Eutopia (Lloyd Hansen AU)

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T/W - This chapter contains attempted SA. Please proceed with caution. 

With Lloyd away, Autumn felt somewhat relieved that she could go about her days without worrying about what dinner to prepare, what lingerie to wear for when her husband would want them to go to bed, even just having the bed to herself was quite nice.

He was watching her, she knew that much and still continued as she would have if he were there, going to town, baking, cleaning. She had nothing to hide anyway. 

The life of a privileged housewife.

And she was even though she really couldn't see it.

Autumn wondered whether all the other wives were treated the same way, whether their experiences were more positive or more negative than her own. She was always told she was lucky, but just how 'lucky' was she?

She had decided to bake a cake on Lloyd's return and had gone into town to pick up the ingredients that were needed, everyone knowing exactly who she was and greeting her.

She didn't know how many 'Good afternoon, Mrs Hansen's' she could take. It was never ending. She barely knew any of these people, other than the odd two faces of Madelyn and Lucy, and yet they all knew her.

Heading home, she spent the rest of the afternoon idly flipping through some magazines and then cooking dinner, before the doorbell rang sometime after. 

Autumn frowned. She barely had visitors at this time of night, even Eva. It was a time for husbands and wives to spend with one another after a day of being apart. Time that was crucial to everyone if the project was to thrive.

She made for the front door and opened it, seeing Denny stood there. "Good evening, Autumn". He smiled in a way that she thought strange. 

"Mr Carmichael?" 

"Please, call me Denny, we're friends after all now that you've married Lloyd. May I come in?" 

She hesitated. "Lloyd is away, if you were hoping to speak with him?" 

"Actually, it's you that I wanted to talk to". He told her. 

Autumn paused, debating about doing so but curious as to what he had to say, and stepped aside to let him pass. "Would you like a drink?" She asked, showing him through to the sitting room. "We've got a lot of whiskey; it's the only thing Lloyd will drink". She said, walking over to the mini bar. 

"A whiskey would be great, thanks". Denny now said, looking around the room. "You're all settled? The house looks beautiful by the way". 

She nodded and put some ice into the glass, "I am. And it's Lloyd's tastes, not mine. I just...clean". She shrugged, walking over and passing him the drink. 

Denny chuckled, "You're much more than a cleaner Autumn...and it seems that Lloyd is treating you well?" 

"He is..."

"But?" Denny now sensed she was about to say something else. 

"But..." Autumn began, "it's just waiting for me to finally conceive, that's all". She didn't even know why she was telling him this. Perhaps because she'd spent most of her days alone and with no one to really confide in. 

Denny shrugged. "He knows we can achieve that in other ways, Lloyd was never meant to have taken a wife anyway, it wasn't our plans to - and then you showed up..." He paused. "It was that I came to speak with you about actually..." He put the glass down and turned serious. 

"It was?" 

He moved slowly towards her. "Autumn, the programme is to breed, and seeing as I'm not planning on taking a wife of my own? I want you..." 

She felt sick. "I'm sorry? I...I don't understand. I'm Lloyd's wife..." 

"And thus, the property of Eutopia, which means you also are my property". Her feet slowly took her backwards and away from him. "Autumn, if Lloyd can't even achieve making a kid of his own? Then maybe I can for myself..." 

"No..." She turned to run, but he grabbed her and slammed her into the wall, now ripping some of the buttons open on the front of her dress. 

"C'mon Autumn, he doesn't even need to know!" Denny hissed as she struggled against him.

Autumn felt her hand make a fist and then on autopilot, it connected with Denny's face, causing him to stumble back. "Get out!" She yelled, making as much distance between them as possible.

Denny held his face and then stared at her. "Now that's not wifely behaviour..." 

"I am not your wife!" She told him adamantly, grabbing the nearest object that was a vase for some form of protection. "I am Lloyd's! He may be your friend, your 'partner' in setting this all up and running this place? But he would never let you anywhere near me in that way". Her hands and her voice shook, trying to sound brave but failing slightly. 

Still pained by his injury, Denny glared at her. "You may just come to regret this, Mrs Hansen". 

"I said get out!" She half screamed as he walked out furiously, Autumn running and locking the front door as well as the back before beginning to sob as the shock and realisation set in. 

He could've gone further...

She quickly ran upstairs and shut herself in the bedroom, then going to shower and scrub all traces of Denny's touch from her. He'd ruined her dress, but that was the least of her worries. 

Would he come back? Would he try anything? 

Would Lloyd see should he access the cameras and footage? 

Did Lloyd even know? Had he told Denny he had permission to 'breed' her? 

God, she hated that word.

Autumn would soon have her answer once her husband was home from his mission, and she didn't know what exactly to expect. 

All she knew that was from now on? She was staying as far away from Denny Carmicheal as possible.