A world which nanobots can repair the human body. Landed in the hands of the most cunning and devious underworld king. Many have died attempting to steal it, but only one has survived because the ruthless leader was smitten by her beauty.
The intent...
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There's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.
The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.
I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hired to retrieve me that can be a good conversation tonight but for now I need to focus on the safety of whats left of family. Things are somewhat easy now that I'm used to socializing and just giving people small talk with simple answers.
No wonder dare ask about my background which is very surprising. Aren't these the usual questioned ask? I guess things are just different with the high society they have people knowing who you are and what you can do for them. I am for sure, not known for anything in this society perhaps they just know me as some lowlife who Charles was able to acquire in some third world country. It's a thing amongst them, owning pure human lives.
It always fascinates me how these folks communicate with one another. The amount of power and control they want is on an entirely another scale. Despite the fact that humanity have not yet conquered Mars, I find myself in this situation where individuals are already demanding who and what should be done and sent over there. One planet is definitely not enough for these people gauging how small the world is and only a few nation is left to be conquered fully.
Most citizens, I believe, are fortunate in that they are so unaware of this cruel society that they may go about their daily lives in a normal manner. We were really a tiny level to go up against anybody in this room, and I wouldn't have known about Charles if we hadn't crossed him. But there's nothing I could do but hold on to Charles's words when he says that as long as I remain in my lane, the people I care about will always be safe.
In his arms, I wake up completely nude, and I can feel his hands caressing my breast. He spins me around and kisses me on the lips. His kisses were deep, and I could feel him sucking the bottom of my lip before he pulled me away from him. This is what he does every time we wake up, just before another cycle of pleasure begins. It is my intention to make Charles' day pleasant and full of pleasure, since I have finally had the confidence to gear up and ask him if I may see Carly and possibly meet her family one more time.
