, inconsequential, without purpose. Together, we are the great oblivion, the last stand, the final purpose. Together, we are, as the humans might call it, Omega."
"You're a joke," Kyren grunted, staring emotionlessly up at the madman.
But Tean'ne was gone now, wrapped in the ectasy that was his insanity,"...we gain the ‘individual’ talents and experiences of each and every singularity that integrates themselves into our culture. We speak every tongue, we have made footprints in every world, we possess greater knowledge as a whole than you could achieve in a hundred lifetimes. Our influence reaches to every corner of this forsaken galaxy. How can you not /see/ Kyren? How is it that you refuse?"