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A Slave... Or A Pet	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 94307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"There you are, pet," Delaana brightly greeted Liara, as she stepped once again into the head mercenary's office. "Goddess, has it been a month already? The time just seems to drift away before you know it."

Liara did not respond, her expression blank as she took her usual seat at the other side of the desk. The smile that Delaana wore at her arrival dampened a little, but she kept her casual tone as she spoke.

"So, what were we talking about last time?" Delaana asked, and then immediately answered her own question. "Ah, right, the ethics of the genophage. Have to admit, pet, you really made me rethink my own position a little. Should we continue with that topic?"

"No," Liara said, her voice quiet and low. Again, a crack in Delaana's cheery façade showed, but the asari mercenary quickly moved on.

"Okay, yeah, I think we pretty much talked that one out. So, how about some history, then? Tell you the truth, I'd love to hear some more about the Protheans. A few nights ago we were talking about Ilos, and those stasis pods the Protheans put themselves in to survive the Reaper war. Would love to hear you tell me more about that. Oh, wait!" Delaana reached into a drawer of her desk, retrieving a bottle and two glasses. "Almost forgot. I managed to get a bottle of salarian ale delivered. Tell you what, those bastards may not live long, but they can brew up some good shit in the decades before they croak." Pouring out a glass, Delaana pushed it toward Liara before starting to pour her own. "So, you want to tell me more about all those ancient bug-eyed weirdos?"

"No," Liara said again. She looked down at the glass in front of her, and back up at Delaana without touching it.

Delaana made a show of shrugging indifferently. "Hey, more for me, then," she said, leaning back in her seat and downing the glass in one swig. "Shit, pet, you don't know what you're missing out on," Delaana enthused over the alcohol. "So, not philosophy, not ancient history. How about some modern stuff? Would love to hear about some of the battles you fought in. I mean, hell, I've been in a few scrapes myself, but this shit you and Shepard pulled off? Un-fucking-believable! So, how about you tell me all about what happened before you set off that big bomb on Virmire, huh? Must have been one hell of a..."

"No."

Slamming her glass down on the desk, hard enough for it to crack, Delaana let out an impatient groan. "Fine, Miss Contrary. What is it that you want to talk about, huh? I'll yield the floor to you for once, if it'll make you happy. What's on your mind, huh?"

Liara didn't blink as she stared back at the annoyed mercenary. "I want to talk about what the Shadow Broker is going to do to us."

"Ugh, you're really trying my patience, pet," Delaana said, pressing thumb and forefinger to the sides of her nose. "We've been over this before. I know that maybe these conversations we've been having over the past few weeks might have given you a different idea, but you're still my prisoner. And even if I was feeling like sharing that information with you, I can't tell you things that I have no idea of myself."

"You're lying to me," Liara said, her voice steady and unafraid. "There are things you're not telling me."

Delaana slammed a fist down on the desk, nearly toppling over the bottle of alien ale. "And so what if I am, huh? What exactly are you going to do about it, huh?"

"Have you been watching what your men have been doing to Shepard and Miranda over the past few weeks?" Liara asked her.
The asari merc fidgeted. "Not really, no," she said. And even if Liara didn't already know that was a lie, the way Delaana's eyes drifted away, just for a second, would have told Liara just how full of it she was.

"Well, they've been escalating things a little," Liara said. "Now that Shepard and Miranda seem to be more cooperative, I think they're testing the limits of just how far they can go."

Delaana said nothing to this, but any geniality she had shown when Liara had first entered was gone.

"You know they brought the varren out again," Liara said. "Two of them this time. At least Roth blunted their claws this time, wanted to make sure you wouldn't go after him for scratching up the slaves. Of course, this was after a whole day of Shepard and Miranda being Roth's 'pets.' He made them walk on all fours, eat that green slop you feed them out of dishes on the floor. And of course, the day ended with the two bitches being introduced to their new mates."

Delaana scowled. "There a point to telling me about all this? I don't give a damn what they're doing to those human sluts. I..."

"But I do. And I want you to know all about it, so you can understand why I'm not talking to you anymore until you give me some answers," Liara raised her voice just a little, enough to make Delaana's eyes widen in surprise at her sudden forcefulness. "Because that was one of the less disgusting things they've made my friends do. Shall I tell you about the rest?"

"Not necessary," Delaana said, her previously friendly voice now low and dangerous. "I know enough of the details. And now it's my turn to talk." Delaana poured herself another drink. "See, I did say that you could say whatever you wanted in this office. That I wouldn't punish you or your friends, no matter what. But I did forget one caveat, in that I'm only going to allow you this privilege as long as it entertains me. And see, this here, what you're doing... is not entertaining me." Taking a long swallow, Delaana kept her stern gaze focused on Liara. "So, again, I can't tell you anything about the Broker's plans, and more importantly, I won't tell you anything about his plans. So you can either give up on your little rebellion right here and right now, or I send you back to your cell and let you rot for the rest of your time here. Am I making myself clear here, pet?"

"Very clear," Liara said. "Clear that you're bluffing."

"You fucking..." Delaana spluttered. "How the fuck am I bluffing, huh? You forgetting who holds all the power here, you pretty little shit? Me, I do! So how could I be bluffing when I call the shots?"

