82 Vol. 2 pt. 19 Patch 4.0: The First Round (1/2)
”You're different now,” Ull says as he brings Nell into the room serving as a temporary bedroom for her.
”Am I?” Nell asks, refusing to look at him.
”You seem disappointed that you are back here. You knew I was going to find you, surely.”
Nell does not give him a response.
”Don't tell me that you actually believed he was going to be able to help you, did you?”
She starts to form fists but stops.
”You belong to me, my precious Nehalennia. He would have just used you or sold you off like everybody else wanted to. Are you forgetting that I am the only one who truly wants to keep you?”
”That does not stop you from wanting to use me just as they all have,” Nell answers.
”Of course I want to use you. You are mine. It is only normal for somebody to use that which belongs to them, isn't it? Even so, I care for you and wish to take care of you.”
”I would rather be uncared for than have the perverse care of somebody like you.”
Ull grabs her by her hair once more, lifting her up off the ground and pushing her against the wall. ”I do not like defiant pets. You would be smart to destroy any lingering hope inside of that childish mind of yours. You are mine, and unless you start over with a new body, that will never change. Do I make myself clear?” he asks, tossing her down onto the floor.
Nell doesn't answer him again.
Instead of wasting more time talking to her, Ull places heavy chains around her ankles and wrists. ”I don't normally mind you escaping, but until we deal with this new attitude of yours, you will not be permitted to waste my time.”
With that, Ull leaves the room, posts two guards inside of it with her, and locks the door behind him.
…
”Think he'll be on soon?” Cassiel asks Serra.
The two girls are sitting at the end of the pier. Cassiel is hanging her legs off of it and gently kicking them back and forth, and Serra is on her knees behind the blonde with her chin resting atop Cassiel's head and her arms draped over the other's figure.
Serra occasionally sneaks in a few gropes of Cassiel's chest, and to her surprise, she only gets a blushing pout from Cassiel in response to her perverse hands.
”Yeah. He won't miss this,” Serra answers.
”He's cutting it pretty close, that bastard. I swear if he's late,” Cassiel says.
”He won't be.”
”He better not be. Oh, and I wanted to ask, what's it like having so many parents?”
”Lots of presents,” Serra answers with a thumbs-up.
”Between your parents and now me and Ryouta, don't you think you're a bit spoiled?”
”I'm super spoiled,” Serra says with a smile.
”Hmph. I – I don't get spoiled…”
”Cass Cass.”
”What?” Cassiel asks, turning her head to look at Serra now that her head is off of her own.
Serra plants a kiss right on Cassiel's lips. ”I'll spoil you whenever you want me to,” Serra says.
”I – o-okay, maybe I get spoiled, too,” Cassiel says with flushed cheeks.
…
”Oi, big guy, hand me that wrench,” Tabitha orders Bonekraka.
Bonekraka tosses the wrench so that it lands next to her, scratching the floorboard of The Shoebill.
”Hey! I just cleaned this baby up! Ya gonna fix that yourself?!”
”Nyet,” Bonekraka answers, and a moment later, he has a wrench hitting the back of his head and a pissed off Tabitha glaring at him from the engine.
”Now come bring me it the proper way!”
Bonekraka turns to look at Tabitha with his hands balled into fists, but when he sees the look in her eyes, he's reminded of his wife.
The grumpy orc submissively takes the wrench over to her, handing it to her properly.
”Thank ya. See, now was 'at so hard to do? Next time don't try sassin' me and scratchin' my baby up.”
”Da.”
…
”O-Olly, you mustn't – we have such little time,” Corwin says, looking both left and right to make sure that nobody is coming down the alleyway that Oleander has him pushed against the wall in.
”Come on, Cor, we both know I can make you fire your cannon quickly enough,” Oleander coos, running one hand up Corwin's chest while another travels dangerously lower down his abdomen. ”Shouldn't you be happy that you have a lover so eager to please you?”
”I – I assure you that I am beyond happy, but what if somebody sees?”
”Are you telling me you wouldn't like getting caught in the act?” Oleander's teasing fingers trace against Corwin's body.
Corwin gulps. ”I… do not entirely dislike the thought, but—”