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Life Could Be A Dream, Sweetheart (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She blushed even more and tried to sit up, only to get dizzy and fall back, "M...May I...stay here un...until the Jet wears...off...?"
 
Things were starting to get a bit easier for Feng. Iris was starting to mold into the perfect little plaything; she brought more sciences to help around the island as well as becoming more willing to share chems and a bed when he felt lonely. It was rather rewarding to his ego, if nothing else.
There was one day, while out on shore fishing for Biters to restock the food stores with some of the men, that Iris approached him carefully.
"Um...Captain...?" She called nervously, "I was just wondering...uh..." She became flighty and anxious, "well, I've used all the tech on base...I need more scrap...could...c-could I...venture...out...? A-And go...find more...?"
 
"That's just it...I'm not sure where to start...but I was thinking more inland...? Maybe that abandoned town on the map...?" She offered. She seemed really scared to even be asking, but she had been running through the electronics at the base.
 
She looked down, "I see..." She muttered, "Then I'm not sure what to do, Captain...I don't want to pull you away from any important work.."
 
He nodded. “Grab some supplies, we’ll go scouting and we’ll have someone pick us up in a couple days.”
 
She smiled and nodded before hurrying back to base.
"Y'sure it ain't some kinda trap, Captain?" One of the men asked.
 
“It’ll be the two of us. She better have something damn good planned if she thinks she can take me.” He said with a wicked grin.
 
They all cackled, knowing he was right. He was twice her size and weight and could snap her in half easily if she tried anything.
And funnily enough, having him alone to kill him and flee wasn't the first thing she thought of. It didn't occur to her until she was alone in her room. She frowned, feeling anxious. Would she even be able to kill him? He was so nice to her recently...
 
He knew exactly what he was going to do. He had plenty of supplies, and he made sure to pack some “extra” provisions. Mainly Jet and some old world spirits he’d found. He would throw her off, be nice, put on the charm just like he had when they’d met.
 
When he returned to base, she was ready with a scav bag she had managed to find lying around. She looked up when she heard him approach and offered a smile as she stood.
"Thank you again for helping me like this, Captain.."
 
“Of course, Vaulter.” He said with a smile. Something was different, his hair was neatly combed back, and he smelled.. good. Very good.
 
Did he dress up a bit for a scav run? For her? She blushed darkly and looked down timidly, "Whenever you're ready.."
 
Again, the idea of overpowering him and ending her slavery crossed her mind, but a heavy sadness and regret quickly followed it. She nodded and muttered an apology before heading out in front of him, so he wouldn't think she'd try to hurt him walking behind him.
 
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