-Scott-
Millie Knolastname, A three foot imp from hell with an ass and thigh combo that would make any monster fucker salivate, myself included. Originating in the wrath ring and earning a reputation as a fairly deadly solo assassin given her track record, one would find her hopes of survival on a necromorph-infested Ishimura still slim, but not out of the ballpark of possibility. Such proof of her survival was lying nearly dead right in front of me, still breathing, I'll be it barely, but still she drew breath.
"How in the hell- or I guess Hells for you, did you manage to get to me looking like that?" I mumbled as I jabbed the medical-grade Stem Gel I got from the storage room into her demonic heart. Immediately, I saw results as the egregious number of wounds closed rapidly, covering her in snow white scars from head to toe. Looking at her black blood-stained body, I noticed the missing finger, the ripped-up tail, and the damaged horn she was now sporting. "She went through the shit and back for a reason I hope she's willing to talk about because for obvious reasons she shouldn't be here. I also hope this woman is willing to work with me to get out of this fucking hell hole"
Sighing, I picked her up and carried her back to the Tram control station and rested her down on a cushioned rest spot in the corner of the room. Next, I ripped open the vending machine next to the rest spot and pulled all the water bottles it had. I could have dragged her to a bathroom to help her clean up, but I didn't trust I would be able to camp out there unmolested by the reanimated crew, so a water bottle bath it would have to be. Getting back down to a knee, I easily pulled off the scraps that were her clothes, and did my best to wash off the dried and wet black blood staining her body.
It wasn't easy to say the least, as I had to go through most of my water to clean off her torso and face. Her arms and legs were still pitch black, but I made the call to leave them like that as I kept the remaining four for her and me to drink. With a nod, I rose back to my feet and walked over to the few lockers in the room and found an extra shirt and pants from one of the controllers. Grabbing them, I walked back over and placed them down next to the assassin and let myself rest as I waited for her to wake up. Was it the smartest move to wait for her to wake? No, given the ship I was on had some pressing concerns that could end with us blowing up or crashing into the planet it was mining.
Still, I couldn't leave her alone, not on this ship. So while she rested, I pulled up the catalog and did my best to plan for what to buy next.
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Fifteen minutes later, thank god, I heard a gasp from in front of me. I closed down the catalog's companion tab and looked ahead at the nude imp in front of me. Her eyes scanned fast before locking onto me, and she went to reach for her knife, only to slap at her backside. It didn't take her long to see her hell blade sitting next to me, and she growled as I saw her legs tense.
"Woah, easy Millie," I said, making her growl pause at my clear showing of who she was. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't the type to stab first and ask questions later, which I was proven right, it would seem." She growled again but let her legs relax.
"Yeah, well most would after spending time in this Satan's damn ship" the Imp said in her southern drawl. I nodded and grabbed her knife, holding it handle out to her. She quickly grabbed it, but didn't try to lunge, thank God. Sighing in relief, I activated my helmet's release protocol, causing the hermetic seal to hiss open, while the multiple latching pieces clicked away. The move made the imp twitch again, but when she saw me take my helmet off, she calmed down again. That she saw, I knew well enough after body tune-up took hold. Short dark brown hair, a strong, defined jaw, and sharp, crystal blue eyes that feel like I'm looking right through someone. The imp in front of me just blinked, waiting for me to talk.
"Okay, while I explain what's going on, because I assume you're looking for some explanation, yeah?" I asked, earning a nod from the imp. Nodding back, I continued, "Great, well, while I explain, why don't you see if you can make those clothes work for you for the time being." She looked over to the shirt and pants and then looked down at her naked form with a huff and growl.
"Damnit, I just bought that jacket too," she said before reaching over and using her knife to cut apart the clothes to fit her three-foot frame. Nodding, I started my story as best I could as she glanced up from time to time. It wasn't a long story as I explained where she was, the Ishimura, and what was going on inside the ship. "So, where stuck inside a giant ship filled with relentless undead mutants that only stop if you remove their limbs," she stated. I nodded again and she sighed as she pulled on the now white loose tank top, and baggy cut shorts. She looked down at her work with a frown at how bad it looked, but nodded all the same at having something covering herself again, I assumed.
