Tainted
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,817
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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“Prostitution at your age isn’t healthy Ms. Marks.”
The RX’s words were hollow to him, the green light of his personal light orb that hovered over his right shoulder only made the hard florescent light of the medical room even more surreal while Josh’s own soft pink orb over his left shoulder made the room dance with a strange duality of the forest and flesh. The doctor stood up extracting the long tool from between his legs and handing her a simple grey tunic and her personal items so she could get dressed.
“The hymen in torn in 3 places but I’ve repaired them and the gash on your head.”
“I’m telling you he raped me!” Josh was crying again, why they assumed she was a whore, she was too young to be a whore.
“With your brain activity.” The RX started, causing Josh to tense up and freeze “You not just a little girl you have the synapses of an adult. If this was rape why didn’t we find a suppressor in your evo-charm?”
Josh lifted his wrist looking to the metal bracelet and it’s blinking diodes “A what?”
The RX blinks in shock “How could someone bio-boost your synapse and not program in a suppressor.”
“What are you blabbing about?” Josh screamed his face puffy and red from crying and screaming.
“Sigh, no one takes responsibility for Boosters these days ‘Oh we’ll just skip all the parent crap and inject a lifetime of knowledge in her head then cut her loose.’” The RX began rambling “Some people shouldn’t breed.”
This Josh agreed with and nodded, his voice trembled in that foreign high pitch of his “Can you install one.”
The RX sighed and moved to a table swiping boxy devices over his bracelet then frowned “Sure, come back when you have points to spend.”
“But I spent all I have…” he began crying again even as the RX was shoving him out the door with a strained whoosh “…on the trip and quarters.”
And then he was out in the hallway, naked from the waist down, covered only by the grey tunic that fell to his knees. Broke and apparently fair game to be raped by the next tentacled alien that came by. He broke down in the main chamber right outside the RX chamber and began crying.
Josh had no idea how long he sat their in the grim and filth crying but eventually he gathered himself and got up, the grimy and creaking old station seemed a lot darker, now more then ever. Josh ran, and ran. He did not stop until he reached a door marked REM, his new home. He slid his key card in the reader and waited. Nothing, the light just turned green and the door swooshed open.
“Not even a secondary scanner, if I loose the card or it gets copied.” He shivered and stepped in. The room was tiny, enough room for 4 people to stand up in, 4 beds inset to the walls, 2 of them occupied by older women, her roommates, and no room for clothes. She looked under the 2 bottom beds and saw 2 duffel bags shoved under. Under the other she saw her own duffle. She groaned and read the plate on the edge of the bottom bed “Cindy Marks” and climbed into the unoccupied bed, and cried himself to sleep.
The RX’s words were hollow to him, the green light of his personal light orb that hovered over his right shoulder only made the hard florescent light of the medical room even more surreal while Josh’s own soft pink orb over his left shoulder made the room dance with a strange duality of the forest and flesh. The doctor stood up extracting the long tool from between his legs and handing her a simple grey tunic and her personal items so she could get dressed.
“The hymen in torn in 3 places but I’ve repaired them and the gash on your head.”
“I’m telling you he raped me!” Josh was crying again, why they assumed she was a whore, she was too young to be a whore.
“With your brain activity.” The RX started, causing Josh to tense up and freeze “You not just a little girl you have the synapses of an adult. If this was rape why didn’t we find a suppressor in your evo-charm?”
Josh lifted his wrist looking to the metal bracelet and it’s blinking diodes “A what?”
The RX blinks in shock “How could someone bio-boost your synapse and not program in a suppressor.”
“What are you blabbing about?” Josh screamed his face puffy and red from crying and screaming.
“Sigh, no one takes responsibility for Boosters these days ‘Oh we’ll just skip all the parent crap and inject a lifetime of knowledge in her head then cut her loose.’” The RX began rambling “Some people shouldn’t breed.”
This Josh agreed with and nodded, his voice trembled in that foreign high pitch of his “Can you install one.”
The RX sighed and moved to a table swiping boxy devices over his bracelet then frowned “Sure, come back when you have points to spend.”
“But I spent all I have…” he began crying again even as the RX was shoving him out the door with a strained whoosh “…on the trip and quarters.”
And then he was out in the hallway, naked from the waist down, covered only by the grey tunic that fell to his knees. Broke and apparently fair game to be raped by the next tentacled alien that came by. He broke down in the main chamber right outside the RX chamber and began crying.
Josh had no idea how long he sat their in the grim and filth crying but eventually he gathered himself and got up, the grimy and creaking old station seemed a lot darker, now more then ever. Josh ran, and ran. He did not stop until he reached a door marked REM, his new home. He slid his key card in the reader and waited. Nothing, the light just turned green and the door swooshed open.
“Not even a secondary scanner, if I loose the card or it gets copied.” He shivered and stepped in. The room was tiny, enough room for 4 people to stand up in, 4 beds inset to the walls, 2 of them occupied by older women, her roommates, and no room for clothes. She looked under the 2 bottom beds and saw 2 duffel bags shoved under. Under the other she saw her own duffle. She groaned and read the plate on the edge of the bottom bed “Cindy Marks” and climbed into the unoccupied bed, and cried himself to sleep.