Chapter Fifty-Two – Collar and Leash
byChapter Fifty-Two – Collar and Leash
“Why? Why can’t we just be kind to each other? Is that too damned much to ask for?
Just a shred of decency? A bit of empathy?
Every damned religion is about making themselves look good and everyone else look like madmen. Every country does the same damned thing. We split into parties and degrade each other, always whipped on by some greedy fuck who just wants to make himself a tiny bit more powerful.
Why? It’s just hurting people. It’s just looking at your fellow man like they’re not even worth being considered human anymore?
Can’t we just be kind to each other? Fuck! It’s not even hard!
Just put yourself in their shoes. A kid could do it! Stop thinking that everyone is an enemy, just because they’re a little bit different. Stop putting money before the lives of your neighbours. Stop being a cunt even though it’s the only thing you know.
I didn’t want it to come to this, damnit!”
–Final Words of the Senate Bomber, 2028
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“My arm’s asleep,” I complained idly.
“I can move,” Lucy said, though she didn’t actually make any effort to move.
We were both on that fancy bed, sprawled out and enjoying the luxuriant comfort of brand new PJs. Lucy was tucked into my side, where she fit snugly, and we had thick sheets over us, the fancy self-warming kind that were just shy of uncomfortably warm.
I yawned, but even though I was tired and it was getting late, I wasn’t really ready to sleep. I just wanted to cuddle, to recharge because the next day was going to be troublesome.
“Nah, don’t,” I said. I pulled Lucy a bit closer into my side, numb arm be damned.
Lucy made a content little noise and turned onto her side, one arm wrapping itself around my torso even as she put her head on my shoulder. “Sleepy?”
“Nah,” I lied. “Thinking too much.”
“About?”
“Tomorrow,” I said. “We need to get you some more protection stuff. Just in case.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lucy said. “I’m hardly anyone’s priority. My role is to be the pretty eye-candy.”
“Yeah, but you’re my eye-candy, and I want you intact.”
Lucy chuckled, and I was distracted for a moment by the sensation against my side of her restrained laughter. “You’re like a kitten that doesn’t want to share.”
“Exactly.”
“So, do I get crazy armour too? Because I’ll be pretty disappointed if I don’t get to wear that dress.”
I hummed and leaned my head down so that I could press my cheek over her head. “Maybe not something so clunky,” I said. “We need… something so that you can carry that gun on you.”
“That dress doesn’t exactly have pockets,” Lucy said.
“A thigh strap, maybe?” I said, then I considered Lucy’s thighs with a strap around it. It was a nice mental image to have. “Something so that you can grab your gun in a hurry.”
“If I have to wear a thigh strap, you have to wear a leash,” Lucy said.
“A leash,” I repeated.
“With a little bell,” Lucy added.
I huffed. “I’m not going to wear a leash.”
“Fine, just a collar then.”
“I’m also not going to wear a collar,” I replied. “But… maybe you wouldn’t look bad with one.”
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