"Alright, good to know why stabbing the fuckers in the head just seemed to piss them off then actually kill them" she said before looking at me more seriously. "Now why don't you tell me how the fuck you know me?" I nodded at the question and started my own actual story.
"to put it plainly, I got fucked over by some egotistical dickbag who said he could heal my life ending disease" I said making her raise an eyebrow. Holding out my hand and activating my holo projector, I showed off the Catalog to Millie. "He belonged to some sort of multiverse black company that trades in what they call wifu-" I started, until I felt a warm hell-steel blade pressed against my jugular. In a moment, Millie had gone from her seat to gripping my suit's shoulder and holding her hell knife to my throat. Freezing at the sudden threat to my life, I gazed into the yellow, cat-like eyes that had a deep, bubbling rage clearly shown.
"You're one of them! Your one of those motherfucking monsters that took everything from me!" she shouted into my face, pressing the blade harder against my very delicate vain. I didn't move as I tried to process what she was saying to me. As I did that, she started to breathe heavier, and I could start to see tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Why would you save me! Did she send you to come and collect me for that shadowfuck guy! No, wait," she shouted again before taking on this manic smile. "This is perfect! You can take me back! You can open a portal like she can!" Her manic smile turned into a vicious snarl. "Do it, Open a portal back to my world or I'll show you exactly what a fucking hell assassin can do!" she screamed in my face as the growing tears now started trailing down her face.
For a moment, I just stared at the imp holding my life on the line as I put the rather easy puzzle together. "So she got fucked over to huh?...well fuck me"
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Millie
"I can't," the monster in front of me said softly. I growled loudly as I drew my blade away from his neck to send a handle strike at the side of his head, dazing him and dragging us both down until I was sitting on his armored chest. My blade was back against his neck before he could even begin to try and throw me off. "Wrong fucking answer asshole! Next time it'll be the sharp it that I hit you with" I say as I gaze down at the fucking cretin. His gaze, still a little off given the blow to his head, stays on my eyes as he does his best to swallow as my blade threatens to open a wound he won't survive. "I'm sorry, but it's the only answer I can give you, Millie," he says as he blinks the pain away.
I start to move again, but he talks faster. "Didn't you hear me, I got screwed" he says making me pause. "Like I was trying to say, I got fucked over by someone who works for this company and...it looks like someone similar did worse to you" he says while gazing at me with clearer eyes. "Please, I swear on the life you hold in your hands that I'm just as stuck and fucked as you are. Why don't we both tell our stories and see where everything lies at the end, and we need to do it fast."
"Why?" I questioned, lessening the tension of my knife on his throat.
"Because this ship's going down and I'm the only one who can fix it from happening," he said with resolution that told of an absolute truth. I blinked and stared at him as I tried to get his meddle from my blurry eyes. Was this a trick? Or was he truly like her, fucked over and desperate to find a way back to what was familiar. For a few more seconds, we both just stayed where we were as I took a few deep and heavy breaths. Eventually, I decided to do something I hadn't done outside of family in a long while. I decided to trust enough to loosen the blade against his neck, allowing him an easier time of talking. I could feel the relief as his chest fell in a silent sigh.
The next minutes were fast as he summarized his life, which wasn't much, before explaining how he had ended up fucked over by what sounded like the male equivalent of the bitch that fucked me. I'll admit, with every word of his story, I had reluctantly pulled back my knife till I was just sitting on his armored chest as he spoke. "And then I find myself bamboozled as I see you shit talking the ships Ai, and try and meet up with you. Now, before you ask why I was searching you out, it was because I knew you would be a fucking hand and a half of help in surviving this fucking death trap."
I snorted at that as I looked at my now nearly snow white scarred hand. "More like I needed you to save my life after thirty fucking minutes of existing on this ship" I mumbled out making him laugh.
