By Rubrpig
4798 sat on the bunk in his cell, his breath hissing and clicking through the gas mask hood which was now part of his uniform when not in use by a client of the facility. The door to his cell opened and 2 of his personal guards entered. One of the guards held a bag of liquid feed product which was what 4798 was fed when locked in the mask. The guard pulled the drinking tube from the front of the mask and connected it to the bag of food.
The product flowed into the tube and 4798 sucked and swallowed the protein rich food. Once the bag was emptied, the guards disconnected it and left the cell after telling 4798 that his first client session was scheduled for the next morning.
4798 laid on his bunk and thought about what was going to happen the next day. Finally he fell asleep and did not wake up till the lights in his cell turned on and he knew he was going to be fed soon.
Don’t really know how I ended up where I did. Sometimes I think i’m crazy to stay here, and other times I think i’m just where I should be. I didn’t plan this: I just sort of slid into it. Not even sure how much further into slavery I can slide. Maybe tomorrow i’ll decide to call it quits, but I might just decide to stay put and ride it out. Kind of surprised how far i’ve gone. It just didn’t happen by accident though, I think it’s a bit like a storm. You can sense that one is approaching, seeing the clouds gathering and all, and you can either head inside and batten down the hatches or you can stay out in the thick of it. I guess I don’t know enough to come in out of the rain but I like splashing around and getting wet.
