Fallout: Vault 69

Chapter 6 - Candy Miller

ITENSE SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. TRIGGER WARNING

Vaguely, in the back of his mind Tomas could have sworn he heard his bodyguard barking in outrage at what he was doing. He'd never really understood why she'd been assigned to him at first, but now he was beginning to understand just how desperate some of these women were for the few amenities the Overseer promised as 'compensation' for carrying his child. And just how foolish he'd been to think they would be anything but.

Now he was paying the price.

He had no way of knowing how long he'd been caught up in the mob of estrogen, but eventually, Robin must have managed to hack her way through to him. He could feel the tight grips squeezing his wrists, shoulders, and hair lessen, and a cry of outrage settled around him. They just dropped him without warning, or so he thought until he managed to look up in time to see the tip of a baton swinging to and fro.

Finally free, Tomas responded like any small animal that had just escaped the fearsome and hungry maw of a starved predator would. On hands and knees, he scrambled past legs and feet, going unseen while Robin kept them distracted. The light at the end of the tunnel finally made its appearance, and he broke through with a gasp. But he didn't dare stop. Even with his bodyguard calling out for him, he made a break for an empty hallway, running for the sole purpose of prolonging his survival until the sounds of rage and pain began to fade.

By the time he finally came to a stop he was out of breath, panting, with bullets of sweat dripping down his face and neck. He liked to think that this made him safe, but he'd never been much of a runner, and the endless hallways of the vault made it seem like he'd only traveled a few feet. Unable to take another step, he finally settled against one of the cool metal walls and allowed his butt to sink towards the floor.

Given a moment to himself, he tried to do a little personal inspection to see if he'd been hurt. Miraculously, it seemed like all he got was a few cuts and maybe a bruise or two. No doubt in part due to long-nailed hands grasping for his clothes and person. To his embarrassment, he quickly realized the fly to his jumpsuit had been torn open, allowing the light blue color of his boxers to stand out. He chuckled, unable to help it. The sheer impossibility of what had just happened was threatening his sanity, if only for a moment. When it passed, however, all he could do was frown.

Seriously, what even was his life anymore? He felt like he was losing his mind, and just when he felt like he might be able to get a handle on things he was nearly torn apart by a group of women who might have done God knows what if he hadn't gotten away. Even worse, it was only after he started running that he realized he didn't have anyone or anywhere he could run too.

His family was basically MIA, not that he even wanted to see his mother at this point.

The only time he got to see his sister was when she was passed out on her bed but given just how little help she had been and the way she'd been treating him since this began she ranked only slightly lower on his list of people he wanted to avoid than their mother.

He couldn't rely on his teacher anymore as she had all but given him the boot and tossed him out to the wolves.

Even Camille had started to act... weird lately, staring at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention and glaring at him when she knew he was. Not to mention she hardly said a word to him anymore, even when they were alone together. Today had been what felt like the first full sentence he'd heard from her lips in two whole days. The one before that had been asking him to pass the ketchup.

He'd thought talking to his teacher would help calm him down, but he quickly realized he'd never felt more stressed than he had after they last spoke.

"Hello..." a bright and cheery voice called to his right, from the same direction he'd just finished running from. Still sitting on the floor, Tomas felt his eyes widen and the instinct to flee flared to live once again.