"I'M A SLAVE?!!!"
Hearing the idiot shouting, Meridith can't help be irritated and just slap him in the face.
After confirming the idiot in his usual blank look, she can't help but look over her shoulder if the noise woke up that monster sleeping in the room.
Falling from his chair. Nemitz still can't believe what he heard. He thought after being dumped in this time period can't get any worse.
He was wrong.
"But how…? Why?" almost relapsing again from what he was just a few days ago.
But before he started his weeping and wailing spree.
Meredith glared at him. As if telling, if she doesn't like what she hears. She'll start cutting him up, starting with his mouth.
Sniffing and suppressing the urge to just bawl in the floor. He asked again.
"How am I a slave? I don't think you treated me like one. You even took care of me."
Hearing this, Meridith can't believe that this idiot actually has no clue.
~But what's with the crying if he doesn't know he's a f*cking slave!
Is he just too good an actor?! I mean who doesn't know this? Was he just born yesterday?! What the fu… Wait a minute. Is he one of those…? But those are just myths, aren't they???
Looking closely at him. He does look different from the common males in the settlements. Average height.
Average build like he hadn't done any heavy lifting his entire life.
Average looks but clean.
Too clean actually. No scars. No defects whatsoever.
And black hair is also rare especially after what happened in the past millennia.
At first, they just thought that maybe he came from the other side of the mountain and got lost. After all selling slaves is easy money. They'd definitely fetch a good price for him. After all, you can't find a slave that looks like him even from those big shots.
"Be honest with me, where did you come from? And enough with this shit about some country. I want the truth."
Not sure what she meant. Nemitz didn't understand her.
~I told you the truth! Why is it so hard to believe me!
But looking at her, he ain't sure telling her that would satisfy her. After all, there's no convincing someone with a made up mind on the matter whether it was in his time or in post-apocalypse.
But it doesn't mean his not going crazy.
And as his situation is getting worse.
Something inside him finally snap.
Looking at the idiot, changing expressions from dread, to utter defeat and just pure rage… and finally cold indifference. Meredith doesn't know what to do. But she felt isn't safe anymore to continue talking to him and just needs to get away from him as soon as…
"Who… Owns… Me?"
Seeing he finally loses his mind. Getting away from him, Meridith couldn't help but wince when Nemitz suddenly grab her wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Get your hands off of me!"
Trying to move his hands away but couldn't. She gave up on it and just threw a hook aiming at his face. But Nemitz simply caught it.
Not able to use both her hands. Meridith finally panicked. She couldn't kick him since there's a table between them. She tried headbutting him but he simply evaded it.
"Who. Owns. Me?"
Hearing the same question. Meridith doesn't understand what's wrong with him.
"Are you an idiot you psycho! Who else could it be?!"
Because of the noise they've been doing and now this scuffle. Suddenly the door from the bedroom opened.
"What the f*ck is going on here?!"
Letting go of her hands. Nemitz just looked at Jacob fearfully.
"I'm sorry boss. It's nothing."
Glaring at him from the opposite side of the table. Meridith didn't comment.
"Whatever. You. B*tch come back here."
Jacob just glared at Nemitz and went inside not caring about all the commotion.
Angry. Meridith couldn't help but feel the indignity of it all.
~You wanted to help me, but this is what I get from hearing you out! Sh*t! Why did I trust him? In the end, He's still just a man after all.
As the door was closing behind Meridith. There's a passing glint in Nemitz eyes.