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I clear my throat and manage a stern, "Of course not."
"Little liar." His thumb strokes my cheek. "But like I said, it doesn't matter. You kiss him and you don't want it. So if you want me to keep cooperating so you can keep this job of yours, you'll kiss me, too."
"That's blackmail," I breathe, both horrified and titillated.
"Don't care. Do we have an agreement?"
Before I can answer, the lights come back on.
8
VICTOR
The lights return, the door lock clicks into place, and my collar hums as it comes online again, shivering at my throat to remind me of its presence.
Bee pulls away, startled and breathless. I can tell by the look on her face that she wasn't expecting my request. She needs time to think about it. That's fine. I've got nothing but time. What's interesting to me is that the more that I pushed for her to kiss me, the more aroused her scent grew. She protests at the thought of being coerced into putting her mouth on mine…but she's still interested. She was more aroused from my suggestion than she's ever been from her so-called boyfriend and his mouth touching hers.
Before I can say anything, the shock-collar lights up, tightening around my throat and sending a harsh surge of energy through my system. I remember to pretend to be affected, and stagger backward, making choking noises as I do.
"Crulden?" Bee gasps, reaching for me. "Victor?"
I don't answer, closing my eyes and pretending to be lost in the pain of the shock-collar. I'm secretly pleased at her distress, though. She's worried about me, though she doesn't need to be. It's still nice to see.
"Female," one of the guards calls through the window. "Come away from him! Come to the door. You're free!"
She makes an exasperated noise in her throat, reaching out and touching my hand. The shock travels through her system and she yelps, quickly drawing back. "You're hurting him! Stop!"
"The power is back on," the guards call, frantic. "You can escape now!"
"I'm not IN any danger," she bellows back, and then mutters under her breath. "Oaf." I hear her steps move away from me, and the door buzzes as she opens it and steps outside. "Are you shocking him? Turn it off!"
"Are you hurt?" they ask, clearly worried for the female who'd been trapped with a monster like me for all of a few moments.
Bee's irritation is clear. "Of course I'm not hurt. He won't hurt me. He's trying very hard and you're not supporting him, you know. Turning on the shock-collar the moment you feel in control is a terrible, cowardly thing to do."
"But—"
"Turn it off right now," Bee demands. Her voice is no longer delicate or sweet. It is furious, and I'm impressed that she's let her facade slip to defend me. "Turn it off right now or we're going to have to talk about how Crulden was the only one that thought about my safety when the power went off. Because I didn't see you two rushing in there. Do I need to point this out to your supervisors? Or are we understanding each other clearly now?"
The collar turns off, the buzzing ceasing. Even though it's not enough to truly affect me, it's annoying and I'm glad it's gone. I rub my throat, opening my eyes to glare at the two useless guards. Bee's hands are on her hips, and she's glaring at them equally.
I find this…charmingly adorable.
After Bee leaves for the day and I'm alone in my cell, the guards flick the lights off. "Night night, Crulden," one calls, and the other laughs.
I don't mind. The darkness doesn't bother me. It lets me think. I have a great many things to think about today.
I sort through my memories—or rather, Crulden's memories. It doesn't bother me that I've been cloned from him. That I've got no memories except his remnants and whatever's been implanted in my mind. The more I sort through his memories and feelings, the less they feel like mine. Those brutal arena fights? The feeling of ripping someone's spine out through their back? Those are someone else's joys. There's an old, ugly memory of a female—something with green skin and big, sad eyes—shrieking in terror as Crulden stalks towards her in the arena, but I don't dig deeper.
The one that I'm cloned from might have wanted to hurt females, but I don't. It's not a fair fight. They're not even competing.
I think of Bee, instead of delving deeper into those memories. I think of the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I scented it for the first time today, and I already know I need more of it. I think about that scent and what her cunt would feel like if I got to touch her. Would she be as soft there, between her thighs? As plump and touchable as everywhere else? Or is the texture different? I search through my spotty memories, but I come to no answer for this. I imagine her smooth and sweet, then, a dusky pink like her mouth. I imagine droplets of her arousal sliding down her rounded thighs as she crosses her legs, and my cock aches with so much need that it sets me on edge. The cot will be destroyed if I use it, so I grab the blanket from the end of the bed and move to the darkest, most shadowy corner in my room and sink to the floor. I haul the blanket over my front, sitting with my back to the wall and my knees up.
