My name is Pet. I used to be Merina Merring, but that girl is dead. She died on Jalese, along with her family and friends. I am useless. That's what Vail tells me. It's why she can't sell me. Why she has to put up with me. When I am around her, I am mindless. When I am alone, I allow myself to hate. It fuels me. It keeps me going.
She is entertaining more guests. Selling more wares. She shows me off, I serve drinks, but refuses any offer of any price for me. She says I'm irreplaceable. Any chance she gets, her nails dig into the old wounds on the left side of my face. They have never healed correctly.
They became infected once, leaving, deep gouges where some hack doctor cut out the skin. Vail never lets me cover my face. She keeps my hair short so it never touches the scars, and once, when I tried covering them years ago, she gouged them deeper.
The way she sells them, it's like an auction. Goes to the highest bidder. Asari and batarian both. They praise her for the select of stock. They're healthier than they see elsewhere. It used to make me sick, now I'm just waiting for it to be done and over with.
Finally, when they're all sold and off to their new prisons, Vail turns to me. She sneers. It makes even the beautiful asari ugly. But then, she's been ugly to me for years.
As if reading my thoughts, she lunges at me with a knife. I don't resist. As she slices into the flesh on my face, I don't cry out. She berates me for some small slight or another. I didn't refill the wine fast enough, I met the gaze of a customer. Something. I don't pay attention. I just wait for it to be done and over with.
I am not allowed to cover the bleeding wound.
Vail T'Nasa sleeps in the room next to mine. She keeps the door locked. I sneak out of my room, break her lock with a small Warp. The door squeaks as I enter, but she doesn't wake, merely tosses in her bed. I Lift her from the comfort of her mattress. She still doesn't wake.
I Slam her on the floor again. And again. And again. Until I paint my skin with the blue bitch's blood.