Are We Human?

Chapter 6

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mentions of rape and sexual (sorta) content. If you are uncomfortable reading such material, please message me and I will explain what happens in the chapter. Please do not read if this could even potentially trigger you. You're safety is much more important than this story. Thank you!

I was sulking in my room after dinner that day when I heard a sharp tap on my dorm room door. To say I was confused would be an understatement. Guards refused to even enter this building unless under specific order to and I had no other friends that hadn't been drafted.

Another knock came, this time accompanied by three extra ones, adding to the desperation and demanding tone of the call. I quickly got off of my cot, settling my notebook and pen back on my little wooden shelf. I flattened down my rumpled T-Shirt and made my way to the dusty door. 

I took a deep breath in and opened the door quickly. "Oh... my God." I breathed out. 

"May I come in?" The guard asked, a giant smirk plastered onto his faces. His eyes held a suggestive look that made me squirm under their gaze. 

I could feel my hand shake against the brass doorknob. "I'm not supposed to allow people who I don't know the name of into my room." I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and covered my face behind my fringe. I didn't want him to know just how nervous he could make me. He'd just take it and run. 

"Pj." 

"What?"

"My name's Pj. Pj Liguori." He spoke kindly, as if he were talking to a young child who refused to understand. I felt a sort of anger flare within me, but didn't let it show. "And I know you're Number 476. There, now we know each other."

I huffed, not being able to contain my rage anymore. "My name isn't 'Number 476'. It's Dan. Now, if you'd excuse me." I began to shut the door but I felt a hand press flat against the wood, cancelling my force on it. 

For a second I was scared that he was going to get me in trouble for knowing my Original's name, but my heart sank even more when he spoke up. "Now, come on. We both know I'm not going to leave that easily." Pj leaned forward as he spoke, door swinging just a little bit wider and allowing him a greater view of the room. He was wearing skinny jeans and a T-Shirt, yet he still had his ring of keys and his badge hanging from his belt loop, the metal clanging together obnoxiously loud whenever he made even the smallest movements. Shit, I thought. I forgot about that stupid thing. 

I cursed to myself silently but gestured for him to step inside. He smiled at me slyly and quickly stepped deep into the room. He pretended to be invested in his looking around, but I could tell even from behind him that he was uninterested in what he saw. He set a finger down on my shelf and slid it across the surface, a small amount of dust being brushed free into the air. 

"So..." I began awkwardly, still standing alone in the doorway. Pj immediately spun around at my voice, seemingly at the speed of light, grabbed my waist in his overly toned hands and planted his mouth firmly on my lips. I gasped suddenly at his outburst, but quickly recovered and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I kissed back even though this whole thing was absolutely revolting to me. His lips were rough and worn, as if millions of lips had already tasted their cigarettes and desperate lust. His fingers pressed into my sides painfully, his touch burning and bruising. He didn't love me, he loved the thought of using me. I didn't like the idea of being someone's little toy; someone they can play with for a while but later discard at their choosing when they got bored or found a newer, better, skinnier model. 

Phil never touched me like that. His lips were always so soft and delicate, making sure they'd kissed me with love and passion more than lust before proceeding. His nimble fingers were light and gentle, feeling like tiny feathers as they danced across my skin. He'd gaze down at me, adoration making his usually dull eyes glow. He'd whisper sweet nothings in my ear, making sure I was enjoying everything just as much as he was. He loved me. He made me feel like I was really worth something. 

The sudden thoughts of Phil made me tense and pull away. "Pj." I spoke as our lips disconnected with a satisfying 'pop'.

He roughly grabbed my hips once more and pulled them towards him, his fingers curling in the front belt loops. "You've been asking for this. You can't leave me hanging now." His voice sounded almost angry as he spoke against my neck. He then began to attack the sensitive area, lips and teeth clashing with my tanned skin. 

Tears welled up in my eyes. This couldn't be happening. I had no idea what to do. I've heard of this happening before to some other clones, but I never imagined myself in this sort of situation. If I say yes and keep going, I thought, I'll be betraying Phil and cheating on him. But if I say no, I won't get the keys. And Pj probably wouldn't listen anyways. He's a guard, he'll never get in trouble for this shit. 

Coming to the difficult conclusion of it all, I moaned just the slightest bit and moved my head to the side, granting him a greater access. He smiled against my skin and let his hands travel up my shirt. His chilling fingers left their scorch marks up and down my sides and chest. I gasped as they burned and he smirked. 

I quickly grabbed the keys off of his belt and threw them over towards the far, dark corner of the room in one swift motion. I wasn't completely thinking straight, guilt and involuntary pleasure coursing through my veins, but at least I had gotten something done. 

Pj didn't seem to register the new loss of weight on his pants and instead slammed me against the wall behind my back. He was still vigorously kissing me, tongue shoving itself down my throat. The sudden impact to the dry wall made me groan in pain, but I quickly covered it with a false moan. He gestured for me to jump, so I did and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. I was surprised when he didn't collapse under my weight but instead grabbed my ass and bit my bottom lip, hard. 

He spun us around and practically threw me against the thin bed. He crawled on top of me before I even had the chance to breath, head directly over mine and eyes gazing down at my body hungrily. They held no love or affection, only anger and lust. I had to get out of this. 

"Pj." I placed my hands firmly against his chest and attempted to push him off just as he resumed attacking my neck. "Pj, stop." 

He pulled away in the slightest bit and glared down at me. "Why should I?" He let his hands wander down to my nether regions and gave them a tight squeeze. I gasped. 

"Just shut up before I have to call Grant and have him get the whip."

I looked back at him with wide and disbelieving eyes. I didn't think he'd actually call the head of this whole camp just because I didn't want to have sex with him. I thought he couldn't possibly be that cruel.

Clearly, I was wrong. 

I nodded slightly at him in submission and he smirked in response before removing both of our shirts. His desperate and needy hands slid down my torso and I squirmed in discomfort beneath them, but didn't tell him no. I stared at the ceiling directly above me, willing my mind to become as blank as the white canvas itself. 

I closed my eyes tight, locked my brain up, and gave in.