The fact that her Master, Hecktar, was not only her owner, but also her father was not uncommon in the world she lived on. She was the child of a slave and Master union, one where her humanoid alien father had raped her human mother, and Mekenna had been the product. But her mother was dead, having passed away during childbirth, and Mekenna now took the place of her Master’s servant. Thank the heavens he didn’t sexually touch her, but he did make her witness his perversions on a nightly basis, made her bathe him, serve him food and drink, and do any other kind of manual and degrading work he deemed fit. She was his lapdog, his bitch to do with as he pleased, and although freedom was her dream, her fantasy, she also knew that she most likely wouldn’t survive out there in the world alone. She had no money, and aside from the clothing her Master gave her daily she had nothing to her name. But even so she dreamed about not having a steel collar around her neck, of not having to be chained up at night and made to sleep on a pallet of Gellah feathers that were far too coarse and thick to be of comfort.
