“Us? No one is keeping you here. Feel free to leave at any time. Unless you want to watch the men you love ravage me. I’m okay with that. I’d actually prefer to see your face as they take me.”
“Why are you like this? What did I ever do to you?” I stared at my mother, looking at our similarities. It was like looking at a slightly off mirror. This was the person I’d spent my childhood wishing to know. I had no idea she’d been a Young Lady as well. My entire life had been designed by people around me. I never had options to choose my own path in life.
No, that was wrong. I looked at Callahan, and at Riot.
I chose to love these men. Myrtle and the bunker leaders had no say in that.
Myrtle finished preparing another syringe and strolled back over to us, one in each hand.
“You, as a person, did nothing Eleanor. We don’t know each other. I didn’t even name you, did you know that? I was impregnated. They cut you out of my belly, and took you out of the room. I didn’t even hold you. Later on, I found out your name while searching the files. I grew slightly curious, so I looked into you but it only made me angrier. No one ever treated me like they did you.”
“What do you mean?” I had to keep stalling her. She couldn’t inject them with whatever the drug was.
“You are just as mean, bratty, and spoiled as I was, and yet, people seemed to like that with you. You were given gifts, boys liked you, and you got away with stuff no one else did. Why was that?”
I couldn’t answer that. I didn’t know.
“You got everything I ever wanted and you didn’t deserve any of it. You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me!” She yelled and I jumped, startled.
I’d tried to keep her talking, but she saw through me. She went to the men and raised her arms and swung down, the needles piercing their necks.
They bolted up and fought against their restraints as Myrtle pushed the syringe down, filling them with the drug.
“What are you giving them?” I asked, watching in horror as their faces stretched in pain.
“A stronger version of the drug administered to the men in Bunker 879. Riot and Callahan will soon be servants to their cocks. In 30 minutes, they will tear at whatever they need to, to get to me. And once they start, they won’t be able to stop until I’m pregnant. Which is perfect for me, because I’m infertile. They’ll be my sex servants until they die. And you will have to watch it happen.”
“What?” I blinked.
Myrtle snapped her fingers.
“Bonnie, tie her up and make her face the bed.”
Chapter 67 - Riot
Sometimes you have no choice.
My head throbbed, screaming for relief. My eyes felt like they were going to fall out of my skull as I opened them. And then, my eyes fell upon a pink dress. I ran my gaze up the familiar legs, spotting the tattoo on her thigh, and then her face.
“Eleanor?” Callahan’s voice came gurgled from beside me.
My hands shook as I clenched them. My muscles twitched and I began to fight against my restraints.
I had to get to her. Take her.
What was that? I grimaced. The voice had come from my mind.
You need to breed her.
Breed? What the fuck? My cock was hard and straining against my pants. It physically hurt as I twisted in my chair.
“I don’t want to do that,” Callahan said. I looked over to find he was talking to the voice in his head. He had pulled on his restraints as well. Whatever I was going through, he was too.
Now, Riot. Claim her.
My chest was heaving as I tried to push the voice back, but it was becoming louder.
I looked at Eleanor. She was fighting with someone -- Myrtle. I remembered now. Myrtle had explained she’d planned all this out.
