Hate And Heresy

The entire elevator ride upward was only a couple minutes or so. A fraction of a fraction of a lifetime, but it felt like a age passing to Moya. The embarrassment was intense. She wanted to crawl into a hole and forget the universe, but Meek wouldn't let her forget a thing.

"So, how can I help?" Meek asked, poking Moya in the waist.

"By dying," Moya answered, refusing to look at her master.

"Wow, touchy," Meek teased. "What was it you said earlier? Just an offer?"

"I'll have everything I need once I win our duel."

The elevator chimed at the twentieth floor and revealed a hallway of many doors. The air was eerily quiet. Moya usually waited for her master to lead the way, but Meek didn't move.

"Maybe we shouldn't take the job," she said suddenly.

"Do you really think we can find this same sort of payout?" Moya asked. "It must be a nice offer, if you were willing to work with a man you hate."

"It was a lot, yeah," Meek replied. "A comfortable amount. But now that we're so close, I don't want to do it."

Moya took a glance at the door they were suppose to enter for the meeting. Meek was never afraid of anything, and she had only spoke about Hennessey with disgust and anger. There was more to the story that Moya didn't know. Not willing to press the issue further, the masked woman closed the elevator doors with a press of the lobby button. Meek looked shaken.

"Let's just go home and get you into a nice drunken state so you can sleep away this stress," Moya suggested. "I'll make us some pizza. With your permission, of course."

As the floors passed them by, Meek tried to find her composure. Her breath had become heavy and she clenched her fists. Moya could scarcely believe what she was seeing. The tough and determined woman she needed for her sacrifice had been reduced to a scared child.

"Sorry," Meek said.

"Excuse me?" Moya replied, dumbstruck by the apology. "That is a word I'm sure you've never spoken. Forget your nap. I want to know what's wrong with you."

Grabbing hold of her master's hand, Moya took a single step forward as they reached the lobby floor, but their path was blocked. Standing there as the doors opened was Hennessey. A giant of a man with black hair combed to the side, the security company owner certainly looked intimidating in his tight black suit. When he saw the women before him, a small grin appeared on his face.

"Hello, ladies," Hennessey greeted them. "Sorry, I'm a little late. Is everything all right?"

Meek's grip on her slave's hand became almost too much to bear. The blonde moved the stand behind Moya. Meek would not look at the big man. She kept her face nearly buried in Moya's hair as she tried to steady her heavy breath.

"Everything is fine," Moya replied to Hennessey. "We've decided not to accept your offer after all. Now if you'll excuse us, Meek isn't feeling very well at the moment."

"Oh, well, she could use our company infirmary," Hennessey suggested. "Meek knows where it is."

Moya was ready to be more forceful to get Meek away, but it was unnecessary. Reaching over the masked woman's right shoulder and nearly touching her target's face, Meek aimed a derringer at Hennessey's left eye. With a loud, sharp bang the pistol fired its stacked barrels and struck. Blood and sparks flew to the side as the big man managed a slight dodge at the last moment. Hennessey stumbled backward with his eyes closed until his back hit the opposite wall, but he was not down.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g bitch!" Hennessey yelled with more anger than pain. "I invite you back in and this is how you treat me?"

"Let's go!" Meek ordered Moya as she ran from the scene.

Meek was much faster in a sprint than Moya, but it benefited their escape. When the blonde made it passed the front desk, she failed to notice the secretary retrieve a shotgun. The lady yelled a warning, but Moya was upon her before there was any threat. With a solid right fist the masked woman sent the secretary to the floor and grabbed the firearm. Moya took aim towards the elevator and put Hennessey in her sights.

Rather than hide or react at all as Moya might have expected, the giant man with an exposed metal skull was running straight for her. The readied shotgun fired at the charging Hennessey but his raised left hand was engaging a light shield. The shot from the firearm bounced off a flat field of energy that illuminated blue when struck and the big man was left unharmed.

Hennessey got to Moya before she could try to fire again and he wrapped his hands around her throat above the collar. Devastating strength held Moya for just a moment before Hennessey was made to let go. Meek had come back just in time to strike the big man with a right hook that hit the exposed metal of his face. Her fist sent Hennessey off his feet and tumbling over the front desk.

"Come on!" Meek ordered Moya.

Moya coughed and tried to find breath while doing her best to stay with Meek. The frustrated yell of Hennessey echoed in the front lobby as the women made it to the front door and left the building. With haste Meek and Moya made their way down the many steps of the security company and into the busy plaza. Many people were sitting in the small middle park of the business district, having lunch and socializing. A few turned heads came their way as they ran by, but Meek and Moya managed to get themselves to the city street that would lead them back to the car.

"What the f.u.c.k was that!" Moya yelled at Meek as they finally stopped for a moment to catch their breath.

People walking on the sidewalk gave curious glances but minded their own business when looked at.

"Why didn't you tell me that was your plan?" Moya continued her angry questioning. "Are you out of your tiny mind? This is terrible! We're f.u.c.k.e.d!"

"We're not f.u.c.k.e.d," Meek argued between breaths. "We just need to get home. Let's get to the car. Quit your bitching."

