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

She frowned softly. This wasn't really the role she wanted. To be stuck as some slave for a sociopath. Her hand dropped to her side, where she had hidden a crudely made knife; it was really just a piece of rotted wood and sharp rusted metal. Her heart pounded and she tried to keep her expression the same, her body wanting to shiver in terror and anxiety. Was she really going to stab him? What about his men? They would shoot her on sight if she stepped foot outside. Her eyes lowered gently. Death would be so much more merciful.
 
He was open, his guard down as he inspected the work on his armor. Surely he wouldn't have time to react.
 
She slowly gripped the hilt of the blade before jumping up and swinging it hard to catch him under his ribcage.
 
He grabbed her hard and threw her against the power armor frame, knocking the knife from her grasp. "Oh no, no, no, no. You won't be trying anything like that with me." He said. "You eat my food. Use my power, use my water, and then you try THIS?!" He roared in anger and grabbed her by the throat.
 
She choked, the knife clattering to the ground some feet away, the air nearly knocked out of her lungs, "J...Just a...s-slave..." She gasped out, "T-Tried to...drug me..."
 
"You are so much more than just a slave, Iris. You are the key to something incredible. But I need to trust you." He let go of her throat and snarled. "I can't believe you."
 
She stood quietly, shame burning in her chest for some reason. "I'm sorry..." She muttered, "I guess it's just from lack of eating...I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that, Feng.."
 
"No, you shouldn't have." He said. "Your food will be on time again, but maybe I'll have somebody else bring it."
 
"Oh? So then you thought that it would be best to lash out. No, to try and STAB the one man on this island who doesn't look at you like a slab of meat?" He huffed. "I don't think you deserve having me bring you a meal personally, Iris."
 
She lowered her gaze, "I...I'll be good...I'm sorry, I really am...please..." Don't leave me alone with any of them.
 
"You still insult me by using my first name like you know me.." he said. He was hiding a sinister grin, she was too easy.
 
She didn't want to call him by some silly fake ranking, but if it got him to stay, then...
"P-Please...captain...I don't want to be alone with any of the men...they might touch me..."
 
He couldn't help the grin that split his face. "Aw, alright.. atta girl.." he said, masking his extreme pleasure. "Apology accepted, Iris.. I'll bring you your meal.. but, no more knives, alright? Might have to leave a mark next time.." he said as he left.
 
She sat down, fighting tears as she went back to working on his armor, seeing if there was anything else that needed tuning. How was she going to get out of here?
 
The only thing that went through her head, was trust. Maybe that was it. He needed her for something.
 
She spent days doing what she could to make him think she was being compliant; calling him captain, thanking him when he brought her her food, greeting him when he came to see her. But she felt like there had to be something else. A final nail, as it were.
 
She finally had an idea, and it made her skin crawl, but it would most likely work. She would just have to wait for him to come in to inspect her usual maintenance, then she would strike.
 
He made a noise, walking the halls around the command center. He was bored, but he didn't want to appear that way. May as well go check on the slave, right? So, he made his way down into the command center, before entering.
 
She jumped a bit when he came in, not expecting him, "Good, uh.." She glanced at her Pipboy briefly, "good evening, captain.."
 
He smiled. "Good evening, Iris.. how goes the repairs on the rangefinders? The threat of our guns keeps the invaders at bay, but if we have to use them, I want them to be useful, not just a pretty show for the enemy."
 
She glanced at the pre-war RobCo terminal in front of her and hummed, "Finishing a diagnostic right now...they should be back up by morning, granted no other snags appear in the next half hour.."
 
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