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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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The next day, Liara's wound was healed enough to be returned back to her cell. There was still a light blue line running up her torso where Hawkins's omniblade had cut into her flesh, but it wasn't Liara's first scar. "And probably not your last," she thought to herself bitterly, as she returned to find Shepard and Miranda in their usual spots.

Shepard was quick to stand and embrace her, and for once Liara was able to find comfort in the arms of her lover, for the first time in days. The despair she had fallen into over the past month had been lifted somewhat, by the hopeful thought of what the loss of power had meant.

Even with the revelation of Hawkins as a traitor, she was sure that the Cerberus operative was not the one who had triggered the power fluctuation. It was Solvitis. It had to have been. Now all they had to do was wait until their rescue arrived.

Still, as the day went on, Liara began to worry about what was to come. On the way to the mess hall for the day's meal, Liara saw several of the guards patrolling the hallways, weapons at the ready and on alert for any sign of trouble. Grell, their chosen mess hall guard for the day, simply dropped off their food and waited against the wall until they were finished. Each of the captives stole glances at their guard, waiting for him to make the first move on one of the women, but he simply stood and glanced back and forth between the two tables, saying nothing. He wore a sour expression the whole time, and Liara wondered if he was still feeling the effects of his encounter with Delaana the previous day. The pain of melding with an Ardat-Yakshi, even one that was low on the spectrum, was said to be excruciating. Liara couldn't help but feel a little satisfaction in knowing that some of the men who had been torturing her friends had gotten some of that pain in return. She only wished that Bowers had gotten his turn, as well.

After their meal, Liara received no summons to Delaana's office on the way back to the cell. She and the rest of the prisoners spent the rest of the night without incident, with no late night summons to pleasure their captor. And for once, Liara was able to sleep without being tormented by nightmares of the day's ghastly events.

When the same sequence of events repeated the next day, Liara realized that the Shadow Broker and Delaana were taking no chances. No doubt they believed the same as Liara, that the message that had been sent out during the power fluctuation was a summons to some other party. And that those people might be on their way to the Shadow Broker's ship at that very moment.

Liara had no idea how many comrades Solvitis had summoned, and what sort of armaments they had at their disposal. But she felt confident that they'd have better luck against the Broker and his men than she and Shepard had had. After all, the three of them had fought through dozens of mercs to finally face off against the Broker, while Solvitis and his team would only have a handful of opponents to contend with.

Solvitis and his team would win. Liara didn't want to think about what would happen if they didn't, and their last hope of escape was taken out of her grasp. She had to believe it would work.

Several more days passed, with no sign of the mercs returning to their abuse of Shepard and Miranda, and no summons to Delaana's office. Delaana... Liara thought back to that day in the medbay as she sat with Shepard in their cell, at the end of their fourth day without incident.

It was hard to reconcile the image of the cruel, callous merc leader from her month of captivity, to the woman she had seen in that moment of weakness. Thinking about Delaana made Liara picture in her mind what would happen when Solvitis's team arrived. No doubt Delaana would go out fighting; Liara didn't see the fierce merc surrendering herself to anyone. Liara found herself feeling somewhat melancholy at the thought, and had to remind herself that this woman had shown no remorse over the torture and rape being carried out by her men.
"Just because the woman has spared you from the abuse doesn't make her a good person," Liara thought to herself. "Whatever happens, Delaana deserves what comes to her."

It sounded good, but why did Liara still feel those pangs of sorrow at the thought of Delaana's death? It reminded her of a human concept she had heard of during her university days: Stockholm syndrome, they called it. Where the captive comes to sympathize and even defend their captors.

Was that what had happened to her? All those long talks, that time spent with her... had Liara somehow come to see this vicious criminal as her friend?

Liara turned to look at Shepard, leaning against the wall and staring straight forward with that emotionless, dead-eyed stare. Staring at this woman, this remarkable human who she loved more than life itself, she felt her doubts melt away. "If it meant she'd be freed from this, I'd watch Delaana die a thousand times," Liara thought to herself. "Goddess, I'd kill her myself, whatever it would take to ensure Shepard makes it out of this."

But she couldn't help but dwell on it. The image popped into her mind of that scared young asari, shivering in the dark of a cargo hold. A girl forced to leave home against her will, alone and terrified. She thought of all the talks they had shared, and those sparks of intelligence Delaana had shown beneath all the tough façade. What would her life have been like, if she hadn't been unfortunate enough to be born an Ardat-Yakshi? What would...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door to their cell sliding open. Even with the lights dimmed in the room for them to sleep, she could make out the distinctive outline of Bowers's punk haircut in silhouette.

She tensed, fearing that their respite from the abuse was over, and that Shepard and Miranda were about to be returned to their horrid routine. Nervously, she waited for Bowers to step into the room, and for him to reach down to his belt.

But he just stood there. She couldn't see the expression on his face in the dark, couldn't figure out what exactly he was doing. Was he just checking on them? No, there was a vidscreen outside the cell door for him to do that. What was...