"Millie, you managed to survive a swarm of nearly undying monsters that we both know would have sent plenty of hell's assassins to their grave," he said while looking at me with honesty and admiration I could easily read. I couldn't help but smile at the praise before shaking my head and crawling off of him to stand on the floor. I expected to get hit with a dizzy spell after so much blood loss, but surprisingly, I felt rather clear-headed. Simple shrugging, I waited as he pulled himself back to a sitting position and looked at me.
"Look, Millie, I'm gonna level with you," He started, and I could see he was trying to pitch something I wasn't going to like. "As much as we both got fucked over, I'm the one who has a way out, said way out is the same company that sent those fuckers to your home." I frowned as I started to understand what he was getting at. Again he pulled up some sort of holographic screen that showed a basic assortment of power ups, mission selection, and fucking worse of all a slave market tab. He explained to me how everything worked, making me grow more and more angered and also afraid.
This was the same system that bitch and her friend had. What he described as he theorized just how fucking strong her revenge targets were, it was honestly spirt shattering. Finally, he collapsed the screen and gave me a hard look. "It's a shit show of a system yes, and I hate to use it but it's my only shot out of this hellhole of a universe. Now I can get you out, I can even help you find your way back to your world to help save whoever we can from those fucks, I can even help you grow strong enough to fight them maybe, but..." he started to say before looking down and away with shame and sadness.
I wasn't an idiot as I put the pieces together. "But you have to own me to do that, don't you?" I said matter-of-factly as he nodded. I closed my eyes and took stock of just what that would mean. He explained enough of what he was asking of me. To be slowly mentally warped to want him, to feel the pull of affection, and even the alterations of my sexual attractions to better fit his wants in a partner.
"If it helps," he said, making me look at him again. I could see the desperation in his eyes for my help, but also the hint of preparedness for my rejection of the offer. Cause what person would ever accept being owned? "I won't abandon you if you say no, I'll do my best to get you through this and find you somewhere to hopefully live peacefully in this fucked up universe." I sighed at that, as that was the only option if I didn't accept. I was essentially choosing to either give up my revenge and live in this hellhole universe, or accept and sign on to being his supped up fucktoy wife. That was of course only if I didn't go crazy as the marker made humans go crazy with mental fuckery.
For a few solid minutes, we just stared at one another as I thought things through. Finally, when I saw...Shit I never asked for his name! Well, when I saw the metal guy looking at the time on his holo screen, I finally spoke again. "Would I...Still be me, that is to say, would I still like the little things that I already do?" I asked as I had already made the decision in my head. Revenge wasn't about peace of self, it was about taking the ones who ruined your life down with you. He frowned and pulled up the catalog again and read over the finer details of what happened to the "retinue" as the company called its living goods.
"Yes, it's mostly more you accepting my quirks and likes, not making them yours," he answered before closing the screen again. "The only hard changes would be in the sexual category. I'm not going to lie and say I don't want a harem of fictional women who want to fuck each other as much as they want to fuck me." I snorted at that while shaking my head.
"Well, at least you are honest," I said before taking a deep breath and holding out my hand. He took it, and I gave my answer. "I, Mildred Hellfire Wrathful, accept being a part of, huh..." I petered off.
"Scott, Scott Monroe," he answered.
"Right, well, I accept being a part of Scott Monroe's Retinue, knowing full well what that means. For now and forevermore," I finish, and can feel something pleasantly burn on the skin directly above my womb, then with speed, I feel the burn deepen into a warmth that flows through my body, fixing and reshaping in a way that just feels right. I can't help but let out a quiet moan as old wounds and fractured bones reshape and reform as if they were never broken in the first place. When the warmth falls away, I look up to Scott, who has a raised brow and even a small chuckle at my pleased response.
I smirk right back as he does now seem to be in my strike range, all things considered. With a bit of demonic strength, I managed to pull him down to my three-foot self, earning a yelp, before I firmly locked his lips with mine. It was quick, as I knew we were on a time limit, but I did manage to get my tongue down his throat for a good second before pulling back. His wide-eyed blink made me chuckle as I leaned over to his ear. "Oh, hun, I hope you're ready, cause you just bound an imp from hell, who knows her way around the bedroom," I said huskily, earning me a shiver of lust from the man.