"Nothing, Master. We just watched a movie." You're lying again. You were drinking you stupid little bitch. I can smell the alcohol. You smell like you...ve done nothing but hang out in a bar for a fucking week!"I cry out in pain as he closes his fingers around my throat even more. There's a sharp *SMACK* as he slaps me right across the face. I gasp as the right side of my face starts to sting horribly."Now you see, if you had come home on time. I would have fucked you, you insolent bitch, but you. It’s working. Thanks a lot.B: No problem, mam. It was a pleasure to help you. And sorry!S: Sorry? Why?B: Nothing mam. You’re good with your system. Do let me know if any problem or issue you face. Thank you, mam. Have permission to leave?S: First of all stop calling me mam. Feels like you’re my student. You can call me Sonia (with a wink) and second say why you said sorry? And yes, of course, I’ll call you for help. Because I’m not familiar with anyone else here. So tell me why you said. He really didn't think there was any reason to be scared when the Trader took over. His face then suddenly spasmed and the Trader was now blaring out loudly, veins sticking out from his neck:"Because, it means they knew! They somehow knew!"His punch went right through the panel and into the bridge below. Soft, subdued blue light poured in through the ever widening hole that Sam was ripping apart on the bridge's neodymium ceiling, while he was asking softly, curiously, without tension:"About. I could not get that look on her face from my mind. All my conscious mind could bring forth was all the times she had smiled for me in the time I had known her, my whole life really. My hand raised up towards her face, placing itself tenderly on her cheek. I brushed away that single tear, and she looked up into my eyes. I could see it, she was about to push me away, to leave. Speak, I had do something… or I could lose her forever. The blood in my veins felt icy cold, and I had to force my mouth.