This Piece of Me

[SoF]

The child was a brave one, as she didn't start to cry at first sight of this very mean and scary man. She didn't even take a step back, but maybe she was explicitly told to not do so. She had that innocent look at her face still, and though she was getting slightly more and more troubled, she used all her energy to scan this new person who seemed to have quite extreme responses to some situations. The reasons of which the child could not yet figure out.

Once she was asked a question, she was not taken unawares at all, and she blinked her large, blue eyes once. "Uncle Adrian said... my daddy would come to take me home."

But suddenly afterwards, her expression changed, and she became restless for a second, scanning around. "A-ah!" she raised her little index finger and looked up at Bassam once more, then rushed over to a side of the circular table. She got up on her tiptoes to reach for a device on top of the table, and since she was so small, she had to try really hard to get the device which was slightly towards the center of the table.

But she finally managed it, huffing and puffing, and she victoriously handed it to Bassam with her little hand. "Uncle Adrian said to give daddy this!" Though she was not smiling and was still carefully scanning this weird person as much as she could. She was not yet sure if she should be scared or not.

The device Bassam would hold looked like a tablet with a glowing and blinking button at the center of it. And once he had pressed it, he would get a transmission on his neural address, at the same time as it would start to stream a holographic, talking shape of Adrian Thrax.

And there Thrax was, rubbing it to Bassam. There was a big grin on his face. Through his speech, the images would shift shape, and take the appearance of a beautiful, though somewhat sad looking woman. A very short time lover of Bassam, a slave girl and mother of Sara.

"Um... What is e-effe-...minate, daddy?" the girl would ask.