She isn’t the one on the phone.

“Lisa, we’re the megalith police department and we have some questions about your family.” You find yourself in the police station identifying yourself. You’re sitting in a dark room with a police officer.

“Well Lisa, your brother was arrested this morning for attempting to steal from a gas station on the megalith border. A police officer lost his life during the car chase that resulted. The reason we need you is because…” The police officer looks away and a slave officer walks in and says “because he has taken a plea deal, and you as his sister will be made a slave. He will serve half of his sentence in jail and you will serve for life in slavery.”

You couldn’t protest, you couldn’t object. A needle was pressed into your neck and you passed out cold. When you woke up you were in the back of a truck. You were dressed in the slave uniform only it felt weird… like it wasn’t something you were wearing. The uniform is your new skin, it’s fused with your body and left you stuck from the top of your head to your toes.

The only places where skin pokes out is your mouth, nose holes, pussy, and asshole. your eyes can see through the hoods eyes but none can see your eyes. You look at your ID number and see your new identity, 1150.