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“Pack your fucking bags so you can tell him yourself.”
Dane turns to leave, but before he makes it to the door, he looks back over his shoulder and says, “You better not fuck this up, old man, because this isn’t about making friends. It’s the end of the fucking world.”
Dane’s words land hard, because I know how true they are.
With the way things were headed before we took the Keep, it’s likely over ninety percent of humanity is dead. In this city, that number is probably higher.
All because someone on a power trip wanted control.
Why do I even care after so much has been taken from me?
I guess giving up just isn’t in my blood.
I need to know that this wasn’t all done in vain. That the sacrifices we made matter.
Dane’s right. Russ’s crew isn’t who I should be concerned with. He has his Legion; I have the Keep. Not that I can keep anyone safe at this point.
It’s an unsolvable puzzle. Closing home base would almost guarantee the men and women under my charge would remain safe from the world outside, but they’d tear each other apart from the inside out. It’s bad enough having to live in forced celibacy, but watching your teammates grow their families, knowing they’re getting their dicks sucked each night—fuck—there’d be war.
And the only fucking person who can give me answers — the goddamn mad scientist locked up in the holding—refuses to speak.
There’s no fucking way I’m going to let that bastard get away with what he’s done. I’ve been way too fucking easy on him.
Storming towards the holding without a plan is a mistake. Sloppiness doesn’t get results, but then again, carefully crafted lessons in torture and pain haven’t either.
Maybe it’s time to let the fucking poultry necromancer see how crazy things can get for him when he doesn’t obey.
I press my hand to the scanner, and the doors separate, allowing me to enter the holding.
The room is brightly lit, as it always is. It’s a method used to soften the prisoners before breaking them.
The girl sits up in her cot and grows visibly tense. She should consider herself lucky that she’s gone so long unmolested. Perhaps that will soon end, but for now, I have more important things to worry about.
I approach the scientist’s cell, trying to figure out how to get through to him. He doesn’t care about his kids, and offers of comfort have fallen on deaf ears. He hasn’t responded to threats of execution and something tells me that offering up pussy wouldn’t work either.
There has to be something that makes him tick.
I could cut his damn balls off. One at a time. Flaying flesh from nut until he begs me to stop.
But as I’m about to growl the threat, the bold voice of the other prisoner carries over to me.
“Maybe if you offer to claim him and put a baby in his belly, he’ll respond better,” the girl says sardonically, and despite myself, I have to laugh.
“Didn’t seem to work for—” My thoughts disappear as I turn towards the girl, startled by her lack of clothes.
She’s a tiny thing, with pale curves that stand out against the abysmal cell.
When she first came to us, she looked rabid, her makeup smeared across her face, extensions coming out of her blonde hair. Seeing her standing naked, chin up, golden mane cascading over her shoulders to hide her proud breasts, it’s like I’m not even staring at the same woman.
“What were you saying?” she says, her voice dripping with sweet innocence. Her hand glides up her shapely waist to the small curve of her breast.
Jesus fucking Christ,I need to get out of here right the hell now before my dick explodes.
“If only there were a way to pass the time,” she says, her tone sultry.
“I’d be careful if I were you, little girl.”
She giggles lightly, triggering my adrenaline. The filthy things I want to do to her cannot be overstated.