Bowers moved forward, and at first Liara thought he had tripped on his way into the cell. But when he limply collapsed onto the cell floor, she finally saw his face: cold and expressionless.

Which probably had something to do with the knife hilt protruding from his back.

"Get up," she heard someone whisper. Another silhouette was at the door. This one distinctly turian.

"Get up," Solvitis said again. "They're here. It's time to go."

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They dashed through the hallways of the ship, Solvitis aiming an assault rifle down every corridor before giving his naked and frightened charges the signal to move.

"Where are the rest of the guards?" Liara asked the turian, her bare, unfettered breasts bouncing uncomfortably as she ran. Goddess, she couldn't wait to get out of here and finally put some clothes on.

"Asleep," Solvitis explained, not looking at Liara as he scanned the hallway ahead of them. "Bowers and I were on late shift guard duty. Lucky timing my team arrived when they did. Would have had to sneak out and kill two guards, otherwise."

Liara nearly tripped over one of the cables spilling across the floor. "So your team is here right now?" she asked as she recovered her footing.

"Within minutes," Solvitis said. "We should reach the shuttle bay just a little bit before they dock."

Solvitis gestured them to duck behind a low wall, and then triggered a nearby doorway. As Liara stood up, she stared up at a nearby wall fixture and frowned. "Why are there no alarms?"

"What's that?" Solvitis glanced over his shoulder for a moment, before continuing to lead them toward the shuttle bay.

"The Shadow Broker has cameras all over this ship," Liara said. "He has to know what's going on. Why are there no alarms?"

He gave her a funny look. "Beats me. Guess even a yugh... or whatever you said he was, guess even they have to sleep sometimes." His mandibles flared as he added. "What, would you rather there were alarms? Turn this into a real gunfight, get you or your human friends shot?"

"No, of course not," Liara said, following behind the turian and trying her best to ignore the doubts she was starting to feel.

"And he just loved to take hostages. Especially asari. Witness records say he would sweet-talk them, play the part of the misunderstood criminal with a heart of gold. And then, once they trusted him completely, that's when he would tie them down, rape them until he'd had his fill, and then start cutting off pieces of their flesh."

Delaana's words played back in her mind, bringing a frown to her face. "It's his cover identity," she thought to herself. "All just a way to get himself in with the Shadow Broker."

But something just didn't seem right about all this. Was this really a rescue after all?

"How do you know they're here?" Liara asked Solvitis, as he opened the door to the shuttle bay and ushered them all inside.

"What's with all the questions?" Solvitis said, scanning the room with his assault rifle. "My rescue attempt not meeting with your approval?"

Liara padded into the shuttle bay, the cold chill across her skin feeling like the dark and empty space outside the nearby window was oozing its way into the ship.

"I... just want to make sure they're going to be here," Liara covered, keeping her eyes locked on Solvitis as Shepard and Miranda entered the room behind them. "We only get one shot at this, after all."

"It's fine, it's fine," Solvitis quickly, completing his survey of the shuttle bay and turning to face her. "One of my team made an... an anonymous extranet post. Coded, letting me know the exact day and time they were going to arrive."

Liara gave him a suspicious look. "And the Shadow Broker wouldn't notice you reading that posting? Wouldn't be able to decode what you were up to?"

"Come on, what's with the third degree, here?" Solvitis asked, glancing over at the window out into space. "It was a posting on a damn porn site, okay? Shadow Broker saw me browsing something like that, he'd probably just thinking I was jerking it to hanar porn. Okay? Satisfied?"

She gave him a curt nod. "You'll forgive me for being suspicious. After all, it was several weeks ago that you said you'd be setting off that energy fluctuation that very night. I just worry that maybe the rest of your plan may run into similar snags."
"Listen, I'm doing this out of the goodness of my own damn heart here, alright?" Solvitis snapped at her. "You want to know what took so long? Delaana was up my ass ever since our little bathroom visit. Watching me like a damn hawk, all because I took the risk of letting you know about my plan to take the Shadow Broker down. It was only a few days ago she finally let up enough that I was able to trigger the power fluctuation. All because I wanted to help you." Turning away from Liara, he gestured back toward the hangar bay door. "But if you don't trust me, the door is right..."

She moved in a flash, almost scaring herself with how quickly she was able to move, even after a month of being mostly sedentary. Her hand found the grip of the pistol hanging at Solvitis's side, and before he could even turn back to her, the barrel of it was pressed against the turian's temple.

"Drop the rifle," Liara snapped at him. "Make a move to do anything else and I shoot."

"Liara, what are you doing?" Shepard said, a note of surprise momentarily bursting through her dull, lethargic tone of recent days.

"There is no shuttle, is there?" Liara said to Solvitis. "This is all your plan to get us alone. Have your fun with us." She spat the words out bitterly, almost as angry at herself as she was at the turian in front of her.

Solvitis dropped his annoyed tone almost immediately. "Calm down, Dr. T'Soni," he said. "I'm putting the rifle down." Crouching slowly, he laid the assault rifle down on the cool steel of the hangar deck. "I know you've been through a lot..."

