It's the year 2038 and a deadly virus has consumed the world for more than 14 years.
In Denmark, an unknown politician took it upon himself to create a safe space from the infected. As long as you abide by the 8 Obligations, you are allowed to live...
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This house is definitely not like any other household. My educators take me back to the facility every night and then return me in the morning. Protectors escorts us all the time. I'm never left completely alone with the family, which makes me think that the educators know something is wrong. That they know if they leave me, I won't be alive the next day. And it scares the shit out of me.
"Pretty-boy..." The young woman calls, or rather almost sings her nickname for me. "Come here please."
Reluctant, I leave the kitchen. I keep my eyes on the ground, not wanting to risk giving them any reason to punish me any more than they already do.
"Yes, miss?"
She clears her throat but doesn't give me any order. I glance slightly at her, and she gestures to the ground with her head.
Great. More humiliation.
I kneel next to her.
She clears her throat once more.
I breathe deeply as I bend forward and places my hands at the floor. I can almost sense my educators' enjoinment watching this a bit too much.
"That's a good boy." She pats me on the head. "Now, rest there a bit while I finish my meal. If you are a good boy, you can lick my plate."
Much to my discontent, my stomach growls in response and my mouth waters. I haven't had anything else than mashed insects to eat since I was removed from section A, and I only get one tiny portion every night after work.
I wish I had the strength to tell her to fuck off and take my punishment with just a tiny shred of dignity, but I can't. I'm so hungry, I would do anything for something resembling food.
I lie on the ground on my hands and elbows like a dog, waiting for the opportunity to lick the plate clean. Once in a while, she runs her fingers through my hair while she eats. And she eats for what feels like an eternity. My body is aching and my stomach growling.
"Pretty-boy hungry?" she asks in a high pitch voice, and I'm beginning to wonder if I should bark my answer. But I'm pretty sure that won't be a good idea. Instead, I answer her the politest way I can think of.
"Yes, miss. Very much, miss." I look up at her with puppy dog eyes - pun intended. "May I please have your plate, miss?"
"Such a sweet little boy." She pats me once more. "Here, enjoy."
She sets the plate down in front of me and I attack it. I can't control myself. I lick the plate clean for every drop while she laughs and claps her hands together. My educators are amused too, but I can't care about that right now. My tastebuds are exploding with pleasure.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The commander's voice shocks me, and I instantly feel ashamed. Oh, how I hate that he had to see me like this...
