The coffee was dripping onto to my red silk komono.

There was coffee droplets staining the wall from my recent accidental mishap.

It was a minor incident but still i was quite embarrassed by it.

It all started when i read the name of that spunky little rebel.IMAGI NELLA I spluttered with my coffee, gagging slightly, spraying the contents from my mouth on the wall and the last remaining drops dribbled down my bottom lip.

Was that actually someone's name?

I wanted to laugh but my throat was raw and slightly burning since I'd nearly choked on my coffee.

What a ridiculous name.

I knew it was the same girl because her face was right under the bold letters.

I was also surprised to see she was quite attractive.

The dirt made it hard to distinguish her comely features.

Regardless of how beautiful she was, she was a dangerous beauty. She needed to be disciplined. If she was uncooperative she should be eliminated. There was no use for such rebels like herself in the new world.

I sneered leeringly at the photo.

"Imagi Nella. Sounds like some weird disease that attacks the brain. Well you're certainly not attacking mine. My mind is above all that trivial and menial matters of the lowly.

Your fate rests with the Coucil. Yes I'll leave it up to them to decide wether you stay here or you should go.

Wait what does that say?"

In small print it wrote: Liquidation Procedure awaits approval of the highest ranking Officer, Commander, Overseer or Captain that is presently in Charge.This only stands with the either the absence or approval of the council.

"Oh dear, that's me. I can't decide. Oh shoot the council isn't here. Then that only leaves me. Oh why did this have to happen today?

Why did she have come here of all places?

First i spill my coffee, i have stains on my robe and now i have this to deal with. This is not my day. Now I'm going to have to face her. I don't want to face her. She's absolutely terrifying. The way she looks at me, that glare, that stare, that gaze, it's obvious that she hates me. She just looks at me like I'm absolute garbage. She's trouble. You can see that rebellious shadow on her face.

Pull yourself together man.

You are after all the man in charge.

You should just get it over with. Summon her to your office.

You are Commander Abbadon. People fear you, they love you and at times they hate you just like she does. It's all part of the job.

Just clean yourself up and the wall."

My voice was all jittery and wavery.

I dressed myself in the proper attire one that was befitting a man of my position.

I changed into a single breasted suit accompanied with a grey and white striped tie and black, genuine leather, penny loafer shoes.

I had a mirror in my room even though I had no need for it until now.

I might have been a selfish man but I most certainly was not a vain one.

I had nice head of hair, the roots flourished into a wave and those waves furled into tiny exquisitely formed curls on the end.

I would roll the two sides of my hair back one at a time and then I would grease the two parts together and brush them back again.

It was stylish way of arranging my hair and it kind of reminded me of how old Hollywood star would style their hair.

It was a Clark Gable look and I have to admit I quite liked it.

Before I came here I never thought myself to be very good looking but now I saw myself through different eyes.

Speaking of my eyes they looked rather tired.

I had gotten very little sleep since she came here.

There were little pockets of wrinkles under my eyes.

Great I had bags.

On a good day the bottom edges of my eyes dreamily sloped downwards to shape huge, ample crescent moons which would have made me a heart throb if it weren't for my long forehead.

The long forehead along with my staunch eyebrows made me look rather moody.

No matter what I appeared to have this condescending shade of sarcasm on my face.

It was often difficult to tell if I was displeased or I was contemplating upon something very serious.

Thankfully the rest of my face was alright.

I had nice straight nose at least.

The tip of my nose was two aquiline points that sharply came together which made my nose appear slightly wider but I was okay with that.

I could be thankful that my prodigious ears didn't stick out.

Overall I was rather handsome.

Maybe I could charm this rebel into submission.

My charm was most likely not going work on her but I could at least give it a go.

No harm in trying.

I sent the orders out via the intercom to have her escorted to my office.

"Summon her at once".

I had said with such authority and sharpness that it could have cut the plaster off the wall.

I was proud of my job, proud of my position, proud of my power and authority that was until she came into my office.

"Please have a seat".

That was easy enough but it got worse.

She stared up at me in a scornful manner.

I felt the heat of her gaze, the scorn felt like I was staring into the sun.

I decided to go for the casual approach.

"So I see you have quite a few strikes against you. Would you care to explain why?"

Her eyes had narrowed to tiny cat like slits but she told me nothing.

"Not talking I see. Well let's look at it this way shall we, people like you with that many counts against them usually have a strange way of disappearing. Question is why are you still here?"

I wanted to scare her a bit.

"Is that supposed to scare me? You trying to scare me into submission? News flash: It's not working".

Her voice was snarly and sarcastic.

It reminded me of caged wild animal the kind with huge teeth and gigantic claws like a panther or a tiger.

"Okay let me spell it out for you, if it were not for me you would be gone".

"Do you expect a round of applause? Do you want a thank you card? What do you want from me? You want me to grovel at your feet? You expect me to be grateful?

I'm not grateful to you and I never will be".

This is where I fell apart.

"Yes you should be grateful. Don't you understand your life is at risk Everytime you escape?"

Now I sounded like I cared.

"Yes I'm well aware of the risk but you know what the risk is worth it."

"I don't think you understand what's at stake here. All this rebelliousness is it really worth your life?"

"Yes it is actually and I know exactly what's at stake. Let me tell you something, I do not fear death. So if you want to kill me I won't complain, I won't beg, I won't weep, moan or groan in anguish. I'm not going to fall apart just because of a death threat. Besides my life means very little to you. I doubt if you even care if I live or die".

"I'm not threatening you. I'm warning you!"

I was so overwhelmed by frustration I was shouting

"I'm warning you that if you continue with this behavior there will be consequences. I'm warning you that if you choose to be uncooperative and insubordinate you will not be here long. Escape again and you can consider yourself...gone".

"Interesting that sounds awful lot like a threat to me."

"I am merely stating the facts."

"Facts about what? Your misogyny, your bigotry, your hunger for power and your thirst for ultimate control?"

Now she had crossed the line.

I wasn't a bigot, I wasn't a misogynist.

I might be selfish and power hungry but I wasn't a over opinionated hater of women.

I was a decent person wasn't I?

No I wasn't perfect but I had some pretty nice qualities in my character.

Still her words not only insulted me they hurt me. Her words felt like a blade had jabbed me straight in the heart.

I gave her the most sinister sneer I could muster.

I lowered my brow and tilted my head downward to form a hateful glare.

"Guards, Take her back to her cell. I'm finished with her".

I summoned the guards to come and they came and took her away.