"No shit. Jax." Exotica responds, raising her eyebrow. He sits on her bed, and Exotica curls away from him. He sighs and lays next to her. Her flight or fight instincts kick in, and the minute she feels the bed sink lower from his weight, she shifts and right to possibly toss him off the mattress. But, eventually, she tires and halts, breathing heavily. "Are you quite finished?" He asks, smiling. This is even worse than trying to survive a week in the woods, during winter, no shelter, or food or water, Exotica thinks, despairingly. "Why so quiet?" He asks, Exotica hearing the faint smile on his voice. “Maybe because I was kidnapped and brought under my will.” She says, sarcastically. Jax quiets, and sighs faintly. “Yʼknow something? I sometimes, wish I'd met you under, eh, certain circumstances.” He says, staring up at the popcorn-ceiling. She snorts. “How so? On a dating site?” She mocks.
KNOCK! Knock! “Are yʼall done, making out already?” A male, masculine voice, groans from behind the door. Jax leaps from the bed, and drags a cart, and that Exotica hadn't noticed, to a side of the bed. He, quickly, puts on latex gloves, a smock, and preps a needle. “A-almost ready!” He stammers. Exotica groans inwardly, as she was getting used to human contact. “Leaving already?” She says, grinning. Jax cuts her a look, and Exotica sticks her tongue out at him. The door opens and a tall, dark male steps inside. He resembles Jax, and that other one, Ax. He frowns at Exotica.
“It still isn't talking, huh?” He sneers at her. Exotica growls at him, and bares her fangs. “Ugh. It even looks like an animal.” He grimaces in digust. Jax tenses, as every mean remark hits his bones, like icicles pricking his skin. The man tightens her ropes, and Exotica struggles, but the man digs a claw into her skin, drawing blood. “Animals stay still. Calm down, or I'll do worse.” He whispers in her ear, “Much. Worse.” He injects her then she goes into uncontrollable spasms. Then, she flops unconsciously, back onto the bed.
“Keep your emotions in check, brother.” The man says, sneering back, at his little brother. He sighs as if annoyed. “OK, Max. But don't you have somewhere to be?” He smirks. “Oh shiiiit!” Max says, in surprise as glances at his watch. “Thank you! Brother.” Max shouts at he races out of the room, late for an appointment, maybe. Jax peers at Exotica.
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Temperament
Science FictionThe year is 2090. The world is on the brink of extinction. Everywhere you look is choas, rats and bugs run rampant in the street, feasting on dead flesh, and dead bodies lay in the street, buildings are crack ed and crumbling, disease and sickness i...
