Vera tried to think of what the pain in her joints compared to.
A gecko bite? No, that was more of a stinging, sharp pain mainly centered around the wound itself.
The day she woke up in Goodsprings? Close, but that was more of a foreign pain, not like a sore muscle or rickety joints.
She finally concluded that the after-effects of a strong punch from a power-fist was the most relatable to the throbbing in her shoulders and back.
Overall it had been about a month since she had come to The Fort and a week from her most recent lesson. Greed… or Avaritia if you were feeling real fuckin' classy.
The very idea that she had truly been here for so long was disgusting, more so in knowing that she hadn't gotten one radio broadcast or message from her friends. She wondered if they didn't care about her. Perhaps they simply thought she had been kidnapped by a schizophrenic nightkin or spontaneously decided to visit the tribals once more.
She did tend to go missing for months at a time…
Her companions' absence of contact stung, but her main care was herself. Selfish as that was, it was how the Courier has always been. Besides, it wouldn't exactly help the Mojave at this point if she just up and died. Being a big player in politics meant you had to survive… at least, that's how Vera saw it.
So with all of the miniscule amount of physical affection she held for Vulpes Inculta gone in his latest attempt to cleanse her of her 'sins', Vera decided she would escape that night, or this very week at least. And if Vulpes got in her way? Well, she'd kill him, or die trying.
Sure, he was an incredible fuck and tickled her in all the right places, but she didn't like the effect he had on her.
Deep down Vera knew those lessons were sadistic bullshit, but there was still that nagging part of her that actually wanted to obey them…
She growled at the very thought, leaning her throbbing head back against the concrete wall of the weather station which housed her army of Securitrons. Well, most of them anyway.
A quick musing on the chaos that would be if she released the wrath of her army on The Fort this very moment was entertaining, and tempting, but she was currently being babysat by none other than Lucius.
She caught his eye, giving the large man a tweak of her lips and a saucy wink as she stretched her legs out in front of her in the dirt. He simply glared, though she could've sworn she saw the tiniest hint of amusement hidden under that tough-shit visage of his.
Vulpes, her master, was out on business. Had been, she should say, since the first morning she woke up chained to his bed. A memory which she fondly categorized with the other top ten worst mornings of her life.
Since that morning Vera had been forced to sleep chained to the bed frame every night, she supposed as punishment for taking up his bed for the first week or so of her attendance at The Fort. Not only that, but she was monitored day and night by a Praetorian guard, making her unable to get off.
This usually wouldn't be a problem, Vera was a raunchy tart but she wasn't exactly sex-crazed. But considering that fuck-wad of a Frumentarii had worked her up so horribly only to cut her off twice before fulfilling orgasm, it was horribly harder on her body then being under the usual standards.
She pushed down that current dilemma however, seeing as it was either her escape or more lessons involving a similar punishment to the first.
Speaking of her escape, it seemed rather easy with Vulpes out of the picture. Vera didn't know how long his missions lasted, but he had been gone long enough for her to guess that she had time to plot.
Whether or not he came back tonight did have an impact on the fluidity of her plan, admittedly, but she couldn't chicken out, wasn't her nature.