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

He nodded and one of his guards grabbed her by the arm and drug her off to the command center. "I'll break you down, vaulter." He hissed, with a sinister grin.
 
She looked back when she heard "vaulter", blushing at his grin before looking away as she stumbled behind the guard. "You're hurting me..." She said.
 
Life drug on at that point. She would be left almost isolated in her work space, the only contact she had was when Feng himself would bring her food.
 
She was so miserable, not even her favorite pass time of tinkering brought her comfort. She had to try and get out of here. She waited until it was the dead of night, her Pipboy telling her it was close to one in the morning, before she carefully got out of her cot and snuck out of her little tiny room in the command center. She made it outside and looked around, hoping no one was patrolling before she tried to run into the wildeeness.
 
She thought she heard something following her. But any time she looked back, there was nothing. Suddenly, from behind her, a pair of rough hands grabbed her and forced an inhaler to her mouth. They covered her nose and waited for her to inhale through her mouth before forcing the strange mixture of Jet into her lungs. "Thought you could play me for the fool, little vaulter?" The voice echoed in her head.
 
She choked and struggled hard before the Jet made everything around her slower. She slumped against who she could only assume was Feng, eyes half lidded and heavy.
 
"First hit's always a doozy." He said with a vicious grin. "Why you gotta go and hurt me like that, little vaulter? I give you everything you need. Protection, a job, food, and trust." She now noticed a pistol being pressed into her side. "And you go and break my heart like this. I could splatter your brains all over the grass. But I'd be losing something of great value."
 
She didn't realize she had moaned at the pressure of the gun until a couple seconds after it left her lips. "Jus...Just wanted...fresh air..." If she were sober, she would have been impressed she could still lie.
 
He laughed out loud, pressing the gun more firmly into her side. "You think I'm stupid?" His grip tightened on her.
 
She moaned again and shook her head, "N...No..." Everything felt awful and wonderful all at the same time.
 
"Oh no no no..~ I wouldn't shoot you~" he let out in a low purr. He hated to admit it but he was hard as a rock right now.
 
He was having a blast. But not yet. She'd need to be more broken. He continued to care for her, now lacing her food slightly to try and keep her docile.
 
She seemed to notice right away, ignoring her food all together. The withdrawls were God awful but she didn't want to be drugged up all the time.
 
Eventually, she had to eat something. So, he decided to stop. He wasn't going to have fun with her starved. But he continued to isolate her, being the only one to come into contact with her
 
She was working on his power armor when he came to her again, her eyes sunken and her hands shaking a bit. She hadn't tried to run away recently. Maybe she learned pretty quick.
"I fixed the issue you were having with your fusion core. There was a fraying wire in the frame, it shouldn't swallow so much energy now..."
 
It sounded genuine, but she knew by now it wasn't. "Of course.." She muttered, "It's all I'm good for, anyhow.."
 
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