"Just stop it," Liara snapped at him. "Goddess, how could I have been so stupid? This has all been part of the Shadow Broker's plan, hasn't it? A friendly face in a den of rapists, a bright spot of hope to give me just before snatching it away. He put you up to this, didn't he?"

"Dr. T'Soni, you need to relax," Solvitis said. "I'm going to turn to look you in the eye, okay?" He slowly pivoted, and Liara backed away to prevent him from snatching the pistol out of her hand. "I'm telling you the truth: I'm here to save you. My men will be arriving in a shuttle in the next few minutes."

Liara wavered just a moment. Something about the look in his eyes was so sincere. But could she trust her own instincts at this point? Was he truly their rescuer, or was she just so desperate to believe that he had been able to con her all this time?

"What was her name?" Liara asked.

"Whose name?" Solvitis asked. "I don't know who..."

"You know who I'm talking about! The most important woman in your life. The woman they killed, the woman who you swore to avenge with the Shadow Broker's blood!" Liara said sharply. "You told me you've spent years working up a cover, turning yourself into the scum of the galaxy to get close to the Shadow Broker and avenge her. If you truly loved her like that, loved her enough to go to all this effort... she would be your first thought when you woke. The last when you fell asleep. And when somebody points a gun to your head and asks 'what was her name,' it would be the first thing you said!"

"Dr. T'Soni," Solvitis calmly said her name, holding up his taloned hands in a placating gesture. His eyes locked on something over her shoulder, and his mandibles twitched in the turian version of a smile. "They're here. The shuttle is here. Look."

Liara let out a mocking laugh. "You really think I'm that foolish?"

"Just go and look." Solvitis said.

Liara glanced over to her fellow prisoners. "Shepard, pick up the rifle," she instructed. "Shoot him if he makes a move."

Shepard moved maddeningly slowly as she walked over to the weapon and cautiously lifted it off the floor. Turning towards the window, Liara stared out into space, expecting to see nothing but the empty blackness staring back at her.

There was a shuttle.

It was a larger transport, a UT-85 Kermode or similar make. Large enough to carry 10-20 crew comfortably. Liara blinked as she watched it, half expecting it to vanish when her eyes reopened.

But it was real.
"I'm sorry," Solvitis's voice rang out from inches behind her. "You had every right to be suspicious. I can't imagine what it must have been like, to make it through all this with your sanity intact. But it's over now. Once my men dock, they'll take care of the rest of the Broker's lackeys, and we'll get you and your friends out of here."

The vision of the shuttle in front of her started to swim, and Liara reached up to wipe at the tears that had started streaming out of her eyes. "I... I..."

"Hold on to the pistol, if you want," Solvitis said reassuringly. "Never know what might happen." Liara turned to see him with the assault rifle back in his hands. "I'll keep an eye on the door for any trouble. You and the ladies go meet my team. They're great guys." Giving a quick glance down, he added. "Just don't feel too offended if they stare a bit."

"Solvitis, I..." Liara felt her stomach knot. This man had gone through so much, risked everything to get them out of here. And she had treated him horribly. She opened her mouth to attempt to form some sort of apology.

Shaking his head, Solvitis laid a hand on her shoulder. "Go wait at the docking hatch," he softly assured her. "It's almost over."

She moved to stand in front of the hatch, watching the door in anticipation. She could hardly believe it. As red lights began to flash and a klaxon began to sound, signifying a ship attaching itself to a docking arm, Liara took a deep breath.

The air tasted like hope. Like freedom.

She gasped as the doors to the docking arm opened, and the first of Solvitis's team stepped through and...

"GRAAAAAAAH!"

Liara shrieked, falling back a step and tripping over a crack in the floor. The cold metal of the deck struck her on the backside as she fell to the floor.

Stepping out of the doors was a vorcha, snarling and brandishing his claws. He was followed by several more of his kind, six in all. Every one of them drooling and gnashing their terrifying teeth.

And each of them with their hideous, veiny cocks already out of their pants, stiff and dripping with viscous fluids.

"Aw, what's the matter, baby?" said the voice of Solvitis behind her. She turned to see him staring down at her and coldly laughing. "Expecting your rescuers to be a little more attractive, I guess?"

"Isn't that just like those stuck-up asari bitches?" said a voice from the door back to the ship. "Nobody's ever pretty enough for them."

Liara turned to see Bowers, moving to stand next to Solvitis and sneer down at Liara. Reaching behind his back, he gave a quick yank, and pulled back his hand to reveal the hilt of a knife, with no blade attached. Disdainfully, he tossed it on the floor next to Liara, the sound of the fake weapon clattering loudly across the shuttle bay.

Walking over to Shepard and Miranda, Solvitis pushed them into the crowd of slobbering, horny vorcha. "Come on, ladies," he mockingly commanded the women. "Your knights in shining armor are waiting for their fair maidens."
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