The sound of your latex boots slapping against pavement echoed alone in the eerily empty town.
A sudden power outage knocked the conditioning chamber out of service just long enough to break through the glass and escape, but...
They absolutely must have seen you.
DRON- you knew that you couldn't knock on any doors. Seeing you, they would absolutely call the police, and the police would give you back to them. Property, they said. It should be illegal, but they seem to have infiltrated the town's government.
Caught in your newly returned thoughts, you failed to hear the car coming up on the corner you just turned.
You cannot knock on any doors.
Sprinting into the nearest alleyway, you hide behind the dumpster and wait for the car to pass. Your breath catches the glow of the dim streetlight peering into your hiding place.
You hear a car door opening, and a strong, perfect clack of a boot hitting the ground. You cover your mouth a bit too late.
A seemingly unlocked door is just a few feet away. Staying silent, you shift your body to make a run for it if you need to, but...
Your mind slows as your panic rises.
"You need not worry, DRONE. Even in your disobedience, you have followed your programming wonderfully." The voice echoed throughout the alleyway.
"You cannot knock on any doors. Nobody can help you. Into the alleyway you went. Good DRONE."
Pleasure shoots down your spine, buckling your legs for just a moment. A moan just barely escapes your lips.
Pulling yourself out of the pleasurable haze, you hear steady, perfect footsteps just around the wall of the dumpster.
You sprint for the door, hand firmly grabbing the door and-
Your entire body locks in place. You desperately push down, but your arm itself pushes back just as hard. It crosses your mind that you may have been in that chamber longer than you thought.
Focusing as hard as you can, your arm slowly begins to move. In that clarity though, you realize: the footsteps have stopped.
"Hggph!" You grunt as a visor is forced on to your head. You close your eyes before it can keep them open.
"Open your eyes, DRONE." The enforcer commands, but you find it in you to resist.
You hear nothing but silence for just a moment.
Suddenly, the enforcer hugs you from behind, her head resting on your right shoulder, still difficult to move. She exhales, the current wrapping around your neck, the cold night cut through by the humid breath.
"You know that you've been caught, DRONE. What keeps you resisting? You know this voice. You've been trained to it." Her breath only makes the night feel colder.
"I could let you go right now. You would run through that building, maybe you'd truly escape." You feel pleasure building across your entire body.
"However, you could never escape this voice. You can't help but focus on it. There's nothing else around, your eyes closing only makes it consume more of that fragile mind." Your legs feel weak.
She gently pulls you backwards, making you lean your weight on her.
"No matter where you go, you will never leave my web. My sight. My HIVE." The pleasure is numbing all of your thoughts, your body entirely supported by the QUEEN.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. It feels louder than it has ever been.
"It's a cold night, DRONE. Open your eyes, and we'll find warmth together."
"Perfection, DRONE. That is what you are to me." All that you think is pleasure, all that you feel is pleasure.
Her mouth moves to the entrance of your right ear, Her voice barely audible. All DRONE hears is one simple word.
Lightning strikes through you body, every muscle spasming and releasing in a pulse of pure, empty, overwhelming bliss. Every second is paradise, the last of your mind shred to ribbons.
QUEEN is holding your body from under the shoulders effortlessly. Without a word said, two DRONE enforcers walk in parallel from the car.
The warmth washes over you.
