She took me to a new unit on the 87thfloor. It was silent inside. She brought me into a large room. The floors and walls were red, as was the bed.
“I saved the best room for you. This unit was home to the bunker where they focused on pleasure. Their entire goal was to figure out all the ways to make someone orgasm.”
“Take me out of here,” I snarled and fought once more against my bonds.
“Why? Don’t you want to feel pleasure, instead of pain?” She pouted.
“I’ll never feel pleasure with you.”
She pushed me onto the bed and I fell face first and rolled onto my back. The bedding was soft silk, but I struggled to get off it. She leaped on top of me, pinning me down.
“Just pretend I’m her. I’ve seen her. I don’t look that far off.”
Vomit rolled in my stomach.
“Pretend I’m her; eventually you’ll forget about her entirely. She’s not coming for you. She’s not tough enough.” Myrtle leaned down and began planting wet kisses on my skin. I fought my arms, trying to push her away, but I was so weak.
She kissed me down my body, pausing at my belt. She reached for the leather and I bucked my hips, pushing her off me.
“No!” I yelled, but she was stronger than me. She’d made sure of that before moving me, I realized. That was why the others had been taken before me. I was larger than them both. I was more resistant to whatever sedative she’d been feeding us.
“Boone didn’t fight this hard. Why are you so insistent on remaining faithful to her?” She forced me back on my back and tore at my pants. Despite giving it my all, she managed to wrangle my dick from my underwear, but I remained flaccid.
She gripped it firmly, her brow furrowed. I closed my eyes and focused as best as I could staying soft. My mind went back to the underwater bunker, and the horrors we’d seen.
“Why are you…” She stroked me. My body fought against my mind, trying to get erect, but I refused to give in. I remained dead in her hand, and finally, she let out a cry of frustration and put me back in my pants. “I must have drugged you too much. You’re so much larger than the others, I wasn’t sure how much to give you.”
She slid off the bed. “I’ll figure out the right dosage. I know if I give you time, I can make you love me.”
“You really can’t.”
“Well, if you won’t do it on your own, I’ll have to give you the serum, and no one wants that.”
She straightened her dress and started toward the door.
“You’re wrong.”
She paused and turned. I raised my head.
“Eleanor will come for me.” I dropped back onto the pillows.
Every muscle in my body was so heavy. I knew what I said was true. There was no way when I didn’t come back after the three weeks I’d promised her, that Eleanor hadn’t fought to come find me. Even after our fight the last time we spoke.
I loved her. And she loved me.
She’d come for me.
“You think she still wants you? After you left her with Riot Ritalin? He’s the wasteland whore. I’d only stayed with him for a short time, but the stories he told. Ha! I bet he slept with her the night you left. He’s probably convinced her she doesn’t need you. You’re just as naive as she is.”
Riot.
“He’ll come for me too,” I argued. And this, I also knew to be true. “You don’t know him like I do.”
“And how do you know him, Callahan?” She returned to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Is that why you can’t get up for me? Is it not Eleanor you want, but Riot? He likes them all, you know. Men, women, everything in between. He’s not picky. Well, everyone but me.”
Her eyes took on a shiny gleam. She blinked the tears away.
“Is that why you don’t want me? Because I have the wrong parts?”
