Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted Feb. 20, 2021, 9:42 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks
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Daggum put his hands out to his side and smiled at her. “V… let me ask you something. If you think opening up to other people will give you less control over your life… who is controlling it now? Because right now you aren’t worried about me. And you aren’t worried about you hurting you… so the only person driving you right now… isn’t even on this station. And he sure as hell isn’t in this room.” He took a step towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. “OPening up will give you more control. Because that’s when his hold starts to slip. Pain is a heavy chain to have on, I know… but I also know that the best revenge against those that put that chain on us is for us to be happy. And you deserve to be happy, V.”

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“But he is. He is inside me. Inside my very DNA,” she exclaimed as she hugged her arms even tighter around her middle. Almost as if she was trying to hold herself together. “That will never change. So how can his hold on me ever slip? And as long as I manage too keep the memories and everyone at bay I am happy. I do things I enjoy all the time,” she continued defiantly. “Without that protection … I think I’ll break. He hurt me in every single way possible for sixteen year.” Tears were running down her cheeks again and suddenly her legs gave way underneath her. Even though she felt herself fall, Viyara didn’t even try to catch herself.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum was a big figure. And beings that big had no business being able to react as fast as he did at that moment. Before Viyara hit the floor, she was stopped by two big green arms and lifted off the ground. “Easy, V… easy…” he said softly and carried her to the bed and laid her down. He pulled the blanket up over her and brushed some hair from her face. He looked at her and made sure she wasn’t in shock before he took a deep breath.

The moment Daggum pulled the blanket over her, Viyara curled up into a fetal position. Both for comfort and to stop her body from trembling.

“Yeah… part of your DNA is from him. And part of it isn’t. And at the end of the day… that means exactly jack and s&^t.” and he sat up and slid away to give her some breathing room.

“Listen… I never knew who my parents were. Not a clue. I was literally sold to the markets with the umbilical cord still attached to my stomach. Know what they got for me? A bottle of wine and two bowls of stew. I was sold for dinner. I know that because the trainer would use that to taunt me. Now, it may not be true… but from what I saw growing up it probably isn’t too far off from reality. So that is the kind of people my DNA comes from. You know what that means, V?” and he leaned forward and put his forehead gently against hers.

Turning her head, Viyara simply looked at him. Her eyes wide as she tried to fully comprehend what he was saying.

“Not a damn thing.” he whispered, and then leaned back.

“If he is in your DNA, then show him what a real badass does with it. Be amazing. Be great. Be happy. Be everything that waste of space ever wanted to be but couldn’t. Because at the end of the day? He isn’t you, V. And you sure as hell aren’t him.” and he stood up and went to the bathroom and turned the walls opaque.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

She had tried to say something, but before Viyara had even managed to open her mouth, Daggum had disappeared. While only moving her head, she followed him with her gaze. She knew that he had just went into the washroom. That he’d be back. But she couldn’t help but feel a slight peng inside her. She knew that it was absolutely irrational. And yet here she was, feeling slightly anxious because he had to use the washroom. How could that be any better than suppressing her memories and her emotions?

Feeling suddenly utterly exhausted, Viyara pulled the blanket over her head. She didn’t want to see or hear or feel anything anymore. And before she knew it she had drifted off into a a light and uneasy sleep.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

It was several hours later when there was the sound of the door sliding open, then closed, then the sound of metal clanking softly against metal and glass tinking against glass. The aroma of spices and herbs filled the room, as did a scent of fresh brewed tea.

Hammor sat on the bed and turned on the PaDD he had in his hand and started reading. Absentmidedly, he laid a hand on her hip and lightly rubbed her through the comforter.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Jolting up, Viyara gasped softly and looked around in confusion. For a moment she couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotton there. But it quickly came all back and she exhaled deeply as she relaxed a little. Turning her head towards Daggum, she asked a little drowsily, “How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me earlier? I’m sorry.“ It was only then that she registered the new sounds in the penthouse and gathered that there good had arrived. Which meant that she had slept for hours! That was certainly not what she had planned or expected.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum smiled and kept reading. “Oh, you’ve been out… and I mean out… for like five hours. Dinner just arrived, if you are hungry.” and he motioned to the foot of the bed.

There was a room service cart set near the foot. Several platters covered in silver domes. A silver bucket with a bottle sticking out if it was visible.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Viyara cursed softly and leaned forward, her hands pressed firmly into the mattress. If possible, her face seemed to be a little paler than usual. After taking a few deep breath, she slid off the bed and said, “I’ll be right back“ before disappearing into the washroom and turing the walls opaque.

Trembling slightly and feeling queasy, Viyara dropped to her knees in front of the toilet …

Several minutes later, Viyara reappeared in the bedroom. Now wrapped in a thin, silky dressing gown. Settling down on the bed right next to Daggum, she placed one slender hand on his thigh and whispered, “Hey.“

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

“Hey yourself.” he said with a smile and set the PaDD aside. “Feeling any better?” he asked.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

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