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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Shepard knew it was all an act. Knew that she and Liara still loved each other with all their hearts, and that the roles they were being forced to play had no basis in reality. But that didn't mean it didn't still hurt all the same.

She and Liara were being watched at all times, both of them knew. So even when they were sure that their captors were off on another one of their abduction missions, they had to force themselves to play the parts of a fighting couple. Sit separately from each other, even though all Shepard wanted to do was run to Liara and hold her, find some solace in this horrific situation.

But Shepard forced herself to remain seated on the couch, leaning forward onto her knees and staring down at the floor. Liara lay on her back on the bed, looking up through the skylight in the ceiling, no doubt fighting the same urges to join her lover.

When this is over, Liara, Shepard thought to herself, forcing herself not to stare at the woman she was supposed to be growing to hate, I'm never going to let go of you again. We're going to go to that house I had set aside for us, and I don't care if another army of Reapers comes out of dark space. The rest of them can deal with it. We're going to stay in that house, and never leave it again.

Assuming that the house, and the planet it resided on, still remained once this was finished. When Brooks and the clone weren't busy showing Shepard and Liara videos of their friends being raped and toyed with, they liked to leave on the Westerlund News Network, so Shepard could see all the havoc being wrought in the wake of "her" betrayal of the Alliance and the Council. Shepard had vainly hoped that things would calm down, now that it had been some time since her doppelganger had released another angry, xenophobic rant under her name. But things seemed just as tense as before, as word had gotten out that the Alliance had began talks with the Council to bring alien soldiers down to Earth to keep the peace. Needless to say, this hadn't gone over well with the "Humanity First" crowd, as the numerous videos of protests and riots showed.

Shepard had thought she was used to the idea of herself as a legend. As someone that humanity looked to for guidance and strength. But to see how much havoc had been caused just by "her" words, it hammered home just how much people had come to see her as something more than a soldier. All these riots, this anger, she thought to herself. And I could bring it all to a stop with just a few words.

It terrified her. Almost as much as the thought of what might happen if she didn't survive to deliver those words, and all this anger and hatred continued unabated.

Her dire thoughts were shattered by the loud buzz of the door chime. When this was all over, she was going to find that damn thing and smash it. But for now, she rose to her feet, Liara doing the same, as the two of them stood against the aquarium and awaited their captors.

But when the door opened, only one person stepped through for once. The clone wore a sour expression, unstrapping and tossing her battle armor aside with a grimace on her face. Shepard and Liara exchanged a quick glance, careful not to linger too long, but both of them silently acknowledging to each other what was obvious.

Something went wrong, Shepard thought to herself.

The clone, stripping herself down to a dark tanktop and wrinkled slacks, focused her searing expression on Shepard. "God, you're so fucking pathetic," she snapped, clenching her fists as she moved to stand close to her mirror image. "You don't know how much it disgusts me, the fact that I even bear a slight resemblance to you." Letting out a loud hock, the clone spit into Shepard's face. "Sometimes I wish I could tear your fucking eyes out of their sockets and shove them down your goddamn throat!" she cried out in Shepard's face, before spitting again. "And those idiots who followed you, who are still trying to rescue you... how could they show such loyalty to such a... a... weakling?"

Shepard, feeling her clone's saliva running down her face, said nothing. But as much as she tried to hide it, the clone must have seen Shepard flinch at the news that some of her former crew were trying to find her. A sneer came to her face. "Oh, what's that? You're getting all hopeful that somebody's coming to save you? Well, forget it! Because they're all dead! Jacob, Garrus, Tali... we killed them all. Cut their heads off and mounted them for everyone to see what happens to the pathetic Cult of Shepard." She gave Shepard a vicious grin. "What do you think about that, huh? Gonna cry about it? Shed a few tears over the bodies of those aliens and alien-lovers?"

Liara was right, Shepard thought to herself, while she forced herself to look crestfallen at the news. She's just a little girl on the playground, taunting like a child. She didn't believe for a second that her friends were dead; the clone wouldn't be this pissed off if that were the case. Shepard wasn't sure what had happened on their latest mission, but it looked like Cerberus had gotten its nose bloodied, at the very least.

She managed to convince the clone of her faked emotion this time, and her vicious twin's grin widened as she saw Shepard's feigned despair. "It's a pity, too," the clone said, as she turned her attention to Liara. "After all, if they'd only gotten the chance to get to know me like Liara here, they could have realized who the superior specimen really was. Hell, if they had any smarts at all, they might have changed sides right then and there." She arched an eyebrow. "But then again, if they'd had any smarts, they never would have followed this phony in the first place. Would they have, Liara?"

"N... no, Shepard," Liara said, doing her best to look shocked at the news as well. "They were foolish to ever think they could contend with you, Shepard."

"Oooh, that's good," the clone said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply through her nose. "I love it when you say my name." She snapped her gaze to Shepard. "You! In the position, arms up."

Scary, how quickly she had fallen into habits in a short period of time. "The position," Shepard knew, was directly under the wrist chains dangling over one of the rafters just near the bed. As she stood on the small stool positioned under the restraints and raised her arms up, the clone fastened her into place before kicking the stool away. Shepard hissed as she dropped down, her feet dangling inches from the floor as her arms were wrenched upward. Once Shepard was taken care of, the clone looked back to Liara, still standing against the aquarium. "Tell me again," the clone said, "Who is the real Shepard?"

"You are, Shepard," Liara obediently said.

"And who is the faker?" the clone asked.

"She is," Liara said, pointing in Shepard's direction.

The clone let out a doubtful sound. "Well, words are one thing. I'm sure if any of those losers we killed down on Ontarom were here long enough, they'd be saying the same thing after enough... encouragement. But let's see if you can turn your words... into deeds."

The clone stepped over to the side of the bed, her wide green eyes focused on Shepard as she rooted her hands around in the duffel bag lying on the floor. Her and Brooks's little bag of toys. She and Liara hadn't dared to glance inside while the clone and Brooks were away, both for fear of the punishment that would come as a result, and not really wanting to know what form that punishment would take by seeing the contents of the bag.

Pulling out the item she had been searching for, the clone gleefully held it up for Shepard's inspection. Dangling from a leather handle was a large grouping of leather strips.

The clone waved the flogger tauntingly in Shepard's face as she said, "Liara! Your beloved Commander Shepard has an order for you. This woman claiming to be me... she must be punished!"
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