A new master
I tried attacking everyone but the Master a few times, but he's too careful now and he's always alone when he summons me. I can't attack him and he knows it. I miss my freedom. I don't hate this world, but I miss watching television. This world is so far behind in terms of technology; no cars, no electricity, barely a semblance of engineering. Well... magic does replace most of those things. I find it hard to understand how most humanoids manage to survive without powers. I'm weak compared to other creatures of magic and I can still best ten Humans or eight Orcs... at least five Wolfmen... without using my powers of course, otherwise I can wipe out an entire army... okay, maybe just a small army, but still. They fight with swords and bows. They can barely make it close enough to hit me and arrows certainly hurt less than bullets. I remember when I was hit by so many bullets I almost died. Oh no, don't think about death. At least I can't really die in here and if he kills me again, I'll just come back here for another ten days. It feels like it's been more than ten days though, was it? I'm so bored I want to get out of here, but I don't want to suffer and die again. What did I do to deserve this?
Mia felt as though every hair of her black fur was a finger being crushed, her feline ears folded like a bad sheet of paper, her tail pierced by a million needles, and every bone of her body scraped by a knife. The process took merely a second, but it hurt intensely every time her body materialized.
'What took him so long,'
she thought. She no longer knew if she preferred to be summoned out of the Tablet or left to her own thoughts inside. She was terrified at the idea of the pain she already anticipated, yet she loathed the feeling of nothingness while trapped inside the Tablet.
"What are your wishes, Master?" She said, bowing her head low.
Her body was trembling already. She expected the words so much it echoed in her head without anyone saying them; '
Don't move, don't resist and don't fight back!'
Those were the words Master Salks said every time. He hated her for what she was. He hated her looks, her fur, her smell, and her voice. No one had ever hated her before him, or at least, no one ever expressed it as much as he did right from the first time he summoned her out of the Tablet.
"Who are you?" a voice asked.
A chill coursed through her spine as this new voice echoed through her eardrums instead of the dreadful words. She opened her eyes and looked up at her new master as a bright grin took shape on her feline face. "Mia," she answered.
The man smiled back at her. He was not Master Salks. She still couldn't believe it but he was clearly delighted by the sight of her and in no way repulsed, nor filled with hatred. He was staring at her breasts, but she didn't mind. It was flattering even.
He wore a bright blue tunic embroidered with red pattern around the collar and sleeves, a pair of dark purple pants, and fancy leather boots. Adorning him were a few rings, bracelets and necklaces. His face was darkened by a thick beard and his dark hair was just long enough to rest on his shoulders. It gave him a stern look, brightened by his green eyes. His face made him look strong in contrast to his thin body frame.
"What are you?" he asked with his gaze fixed at her breast.
She could hear his heart pounding with her heightened sense of hearing. "Mia is a Demon Kinneeg Fairy!" she said, crouching with her hands between her feet before she looked up at her new master. She grinned as his gaze finally went from her breast to her yellow feline eyes. She pricked her cat ears upward as her tail started swishing with anticipation. It had been such a long time since she had had a new master she could hardly contain her excitement.
"Can you heal?" the man said, crossing his arms as he cleared his throat.
Mia nodded.
"I need you to heal my father," he said, pointing his finger over her head.
Mia looked over her shoulder to see the archway the man was pointing at. They were standing on a fancy carpet in the middle of a large corridor. Her sensitive nose picked up the familiar scent of her previous Master Salk's residence, but she had never had the luxury to wander about. She only knew three rooms in what she believed was a large manor in a big city.
She hurried into the room, eager to find a wounded person who had been hurt in the fight to kill her previous master, but her enthusiasm died instantly as she saw him lying down in the bed and trembling from a strong fever. She yowled through a long, desperate sigh and looked at her new master as her brows puckered into a frown.
"What?" He took a step back defensively. "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Mia does not want to heal Master Salks," she said.
"But you said you can heal!"
"Yes... Mia
can
heal... but Mia does not want to." She looked down in shame.
"I thought you had to serve me!"
"Yes... Mia must serve, but new Master must command Mia to do so unless Mia actually wants to." She looked up with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Yeee... hrmmm... maybe?" The man scratched his head. "Why don't you want to heal him?"
"Mia hates Master Salks," She poked the sick man on the cheek with a snarl on her face.
"I guess you're not the only one... but what did he do to you exactly?"
"Master Salks kills Mia every time." She clenched her fists above his face as though she was about to hit him. "Master Salks tortures Mia until Mia is near death before letting other men rape Mia... sometime creatures... until Mia dies." She moved back a little, distancing herself from the temptation.
The man gulped and stared for a moment. "Would you still heal him if I commanded you to?"
Mia nodded reluctantly. "The Tablet will force Mia to do things when Mia does not want to." She pointed her finger towards the Tablet in his left hand. "The curse will cause agony when Mia disobeys and if this is not enough to make Mia comply... then the curse will take control of Mia's body, but the pain continues until the command gets completed. Sometimes a command can take very long to complete."
"Then I won't command you to heal him," he said, "I will not make you do anything you don't want to do, but I would really appreciate if you could heal him. He's still my father. I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do after all he has done, but I need a few answers from him."
"Mia would prefer to kill Master Salks." She hopped on to the bed and leaned over the sick man's face. "Where is Master Salks hurt anyways?" She pushed the blanket off to reveal an unscathed, but sweaty body.
"I don't know. Can you save him?"
"Mia can try, but if new master will not force Mia, then Mia wants new master to promise Master Salks will never be Mia's master again."
"I promise," he said, "but why do you keep calling him Master Salks if he isn't your current master and you keep calling me new master? ...and this master thing is starting to confuse me." He shook his head.
"Mia is used to calling Master Salks, Master Salks," she said. "New master did not tell Mia a name yet."
"My name is Aven."
"Mia is pleased to serve Master Aven," she said with a grin.