Rochester Inn

[Xing]

Misao entered the bar, uneasy and intimidated. So many new faces, so many strangers...
Her owners were busy with some transaction, and they were probably staying there for the night. Her own ship was empty of fuel, and beside, the slave collar she was forced to wear permanently prevented her from fleeing...

Not that she thought about it anymore... at least, not for now, freedom saddened her too much...
For the first time, she killed a man. Of course, she saw people die before - never directly. Either executions shown to imperial public, or in her time in the GC, the occasional police fighter craft blowing up. But these were eerie scenes where she took no implication. Even the screams of dying pilot, didn't minded her too much. It was like an action drama movie.

Except this time, she was an actor in the movie...

And she felt overwhelmingly guilty.
The man only tried to free her from her slavery. Foolishly thought it would be easy...

Mistress Kaisha... gave her orders, and she couldn't disobey... it was him, or herself...!
Why didn't he just fled!!

Misao sat down at a table, still looking in shock. She anxiously touched the collar at her neck - she did it often. It was a black, leather one... a little metallic loop in front allowed a lead to be inserted.
But what was truly terrifying... was the small detonation device in the back, hidden to the view of all by her long black hairs...
She would never get used to that, she thought.

Some moments passed, before finally a service droid went to her. She hesitated, and finally asked for some water, which she paid - for she did have some money for herself, just enough for her to buy something to eat or drink from time to time. Mistress Kaisha made sure of that.

She sighed softly...
How could she forgive herself now...

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