Mekanika

"What's your name?" His low, yet calm voice spoke as he removed the gag enforced on her. She stared into his good eye with a burning pain of hatred simply because of her enslaved body. She grins dastardly and spits onto his face. He wipes the spit from his muzzle and chuckles with his commanding tone. "Autonomy isn't given freely, darling. I have a feeling you'll be staying chained for longer than you'd like."

She stares unphased by his words or tone "It doesn't matter. As soon as I get a chance, I'll run far and hard."

Her master pats her shoulder softly and smirks. "I'm a mercenary, honey. I get paid to kill those who run "far and hard". Whether that's up-close or afar, doesn't matter." The friendly façade of his smirk dies and he grabs her arm roughly, pulling her away with him and to a well kept carriage.

Mekanika became curious once her anger settled. "What do you plan to use me for?" She said.

"Depends on your behavior. Be good and I'll let you roam a little, light work and such. Be troublesome and I'll use you as target practice." He opened the door of the carriage and without waiting shoved her up into the carriage. Mekanika swallows in fear of his words, now knowing he's more than a throwaway threat. She chokes on her swallow for a moment as she's shoved up into the cart and the door is shut.

Mekanika gets up and into one of the seats, even with the chains, getting comfortable and tried to pull the twine loose, tightening the knot by mistake with her little success. Her master climbs in front and offers some aid, though she denies, leaving it for the journey.

Mekanika

The travel takes a few hours, the sun beginning to set as the carriage arrives in the outskirts of a maze of buildings. The maze ahead was an Old World city, which it's name has been degraded from a nearby sign. The two arrive at a small one story building around a quarter mile from the city ahead filled with skyscrapers.

"We're here." Her master mentions as he gets out of his seat and goes to open the carriage door for her. As he arrives to open up the door, she scoots to the door, raising her hands up to the bars guarding the windows and giving the mercenary the middle finger as to show, from her little options, her hate. Her master opens the door and sighs.

"I can always drag you by your roots if that's how you wish to be treated, Princess Bitch." Before he had finished, he grabbed and yanked on her chains, pulling her out of the carriage.

"I bet you won't do that..." She grimaces as she's pulled out. "I bet you already regret buying me!"

Her master scoffs. "Regret? A little, though I'll happily grant your stupid fucking wish." He starts to walk, towing her chains in hand before she can stand.

"Bet you won't, toe licking cunt!" She smirks smugly, believing he's bluffing, though enticed by the feeling of her hair being pulled and deciding to have as much fun as she could have. Though it quickly stops her smirk for a moment as he turned and back-handed her across her face before he let go of her bounding chains and gripped her throat roughly.

"Get on your fucking knees and grant your god-damned fucking wish." He spit. She smiles. Attempting to speak through the death grip on her throat, she speaks hoarsely to him.

"Gladly, bitch~" The insult was returned with a pull on her throat, throwing her down to the floor and her knees by force. Blood dripped pettishly from her cheek's broken skin. Her master took a chunk of her hair with a tightly balled fist and let go of her throat, taking short steps away, dragging her as she smiled.

The ground was rough and rocky, rubbing and ripping away skin, though she felt pleasure at her rebelliousness, pain followed the struggle as she called out to him, her knees and hands having broken skin, roughed skin by now.

"I bet you won't tug my hair, bitch-boy!" Which only gained her another choking grasp and being set on her knees as he disgustingly looked down at her dirtied face, and she grins up at him wanting the anger.

"You're a needy bitch, aren't you? Normal cunts don't poke the fucking bear." He ends with a pent up sigh. "What are you playing at?"

"Oh, you know..." She grins. "I'm just having fun by making you angr-"

The sound of a draw through leather interrupted her as her master turned to face her. "Would you be happier if I just blew a hole in your leg and forced you to sprint for my entertainment?" Now he was the one grinning as she held her tongue, her eyes rising from her kneeling position, looking and freezing as the hammer of a revolver is cocked back. "Come on. I thought you were the sadistic bitch? I thought you liked a little pain~" He chuckled deeply with a new grin cutting his scarred lips. "How about I help you~?" She wanted to scream, to say something, but now, now she found herself hesitant to do so at the end of a gun. Her leg shivers as the metal barrel is placed against it, her master crouching in front of here and staring eye to eye. "Now... Let's continue with your wishes, no~?" He nudges the barrel into her leg. "Or we can stop the fun right here, right now, if you just say so."

Her body began to shake and shiver before she whimpered. "P-please don't shoot me... I-I'll stop."

He smiles lightly before pulling the gun away and placing it back into the holster. "Good girl. No need to loose your leg already." He stands up and lets go of her. "Get up, now." She obeyed, slowly standing up onto her chained feet.

"Th-Thank you..." Midnight stepped forward and lead her into the small utility building which was beside the cart, his slave shambling behind his movements until they reach the inside and the door is shut behind them.

"Spread your feet. I'm going to unlock your legs." He says as he turns to face her, kneels down in front of her and pulling his keys out. The only thing keeping her from kicking him was the fact of his gun, though now her fears lie just in front of her. Once she was unlocked, he put the keys back and fully removed the chains on her ankles. "Good. Discipline with help us both. So don't fuck it up." She rolled her eyes, still planning on a way to rebel when she could. Though now she looked around and saw the utter state of disrepair.

"Wow, it really looks like you, by that I meant like shit."

"That's the point, genius." He shakes his head before heading to a section of the floor and lifting up a false floor piece, exposing a latter which headed down into the sewer systems. "It's a decoy."

"Of course someone like you would come up with something like that..."

"Well, no shit. I don't want my throat slit while I sleep. So shut up and head down."

"I kinda can't, bound and everything makes it kind hard to go down ladders. You didn't think that through, did you?" She scoffs.

"You have enough room between each hand... And it's not that bad of a drop."

Mekanika

Author's Note

This was sitting here mostly finished and had never been published, so since it's in a good enough condition I might as well publish it while I work of Under Eternal Winds, have this.

Just for clarification, this was written around three-four years ago originally and has been mostly non edited. This is a cancelled story and will not be receiving anymore updates.