Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
—Been a while since I've done a glimpse, so here's one now that it's officially been a week after Father's Day! Also, sorry if this one seems a bit off, I tried to challenge myself to write this with only one side of the dialogue.—
Content Warnings: Panic Attack, Sex As a Coping Mechanism, Drinking As a Coping Mechanism, Small Allusion To a Failed Roofie Attempt.
Lazarus stared at the name on the phone screen for a moment before picking it up. He was taught to not waste time, after all.
Oh Brig, Ir's been a bit-
They were mad again, what was it about this time, he just had to explain he just had to-
Ah no I-
Right. He should know better, his brigadier never gave him the chance to make excuses.
Right, sorry sir.
It must have slipped my mind this year, apologies sir.
Of course, it slipped his mind. He hadn't even thought of home in a while, he was being stupid. He never intended in coming "home" either. Of course, he couldn't tell his brigadier that.
I plan to sir, I'm just preoccupied
Fuck. Someone fucking told on him. He thought everyone was loyal, he thought he had weeded out the kinds of people who would-
I'm not-
… They're not hookups, sir.
… A beast should never be expected to change.
… I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again.
…
He shouldn't bother arguing. He can't change. It doesn't matter if nothing actually happened, it didn't matter if those interactions were innocent. He was the same
… Yes. Sorry sir, I can't control it.
Yes, sir, I understand.
He shouldn't trouble his brigadier anymore. They already got him out of too much. Just say what they need…
Y-
Right. He can't change, accept it.
Sorry sir. I'll try to be sneakier about it.
Thank you sir.
A good dog should always expect praise.
An Artificer knows everything that happens on his base
He left. He left. He left he left he left he was happy he was being good he was-
Of course not, sir.
Right. He can never be free, he never got rid of his shackles.
I'll make sure to behave
Behave as expected, it's safer.
As best as I can, anyway.
…
I hope your date goes well, sir. Tell M- your wife, I said hi.
A lie will always be better taken as truth
... Oh, there's a name he hasn't heard of in a while.
Is her hip still…
Right.
Right. Right, this is the reason he can't change. The evidence is still there, he can't-
I do sir but-
…
They don't understand.
Goodbye, si-
The phone made it's cheery chime as the call ended. Right, he's not the priority.
Lazarus put down the phone onto the desk. He took a deep breath in and out. His breathing is too quick. Lazarus reached up into one of his cabinets, the name didn't matter, so long as the proof was high enough.
Lazarus took a drink, but he was still thinking.
Lazarus took a drink, but he was still thinking.
Lazarus took a drink, but he was still thinking.
Lazarus took a drink, but he was still thinking.
Lazarus took a drink, but he was still thinking.
He dialed a number, prattling off a name to a random location he had been keeping his eye on. He'd compromise himself. He needed a drink.
The bottle was empty, but he felt nothing. "Good quality" was always more of a lie he made up for guests, after all. He was still thinking, he was breathing too much.
What was wrong with him.
Lazarus always hated those loudspeakers in a club. The bass always managed to feel like something was crushing his back. He had considered getting another drink, but he'd heard the barman mutter under their breath that if he ordered another, he'd be cut off. The thing about going to a bar near a base is that the people nearby were into strong and dangerous, plenty of choices.
Too nice. Too interested.
He saw the ripples of fizz in a drink.
He apologised to the woman whose drink he spilled, and the man who was chatting her up. He wasn't interested in the woman.
This was not altruism.
Just say the right words, everyone works by certain rules. He just needed to get them interested enough to-
He was being slammed against a bed. He doesn't remember when he left or how he got here. The air smelled off though, a motel, likely.
This guy was awful. If anything, they were managing to make him feel sick. There was a hand pressed against his neck, if the guy was any stronger it'd probably injure his larynx. The man was too weak to do anything.
Lazarus held his breath.
He woke up to a sharp pain that radiated through his head, followed shortly by the aches that moved throughout his body. He moved slowly as to not wake the man besides him. There was a flyer left on the table for an outdated promotion.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
