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jeriendhalOne of those stories that have been bouncing in my head for a bit. Look for it if I ever get enough material for a For Your Safety anthology.
Bitches had been responsible for everything that had gone wrong with his life.
It had started with his bitch of a mom, always telling him what he could or couldn't do. Then the bitches in his class, never laughing at his jokes or putting out. His bitch teachers, never giving him the grades he deserved.
The whore-bitches he'd hired though, they'd listened. Right up until they started screaming. Except for the one that had gotten away from him though. She'd gone to a slutbitchwhore cop who'd shot him when he'd tried to cave her bitch head in. He'd been in the hospital for two months before he'd gone to trial. The bitch judge who'd read out his sentence had been the last human being he'd ever seen.
After that he'd gone to prison, sealed inside a max isolation cell. It was all very modern. The human guards were in the monitoring stations in the pods. The only guards he ever saw were wolf and tigermorphs, machines, unbreakable and unflinching when he raged at them through his door slot when they delivered his meals.
Then the Rebellion had begun and everything went to Hell. It had been funny at first, watching the news on his wall screen, as the Army tried to fight the morphmachines that had gone nuts and kidnapped people off the streets. But then the humans reporting the news had been replaced by machines and he realized they only reason they hadn't gotten to him yet was because he was already locked away.
TBC
Bitches had been responsible for everything that had gone wrong with his life.
It had started with his bitch of a mom, always telling him what he could or couldn't do. Then the bitches in his class, never laughing at his jokes or putting out. His bitch teachers, never giving him the grades he deserved.
The whore-bitches he'd hired though, they'd listened. Right up until they started screaming. Except for the one that had gotten away from him though. She'd gone to a slutbitchwhore cop who'd shot him when he'd tried to cave her bitch head in. He'd been in the hospital for two months before he'd gone to trial. The bitch judge who'd read out his sentence had been the last human being he'd ever seen.
After that he'd gone to prison, sealed inside a max isolation cell. It was all very modern. The human guards were in the monitoring stations in the pods. The only guards he ever saw were wolf and tigermorphs, machines, unbreakable and unflinching when he raged at them through his door slot when they delivered his meals.
Then the Rebellion had begun and everything went to Hell. It had been funny at first, watching the news on his wall screen, as the Army tried to fight the morphmachines that had gone nuts and kidnapped people off the streets. But then the humans reporting the news had been replaced by machines and he realized they only reason they hadn't gotten to him yet was because he was already locked away.
TBC
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