Lauren’s choice

Lauren’s fingers make a swirl around her lips. Stroking the velvet touch as she thinks to herself what has happened. In truth she can’t understand it herself. From the day she was born, every step she has made has felt like a puzzle piece. Already there, planned out from the start. Anyone with her capabilities would have been able to walk it so to speak. School had been easy for her. Guiding her to a university. Which led her to work as a biochemist. Though it wasn’t entirely true. There had been one consistent thing in her life that had kept her from running. Stan’s eyes had pierced themselves into hers. One finger slid into her mouth. All the while Lauren thought about the small things that have started to change for her.

It was something she somehow recognized in herself. Perhaps because she has also seen it in the girls that have been brought to the lab. Their eyes always making her think of a book that has been defiled by graffiti. As if a predominant description on a few pages now decided what they were supposed to be: “obedient”. Which wasn’t at all a character trait. Meaning that their personality had been completely sucked away.

To Lauren it had felt like the swinging of a pendulum, as the stem cells were distributing themselves throughout her body. First her thoughts being entirely blurry. To then swirl back to her own thoughts. Again feeling how her thoughts have become a fuzzy warm blanket. To then thinking back to her usual thoughts. To be cloudy again. To think about how it would be to serve Stan. A smile glossed over her cheek as her finger started to slide almost out. Just to be brought back into her mouth. The motion felt right to her. While her thoughts shimmered for a bit, to then return to their blurry form. She swallowed a bit more happily as thoughts occurred of her fingers being her owner’s cock.

There was a realization as she feels her lips conform to the thought. As she slurps somewhat obscenely on her fingers, she knows it is all part of the brainwashing process. Her eyes close. A flurry of images attack her mind. First there was one of a woman, fully naked on her knees in front of her. Her hands were on her thighs as her head was lowered. The overall position of someone having subjected themselves to someone. As the figure looked up. Swaying the brown mousy hair to the side. Revealing two large eyes that made her think of Stan. And as she made eye contact with them. The woman, in a sort of trance bend her body closer to his. Showing off how flexible she was as her mouth opened. While at that moment Lauren smelled a non familiar smell. Something that sends a rush through her spine. Bending her somewhat forwards as her mouth starts to water. Tasting a saltiness that seems to evaporate any kind of thought.

Another moment. The woman was on all fours in front of her. Shackles were strung around her legs and arms. Her movements were resisting something as Lauren felt herself coming closer to the woman. An uncomfortable pain was boiling on her hands as her understanding seemed to scream for it to stop. Her thoughts a wasteland. A drought in her mouth. The woman was putting up a fight for something she seemed to have already lost.

Then she suddenly felt the ice cold metal around her forearms. Edged into the ground. Holding her whole body down. Just like the two circles around her legs. She now knew who was in front of her. There should have been an initial response of disgust. Though it didn’t make itself known. Which informed the brunette that it wasn’t ever going to come. She knew it, because she had read about the symptoms time and time again. How they would first take away the feeling of right and wrong. For now she realized only theoretically that her moral compass should tell her that what was going on was wrong. While also knowing that the more these flashes would occur, that she would lose all sense of appropriate behavior.

Her eyes wandered up. Remembering the boy that once had walked into the buss. His eyes almost searching for an exit. She had known the feeling. Now her chest felt a bit warmer. To twirl a bit to something unknown looking up at him. The man that held her. Her legs were shaking a bit in its shackles as she felt a cold meet a warm front just inside of her. Just pushing for memories to slither through her head. Of his hands walking over her skin. Then to stop showing the veins in his hand. The sensation leaving a trace of goosebumps. All the while feeling how the sky seemed to be down and the ground to be up. Her face moving just like that paralel to that feeling. Up and down. Nudging itself against a warmth she seemed to like. Pressed down against her chin walking up to her forehead. Comfortable. Warm and salty, as she would let her tongue dart out. Licking the length of him. As there wasn’t really something bad about that.

Then she had come back to her senses. Lauren stood in the middle of the room. Her thoughts and mind with a man that was going to own her. She knew it and still, there was no protest to that thought. There was no reaction to how inconceivable it was to be owned by a man. A man that she no less loved more than anything else. It had felt like finally she had found a path that she herself could choose. A road that she herself had chosen instead of the paved road everyone else had set her on. It was adventurous. It was freeing. It gave her the sort of satisfaction that a book would bring to her. Always talking to her with lives that could only ever be a fantasie.

Now it wasn’t as close as a fantasy anymore. She felt like it had been dipped in her reality. And with that she had gone to bed. Not trying to contact Stan, since she could do that better tomorrow. Perhaps than her words would be caught by him. Now she knew she should hold her words and let him come to her.

Though it wasn’t to be the next morning. When she had entered the building that could only be described as her owner’s enemy, she saw them at the gates. An irregular test had apparently been planned. Scanning everyone if they had been affected by a ‘metahuman’.

‘Shit’

Quickly she turned a corner. Walking to the only protected place for now which were the toilets. Grabbing her phone while walking away. But she must have been seen, because someone shouted at her.

“Miss!”

“Just a second”

Lauren replied meekly. Trying to keep up her cool as she walked directly into the restroom area. Pressing on the emergency button which would first dial the number of Stan.

Beep…Beep…Beep

‘Pick up, pick up’

The brunette thinks to herself as she hears footsteps come to the restroom. Which makes her quickly act. Locking the door to the entire restroom area.

“Open this door at once!”

She heard a male voice on the other side. As she felt a burning tear slide itself down her cheek. Then to hear the sound of Stan picking up.

“THEY know! THEY KNOW!!!”

Her voice was in panic. She was in panic. Her hands were trembling. Her legs shaking. She wasn’t a hero, she knew that. And right now, she just wanted to go away. But she couldn’t. She was trapped. Movement could be heard outside of the restroom.

“They ratted me out…~They are going to put me downstairs”

There was no time to explain the finer details. She couldn’t. It would mean that they have been enemies, without her knowing it. She started silently crying as teers flooded her sight. As she felt how her body was failing. Sinking down to the ground by the gravity of the situation.

“They mustn’t k…-know a-about you”

The words felt like they had been poured in syrup. Difficult to say. Her breathing was catching somewhat up as she was talking. The salt water walking into her mouth as she was talking. Finishing what she had to say, as at that moment she heard a loud though muffled BANG against the door.

“Stan…please don’t look for me”

She felt it hard to say. As it felt like she was trying to cut off a limb. Slicing it off. Pain erupted in her chest only to the thought of not seeing him anymore. Even though it was because of a good reason.

“Be safe”

The hinges of the door gave way as the door flew open inwards. As Lauren let the phone fall to the ground. Three guards running in dressed in black body armor. Lauren felt numb as they grabbed her and took her to the gate. It seemed as if all the tears she had, had been used already. As she felt the pin insert itself in her thumb. Blood quickly being tested. Giving out a positive. After which she was taken. Taken downstairs. To where all of those end up who have been infected by a ‘metahuman’.