Much to the surprise of Moya, they were able to leave the city without so much as a police siren reaching their ears. The metal monster drove all the way home to sit silently in the garage. Moya pulled down the garage door as Meek went straight for the couch in the living room and buried her face into the cushions. When Moya caught sight of her, the slave could only sigh in frustration and prepare a half-full cup of alcohol for the troublesome master.

"So, what was that about?" Moya asked, knocking Meek's drink against her blonde head.

"I tried to kill Hennessey," Meek replied through the couch.

"Yes, I figured that out," Moya replied as she sat on the couch next to her master. "I get that you hate him, but what did he do to warrant such an attempt? I thought he just tried a little too hard to sweep you off your feet?"

"The piece of shit r.a.p.ed me, Moya," Meek answered, getting herself up to take the drink. "And it's not like the shit you pull. You're a flailing child who bothers me when I'm drunk or sleeping. You're no threat to me. He had me restrained to a medical table! He treated me like an object! Like soulless property meant to wrap around his d.i.c.k! F.u.c.k!"

Meek yelled in her rage and slammed her glass against the steel coffee table, destroying the cup and wasting the drink. Sharp shards stuck to Meek's hand and blood began to drip. Moya was quick to react.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g hells, Meek," she said, hurrying to retrieve the medical kit she had used earlier.

It was a simple matter to get around the couch and grab the box from where she left it on the dining table, but when Moya sat on the floor to get to work she was met with a troubling sight; Meek was silently crying while keeping her anger front and center.

"I have never seen you so torn down," Moya said. "And here I thought you were cold and terrible all the time."

"Shut up," Meek replied. "Just fix my hand."

As Moya cleaned and dressed her master's hand after the glass was removed, she couldn't help but settle her curiosity.

"How did you end up in that situation?" Moya asked. "Is his wrongdoing really that much more devastating than mine?"

"Yeah, because…" Meek attempted to start. "Because I thought I was falling in love with him."

It was fortunate the hand dressing was done. Moya had been completely stunned by her master's statement.

"Love?" Moya questioned. "You're dead heart is capable of that?"

"Oh, shut the f.u.c.k up, bitch," Meek answered with her voice breaking. "I had been doing contract work for Hennessey and I started liking him a lot. I had never felt strongly towards anyone before. It was all really exciting and new. I didn't know… what love was like. But that sure as f.u.c.k wasn't it."

Meek's face was a wet mess of tears. Her breathing had become far from steady and controlled, but she refused to break down completely. The blonde still looked as angry and cold as ever. There was a box of tissues on the coffee table that had survived the drink impact and Moya used them to try and clean up her master's face.

"I had to go to the Hennessey infirmary after a security job on the other side of the planet went to shit," Meek explained. "I was knocked out and when I woke up I was back at the company building, n.a.k.e.d and restrained on a medical bed."

Meek paused for a moment to fight her breathing. She gritted her teeth and growled, trying to find her anger to fight the despair. Her voice carried a erratic mixture of volume and sadness.

"Hennessey was there too, hard as rock with that stupid f.u.c.k.i.n.g grin on his face!" Meek continued. "He… he told me how he couldn't wait any longer for me. I don't know if he actually thought that… that I'd be into that shit or something, but…"

Meek's face was turning into a snotty mess as she fought to maintain her composure. She very well may have bitten through her bottom lip if not looked after.

"My goodness, am I a caretaker now?" Moya complained, wiping her master's face. "If he r.a.p.ed you, how did you get away from him? I would think he would want a crime like that to stay under wraps."

"It did stay under wraps," Meek explained after a heavy sigh. "The Kadence police are basically owned by Hennessey. I reported it but nothing happened."

Moya looked up at Meek as she held the bandaged hand. She had never given any thought at all to the things she did to people and Meek specifically. Moya had been taught to hold bitter resentment towards the universe. She believed she was destined to dismantle and destroy, once able to successfully sacrifice a great warrior.

"I don't know what to say," the masked woman said flatly. "Did he just let you leave?"

"Well, like I said, I don't know if he thought I was into it," Meek replied, her breathing almost under control. "When he was done f.u.c.k.i.n.g me up he undid the restraints and just left me there while he got dressed and exited the room. I curled up into a ball and cried for a while before I found the strength to get dressed and leave. I basically came home and avoided the city for months. Never answered his calls or emails. He never came by or sent anyone."

"And you thought this would be a good opportunity to get some revenge?" Moya questioned.

"I had the thought," Meek said. "Which is why I had the pistol. But I guess… I'm traumatized or something. I started freaking out."

"I don't like seeing you so weak," Moya admitted. "Makes me feel bad for you, instead of desiring your power. We need to get you back to your normal self."

The masked woman put a hand on her master's t.h.i.g.h and squeezed gently while somewhat failing to do sensual eyes again.

"My, f.u.c.k.i.n.g, goodness, no," Meek said. "I appreciate the thought, I guess, but you have no f.u.c.k.i.n.g sense. I just told you a story about s.e.x.u.a.l trauma, and you want to fool around to fix me? You have even less of a grasp on emotions than I do."

Meek pulled Moya up to her and made the slave lay with her on the couch. The troubled blonde held Moya close and nuzzled her hair.

"You're f.u.c.k.i.n.g confusing, but I'll use you until I feel better," Meek said quietly.