"Wake up, little cutie, wake up."
Maize heard the words and couldn't figure out if she was dreaming or hallucinating.
"Wake up. You're more beautiful in person than in the picture. I'm glad I came."
Her eyelid flipped open. She saw a huge mass of pink flesh before her. It was a man-thing with fatty eyelids, a line for lips, and a nose too small for his face.
Ack. Why hadn't the Finders fixed him? Why was he allowed to look like that?
Maize jumped out of bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, attempting to wipe the sleep and horror from her eyes. But she couldn't wipe the horror away. There he was in full flesh. A man with a huge belly, shirtless, and pantless, lying on his side.
"Hon. Billo, at your service, comes over here." He tapped the bed with a stocky hand. " I promise I won't hurt you."
"I wouldn't give you a chance, too, you lump of pale dung." She said, knowing he could do with her as he pleased because she was trapped. Two guards were outside her room, and the window too high to escape through.
"Hmm, I heard you had a mouth on you. I welcome the challenge." He snorted and then went into a coughing spasm.
"You come near me, and I'll kill you." She wasn't sure how she was going to do that. He was a big man, and there was a lot of flesh. Too much for a blade to go through.
"Oh, don't mind my coughing. Once I get some of your sweet loving, I'll calm down real good." He smoothed the top of the bed with his chunky hand, patting it simultaneously with each finger. "Come here, girl, lie next to me."
"Don't you have any decency? I'm only sixteen, you're old enough to be my grandfather."
"I never liked children, so I stayed without." He played with the few wet strands of hair that covered his mostly bald head.
He kept a ridiculous smile on his face. His eyes stood like two shiny beans swagged by saggy eyelids.
"Don't make me beg. I'm already tired as it is. The flight here is always rough on my sensitive skin, and I am getting too old to chase a little squirrel-like you. I've paid a lot of nobs for you, now come, come I promise I won't hurt you, I'll be gentle as the wind in the trees."
"I wouldn't let you touch me if I was dying, and you were the last doctor in Wisteria."
"Oh, we have a joker in the room." He laughed and went into a coughing spasm.
Wrapped up in his coughing spasm, Maize walked over to the dresser and retrieved the two knives she had pilfered the day after she'd passed out in the kitchen. She'd hidden them behind one of the drawers in this room.
If this was how her life would be, sleeping with fat demons like the one on the bed, she was going to fight with all her might.
Maize knew what she had to do.
Holding the two knives behind her back, she walked over to the window for a better vantage point, then took a couple steps towards him.
"President Aberdeen wants to hurt me."
"If you come now, I won't let him."
"He's in his office, I'm sure, waiting to get your report on my performance."
"We're all alone cutie, you can be as loud as you want to me. He and most of the agents are downtown getting ready to hang my imposter."
Maize took a step and twirled. "You think we could do it in the president's office?"
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Deprived
AventuraThe state of Wisteria lies in a desert wasteland, formerly known as the United States. The tyrannical president and the elite live in luxury while the Wanderers live in squalor. Maize, a 16-year-old girl, hates the president while everyone adores h...