Learning to walk

After several minutes of intense concentration, Scarlett Johansson finally figures out how to reliably move her limbs in the direction of her choosing, though she lacks strength and control that once seemed to come so easily. It's as though she has only been playing a video game version of her own life this entire time and has no idea how to make the most basic movements in reality. An erratic attempt to sit up ends with Scarlett crashing roughly to the floor, leaving a wet imprint of her cum drenched face on the hard tile floor and giving her a first taste of real pain. It was nothing like she was used to.

Scarlett flails on the ground for a few minutes, unintentionally rubbing her face in the puddle of semen she created on impact as she squirms around in misery. After sufficiently recovering from her shock Scarlett quickly learns to crawl, then pulls herself up to a standing position next to the bed, but she can only maintain it by holding on for dear life. She tries to look around for the shower, but a book placed prominently on a stand across the room catches her eye.

"So you woke up as a clone" The cover states in big bold letters, clearly left for her to read if she has any questions after the debriefing, though they explained the situation to her less than most new clones. She especially knew the book was meant for her, since a big picture of her own face, only slightly older, was under the title looking confused with a big question mark over her head.

"Clone?" Scarlett says out loud, as though she had never heard the word before. She was familiar with what it means, and the picture only confirmed it. "I'm... a clone?"

The unsteady Scarlett Johansson clone stumbles over to the book, nearly falling over the short distance but successfully takes her first steps in the new reality. She steadies herself on the table for a second before tumbling down to the ground with the book in hand. Scarlett gives up on moving and lays on the floor to read.

Between her blurry eyes and the constant drip of cum onto every page, the horrified young clone has trouble even reading the information contained in the strange tome, much less believing any of it. Worldwide virus? Women **** to drink men's semen everyday? Artificial wombs? Ownership collars? She reads a part about piss addiction and bursts out laughing uncontrollably.

None of this could possibly be real. It's all too far-fetched. Too impossible. Even if it's not just a bad dream, which the pain told her it was not, it's pretty clear someone is pulling a horrible prank on her. Scarlett vows silently to punch whoever is responsible for this in the face, and probably that King guy too. What kind of fake name is Burgerking Ruthschrissteakhouse anyway? Is that the best he could think of? She hopes the ridiculous alias doesn't keep the police from finding the asshole later while wobbling unsteadily to the shower.

Now that she was getting used to her own body, fine motor control began slowly returning to the unfortunate young clone, though her muscles still seemed weak and sore from the slightest effort. She washes the old semen off of her face knowing she's supposed to be viewing it as medicine, but is disgusted at the thought of falling for the depraved trick. She gives it no second thought as it swirls down the drain while she lathers her body with soap.

Even if they are just messing with her, it's pretty clear they are at least holding her hostage, probably. They left her no clothes, but Scarlett wraps the towel around her body when the shower is finished, to cover up before deciding what to do next.

"Go to Pep if I want to learn something, go to King if I want a job." Scarlett remembers to herself. The one calling himself 'Pepsi' seemed significantly nicer and she might be able to convince him to explain what's really going on here. But on the other hand, it's her new job in life to break King's nose, so it might be better to go see him and punch the clock real quick.

On the OTHER other hand, it could be better to just try to escape and figure things out on her own.

She walks much more confidently now, as she approaches the door and makes her decision.