21 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Your hands fumble underneath her sweater. Or yours. You’re not sure anymore. Every inch of you is tense and strained. It is the most comfortable feeling you’ve ever felt. Also, the scariest.

They’re not joking when they say blood flows downwards from your brain somewhere else.

You run a hand from her stomach around to the small of her back, her skin grazing beneath your fingers, as you do so, slightly pulling her down on top of you.

20 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Jorrel looks at you, fumbling with the keys for Shivs workshop. “Is anyone coming?”

You peer into darkness.

“No.”

19 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Mute’s hand slides underneath your trackpants. His fingers lightly tracing a pattern on your bare butt, before he grabs a hold.

Moaning, you grind yourself against his leg. Part of you feels like you’re using him. But he doesn’t say anything, pushing you downwards.

So, you grind harder.

16 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

“There,” Emalie says, clapping her hands as if brushing off dust. “We’ll leave it to her dad to figure out the pass phrase.”

You snorts, “Right. Is it weird that it makes me happy how mad it’ll drive that bastard?”

A figure neither of you noticed in the corner stirs.

13 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

For the second time now, her entire body quivers and spasms. You didn’t know this could happen without touching… specific parts.

Something about her voice makes you want to hear more. The sensation of your dick straining, pulsing, with oddly pleasurable, throbbing pain, the more your hands explore.

The more you explore of her.

And she of you.

9 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

You whack the faggot hard enough to send him flying. His whore screaming incoherent woman noises at you.

You head hurts. You’ll have to find more to drink afterwards.

For now, you turn to the bitch and demand again, “Tell me the fucking phrase or I’ll… I don’t know what, but it’s going to hurt!”

“Don’t,” the whore-son pleads, “He’s not going to talk his fucking way out of this one.”

You laugh. Hysterically. Uncontrollably.

“I don’t need to,” straightening your back, standing at full height, you put him in his place, “Do you know who I am!?”

“I’m the only goddamn thing keeping this place safe!”

5 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

How long has passed? Maybe an hour. Is it supposed to be this long? Might have been a minute.

You don’t care. You’re kissing Mute.

The thing inside of you is growing.

Between breathless kiss’ you moan. You say words, but you don’t hear them.

You fumble with his zipper. You feel like this should be a moment of tenderness. Sharing a laugh at the awkwardness.

It’s not. Something is off. This isn't...

You need to…

4 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Jorrel is bleeding. You can’t think straight. Eigel’s enormous hands are forcing themselves around Jorrel’s throat.

You’ve tried everything to get him off, but he’s to drunk to feel anything.

You don’t feel the tears streaming down your face.

There’s only one thing you can do, even if Jorrel begged you not to.

3 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Somethings wrong, you think – barely – through a haze of emotions. You can’t quite tell them apart. Paralyzes like fear. Drives you like anger. But it’s neither. It’s both. But it’s neither.

Shiv’s speaking, overly erotically, the words, not hers.

You don't want to, but they **** themselves through, you reply, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, babe, so fucking hard. I want my dick inside of you and I want to hear you beg for more!”

“Fuck me like the alpha you are. I want to feel your rock hard piston spurting its load all inside me,“ She replies in between loud, emotionless moans.

No.

This isn’t you.

This isn’t her. You touch her. But you don’t feel Shiva. You feel flesh. Not her. You don’t even feel yourself. You’re not inside yourself. Floating, somewhere else.

This is all wrong.

This isn’t either of you.

2 MINUTES BEFORE NOW

Air. Your fingers struggle to grasp around Eigels. He’s twice your size and does hard physical work every day.

Emalie is about to break. You can spot it out the corner of your eye.

Hard to think. Can’t breathe. Can’t get a hold of his fingers.

You should be thinking about all the things you didn’t get to do. But you’re not. You’re just looking at Emalie and only one thought runs through your head - and it's so fucking selfish:

I’ll miss her.

1 MINUTE BEFORE NOW

His whore is crying as she finally relents, “Let him go. I’ll… I’ll tell you.”

"You do it." You grunt, still holding the cuck's throat tight, motioning her with a nod of your head, towards the machine.

Crying, she looks at you, turns to the machine and says,

“Unit wake." Red lights start to glimmer on the machine's surface.

"Unit listen." From unseen holes, tendrils snake their way out its chassis.

"Unit, you got this”

NOW

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