A World Without Sun discussion

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Amelia sat quietly on her bed, her long blonde hair twisted into a braid that was slung over her shoulder. She was wearing a light blue sundress—it was more of an off white, really. She started at the clock, praying no one visited her.

The guard let the young man to the room and used a keycard to unlock the door. It clicked open, “enjoy.”

Amelia looked at him, terrified. “Oh—umm—hi. I’m Amelia.” She stood from her bed, standing about a head shorter than him. She was curvy in all the right places. Amelia avoided eye contact, too shy to meet his eyes.

Amelia blushed when he looked at her, then her room. She toyed with her braid. “This—Umm—this is my first time,” she admitted.

She blushed brighter red at the mention of her eyes. “Th-thanks.”

She finally looked at him, confused by his questions. He’d heart stories of how rough guys were during breeding hours, and how they only came for sex and then left. What was with his obsession with his watch? And the notepad? “I—umm—I don’t like it here... no one does...” she cleared her throat, “I mean,” she put on a fake smile, “I love it here. Sex is great and what we’re doing is amazing.” What if her supervisor was listening and heard her badmouthing the system? She’d get into trouble for sure.

She looked him over. She didn’t think he was ugly. Though, she didn’t really see many men. She looked around at her room, as if she could see whatever cameras or sound devises he was talking about. “They can’t hear or see us?”

She sat on the edge of her bed. “Oh, okay,” she toyed with her hair. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” That meant he was six years older. How was this his first time visiting a breeder? “So... you think my eyes are pretty?” She moved a bit closer to him, examining his face more.

She batted her long lashes, “thanks,” she blushed. “S-so you’ve never visited a breeder before? Be you ever.. you know... don’t it before?” It being sex.

She tilted her head, curious. Amelia crawled across the bed and sat in his lap, straddling him. Her heart pounded in her chest. Maybe having her first time be with someone who also hadn’t done it before wouldn’t be so bad? “What if I’m really close and you whisper? Then can you tell me?” She whispered, her voice more seductive than she meant for it to be.

Her heart stopped. Her breath caught. She wasn’t sure if it was the feel of his breath on her ear, the position they were sitting in, or the offer of freedom, but she was turned on beyond comprehension. Amelia swallowed the lump forming in her throat and nodded, “I-I’d like that,” she squeaked.

Her face went bright red and she jumped off him. She moved as far away from him as she could, while still staying on the bed, and clenched her thighs together. “S-sorry.” She avoided looking at him.

She slowly moved back towards him, watching him. Was he trying to make it look like they’d done the dirty? Her throat felt tight. She couldn’t speak. She wasn’t sure what she’d say if she could.

Unsafe? Stay with him? She nodded. She could handle that, right?

Amelia didn’t move. She let him make a mess of her hair and makeup. When he was finished she leaned towards him and kissed his cheek, then his neck, leaving little lipstick marks on his skin. She pulled back after, “th-there. Not you look perfect.” She avoided looking at him again. “I’ll... I’ll wait patiently fkf when you come back,” she assured him. He seemed nice enough. But what if he wasn’t? What if he was going to be worse than this place? No, she couldn’t start spiralling.

((Sure))

The guard walked the young man back to the reception area, where he was thanked for coming and escorted out of the building.

Amina was sitting on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her long hair fell around her like a waterfall. Her body trembled when someone entered. She keeper up and a wave of relief washed over her. “You came back.” She hadn’t actually expected him to. She sat up straiter, exposing the light bruises on her neck and the black eye that was starting to swell down. “I thought you forgot about me.”

She was a bit hurt that he didn’t seem more concerned. Of course he wasn’t. Why would he be? She was just some breeder. “A guy came the other day... he wasn’t very nice,” she didn’t look at him, her gaze fixated on the floor. She wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him.

She sniffled and nodded. The hug was awkward, but still nice. She got up and changed out of her dress and into some jeans and a tank top. She kept her back to him as she dressed. She grabbed the few sentimental things she had and stuffed them into her pockets. She rushed to the washroom and brushed her hair before braiding it. She came out and hugged herself. “How are you going to sneak me out?”

((I fell asleep))

Amelia yelped when the chunk of wall fell. There was no way her supervisor didn’t hear that. They were going to get caught for sure! She stuck close to him.

((Thanks :) ))

Amelia looked up at him, her body shaking with fear.

She walked up to him, “w-what do you need me to do?”

Amelia nodded and did as she was told.

((Thanks, but I have all the characters I need for the story :) ))

Her brows pinched together. She had no idea what he was going on about but it didn’t sound good. “You’re scaring me,” she admitted. She felt like a child. She had no idea what was happening.

She nodded and stepped towards him.

((Can you please wait until I post to post again?))

Amelia whimpered and curled into him.

((Yeah, there would be))

“Hey! Stop right there!” A guard yelled, spotting Sethen.

Amelia looked over his shoulder, holding tightly onto his jacket, “I don’t see them,” she whispered, as if the guards could hear her from wherever they were.

Amelia whimpered, “can’t you just use a gadget to fry it or something?” Her face went white when she saw the operating room.

She looked his face over worriedly. What if something went wrong? All the possibilities ran through her mind, making her dizzy. She ended up nodding. She’s just have to trust him.

Her eyes watered. She walked over and climbed onto the bed. She lied town as instructed and squeezed her eyes shut, counting to 100 in her head. Hopefully it would be over soon.

Amelia could hear the robots working, but was relieved that she didn’t feel anything. She relaxed as they worked.

“Okay,” she whispered, doing her best to stay perfectly still.

“Are they almost done?” Amelia whimpered.

Amelia got up slowly. Exhaustion washed over her, but she managed to fight it off for now. “I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Amelia looked at him funny. Was this guy insane? Had she chosen the wrong person to trust? “I-I think so?”

Amelia followed, stumbling a bit as she ran. When they got to the sewer entrance she frowned, “we’re not going down there, are we?”

Amelia whimpered and debated on running. She didn’t know her way around, but maybe she could stay hidden? She heard voices and gasped, climbing down into the sewer after him.

“I heard voices,” she followed close behind him, “but I didn’t see anyone.”

Amelia followed him inside and groaned at the sight of the staircase. She just wanted to lay down. “Is the workshop at the top of the stairs?” She asked hopefully, following him up.

She nodded went right to the couch. She curled up on it and passed out within moments.

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