Challenge Accepted: Werber Gateway
28 Apr 2016Magnudius
No matter how civilized slave trading appeared to be these days, nothing could remove the brutish feeling the finalized transaction leaves behind. Buying a Master Chef in Noti added another first to her list, which triggered a compulsion to create a full one:- First Wing
- First Drink Creation
- First Assassination
- First Piracy
- First System Invitation
- First Slave Exploitation
“Why?” echoed down the hallway as Nudo realized her thought aloud. She stopped walking and leaned against the wall. She was on her way to meet her new Master Chef, but slaves are made to wait, right? Nudo snorted in disgust at herself. She was falling into role of Slave Master seamlessly it appeared, so she slid down the wall to the floor to sort her thoughts.
Nudo started this all because of a challenge thrown down in the public forums. No guarantee of anything awaited her at the end, so why has she put herself through all of this?
'To see how far you would go' ran through Nudo's mind.
“Huh, seems like I went all the way to the frakking end,” whispered Nudo into her hands. She rubbed her eyes and dropped her hands onto her knees. Nudo felt aged, withered; her head hung low. She couldn't be called “innocent” anymore, something Nudo didn't realized she had heavily leaned on get away with some behaviors. In her imagination, the last bubbles of Nudo's youth popped as she looked towards her cargo hold door. Her mind emptied as her gaze lingered on the door. Nudo drew in a deep breath through her nose as she realized nothing was going to move forward until she did. As she release the air from her lungs, Nudo braced an arm against the wall and pushed herself back onto her feet. Figurative pieces of her past-self lay on the ground behind Nudo as she walked towards that door. Nudo and her slave trampled over those same figurative pieces on the way to the cabins. This Master Chef may be a slave, but Nudo would be damned if she was treated that way while Nudo owned her.