ZE-03 MILITARY STRAIN – REDMONT APPLICATION REVIEW
At first, the words blur. Then it all comes into focus.
Deeper bonding. Romantic fixation. Suggestion imprinting. Command testing. Emotional dependency sustained through sexual bonding.
My hands shake.
Command testing underway.
Ideal for the development of compliant units. Soldier-class obedience with emotional loyalty to command. Highest success observed when the subject forms strong emotional attachment to command figure.
The lines swim. I blink, hard.
Trial 07A:Female subject. Maintained attachment and submission post-dose. Reintegration failed.
Trial 09C:Subject begged to return to isolation when removed from Commander for 48 hours.
Final page:
Lead Directive: A. Redmont
I drop the folder like it burns. It scatters across the floor, pages fanned like a crime scene.
My body folds before I can think. Knees to tile. Hands shaking.
No. No, no, no.
He promised me we were making it safe. Not this.
I remember the party—the way he looked at me like I was sacred. The way he held me after, tucked me into his bed like I was home. The way I whispered, "I love you," against his throat, and he kissed me instead of answering.
I thought it was fear. I thought he was protecting himself.
But now I wonder—what was the point?Was I just the story he told himself so he didn’t have to see what he was becoming?Every time I begged. Every time I submitted. Every orgasm he coaxed from me. Every time I whispered his name like a prayer.
Was that the test?
Did I pass?
I curl forward, forehead to tile, sobs tearing out of me in broken gasps.
What kind of man creates a drug to steal someone’s free will?
Not just loyalty. Not just love.Obedience.
I thought I understood power. I thought I understood what he was trying to build—a drug that provides endless cash streams, something to tip the scales in The Orders favor. But this? This is beyond that.
This is slavery in a syringe.
An army of people who can’t choose. Whothinkthey’re in love or devoted. Who crave orders because the drug rewired their brains to need it. And how is he justifying it?
It’s not strategy. It’s cruelty. It’s control.
And it’s everything he warned me he was—and everything I never truly believed he was.
He said he wanted to protect people. He said he wanted something better than the old ways. But this—this strips people of their agency. Their voice. Theirhumanity.
I can’t breathe.