Liara watched Delaana rage, and just couldn't help herself. A smile started to form on her lips. "I won't lie to you, Delaana. You're smarter than I gave you credit for when I first met you. Not book-smart, of course, but crafty. But the one thing you are not, is subtle."

Delaana didn't respond, so Liara just plowed ahead.

"I first suspected it a few weeks ago, just before our appointment with Hawkins. And then it happened again just a few days later, and I knew."

"Knew what, exactly?"

Liara crossed her arms against her midsection, staring back at Delaana with a cocky expression. "It was when Yuri decided to give Miranda a little taste of his 'mixed cocktail,' as he called it. I'm sure you remember: all the men anally raped Shepard, and then Yuri made her hold all their loads inside her ass before releasing the whole sticky mess all across Miranda's face."

"Fucking Yuri," Delaana shook her head in disgust. "Guy needs to find himself a new fetish, already."

"But that's not the interesting part. No, that was when Yuri ordered Miranda to come over and give me a kiss. And just as she was about to press her dirty face to mine, was when you called all of the men to their quarters for snap inspections."

Delaana scowled, and tried her best to sound casual as she asked, "What's your point?"

"It took two more times after that, of you suddenly requesting their presence elsewhere just when I was about to get involved, before even the idiots you work with got the hint. Since then, they barely even look at me as they rape my friends. If I didn't know any better, it almost seems like you're... protecting me."
The laugh that Delaana barked out was so comically faked, it almost made Liara laugh right back. "Protecting you? Keep dreaming. Yeah, I'll admit, I've been calling the men away when they start getting close to you. But that's just because I can't trust those morons not to break my one rule and start putting their hands on you. Or like Solvitis, trying to make you think he's some kind of nice guy when he's a fucking monster." She shrugged. "That's all it is, pet. Nothing more."

Liara shook her head. "No, I don't think that's it. In fact, I'm willing to bet on it."

"Bet? And what exactly do you have to bet, huh? You got a gold watch up your ass that I don't know about?"

"What I'm betting is extremely precious to me. The only thing more precious in my life right now is Shepard. And what I'm betting... is these conversations." For the first time, Liara broke her eye contact with Delaana, looking down at the floor. "I'm not going to lie. The time I've spent in this office the last few weeks, talking to you... it's something I look forward to every day. It's the one chance I have to try and forget the terrible things I've seen here, and just pretend I'm having a normal conversation with another person."

Liara gave her seething captor a confident smile. "But that's the thing about a conversation, is that it requires two participants. And I don't think I'm the only one who enjoys this time together. Who considers these talks one of the most precious things to them. Isn't that right?"

Delaana scoffed. "Yeah, sure. You're mildly amusing, that's all. You keep on boring me like this, I'll send you back to your cell, no problem."

"You're full of shit," Liara said back, and kept going before Delaana could protest. "You think I haven't noticed? When I get going on a topic, I've seen the way you watch me. Those big wide eyes, so eager to absorb new knowledge. That big grin you get when you get a chance to demonstrate your knowledge of a topic to me. You've spent your whole life around the scum of the galaxy. I bet I'm the first person you've ever talked to who is able to carry on a discussion about anything other than killing and raping. And it would absolutely kill you to have to send me away, wouldn’t it?"

Delaana said nothing.

"So that's what I'm betting. I'm willing to sacrifice our time together, go back to sitting in my cell with nothing to look forward to except watching the people I care about being raped into submission, if putting that on the line gets me some answers. So now I pose the options back to you: either you tell me what you know about what the Broker's plans are for me and my friends, or I go back to my cell and you can try having intense discussions about history and philosophy with human filth like Bowers. Am I making myself clear here?"

For a moment, Liara was sure she had pushed it too far. Delaana's eyes were dangerously narrowed, and the clenched fist she rested on the top of her desk was shaking with anger.

"I... can't," Delaana finally exhaled. "You stupid... you know that I can't." She looked up over Liara's shoulder, at the camera pivoting back and forth on the ceiling. "Dammit, dammit, why did you have to pull this shit now? When there's so little time left..."

Liara leaned forward with a gasp. "What are you talking about? What's going to happen?"

"Nothing!" Delaana yelled. "Get out of here, right now! Go, before..."

"No, I'm not leaving!" Liara jumped to her feet, moving to block Delaana from fleeing from behind her desk. "Tell me, what's he going to do to us? Please!"

Liara felt a chill go through her as she saw the expression that Delaana now wore: fear. "Dammit, for your sake and mine, just shut up and leave! If he thinks I've told you..."

"You're afraid of him?" Liara filled her voice with disdain. "The asari maiden who killed a justicar all by herself?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking afraid of him," Delaana said. "I mean, he beat Shepard, the damn hero of the Citadel. He beat you, for fuck's sake, and you're... you're... you're damn right I'm afraid of him."
Liara put her hands on Delaana's shoulders, forgetting about the potential punishment for such a transgression in the heat of the moment. "Please, just tell me. If this goes on much longer, I'm going to be about as much fun to talk to as a slug! I need something, anything!"

Reaching up, Delaana placed a hand on Liara's on her shoulder. "He's... he's building a..."

And it was just then that all of the lights in Delaana's office flickered and died, leaving them in pitch black.
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