Diary of Jir So-Kinh

[Jir So-Kinh]

...datapad opened...
...date: 2/1/823...
...Entry #2, Morning...

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I took my new Saishi for repairs to Freeport 6 on the way to New Tokyo, as I quite failed with some jobs recently. I had a nice a cozy room next to my hangar bay, so I went there as soon as I fixed some things here and there. But, of all places in Sirius, I didn't expect 'this man' to arrive.

The doors had opened, showing a tall man in his 40s. After a fast glance - and the fact he didn't have any trouble to open code-locked doors - I knew it was my boss. "Well well," he spoke, looking at me. "I bid you a good day, my little friend."

"Ah, it's you..." I replied, with a cold tone. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, just a mere thing... I failed to find out the cute number with seven zeroes on my account today." This was the time I realized I forgot about the deadline payment. "And I fatigued myself to find you out and I was accidentally right on Freeport."

"Yeah, right," I snapped right away. Accidentally, my arse! "You see, boss, there's one small problem regarding payment..."

"Oh? A problem? You know I don't like this word, do I?" I hated how he was still smiling with this creepy face of his. I simply hated his smile, it was fake. Or utterly scary. Or both.

"I have to pay LPI ten million credits and I'm saving the money or else I will end up in Texas, in a cozy cell. This is... why I can't pay you right--"

I didn't really know when he actually led blow, but I found myself down on the floor as soon as I was trying to explain entire situation. I felt a bitter smell of blood, coming from my nose. Shortly after, he pushed his boot against my throat. I started to suffocate, not being able to breath.

"You did what?! You will be no further use for me, if you cause problem in Liberty! Do you nderstand!? UNDERSTAND!? You forget who's boss here and who's a slave! A thing!" I felt my eyes going back, myself almost blacking out - desperate to inhale air, but unable to do so. "If not me, you'd end up on a vivisection table... And what if I did not really care about you ending up in prison or a brothel?! To think about it, perhaps you would bring more money for me in the latter."

The man removed his boot from my throat and I finally inhaled air doing a deep breath, coughing a bit. It took me a moment to recover. I almost passed out in there, right in front of him. I tried stood up in a clumsy way, but fell down on my arse again. This was pretty miserable, almost degrading to fall like that. Soon, I wiped my mouth from the blood, still looking at the man.

"There..." the man threw a plastic card on me, obviously a credit chip. "This should cover your problem with LPI. And no, that's not a gift. You are still use to me, but I cannot invest into such a dumbass again and again, do you understand?"

I looked at the boss, clenching my teeth so hard I almost bit myself in the tounge. "Yes."

"I cannot hear you."

"Yes, master..." I growled with my teeth clenched even more, alongside with my fists.

"Now, I will ignore that tone for now. Be grateful I can extend your payment. Oh yes, as I said - money weren't a gift," he smiled in a way I would love to rip it off from his face. "Your friend will visit you tonight to have fun with you. Be a good boy and perhaps he won't break you like a last time." I tried to keep a straight face, but he must had seen the fear in my eyes. He smiled even wider, almost driving me mad.

"You little--" I exclaimed under my nose.

"Pardon, have you said anything?" He was about to leave the room, but looked behind his back right as the door opened. "I didn't hear it."

"No... master."

"Good boy. Oh yes," boss looked like he realized something just know, but this emotion of this was so fake I had an urge to puke. "There's something for you." He threw two small vial with orange gas in it - ready to inhale. "I thought you'd need it..." I immediatly jumped to these vials like an addict (what wasn't so far from truth). It felt even more degrading, being dependant on a drug and surfacing it next to the abuser. But, I had no mean of control during lack of the Cardamine I strived at the moment.

I felt like a slave of his indeed, as he stated before. But, it wasn't the first time he did that.

"Don't forget I own you. And I mean it, thing," the man added up, leaving the room. And myself - with the orange vials. I immediatly took one and inhaled the glorious extract and laid down onto the floor, not caring about anything - even the open door. It felt good.

It felt good, again.

...end of the entry...
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