Cayenne is a slave, but a valued, elite gladiatrix slave. She is strutting through the underground corridors of the arena to her championship match when she's accosted by two of her suit and medical technicians.
"Hey, lookin' good, Cayenne."
"Fuck you, Sam."
"Awww, is that any way to talk to the man who's LITERALLY gonna be holding your life in his hands?"
"Whatever, fuck off. I got a lot of bitches to kill."
"Yeah, about that. You know your suit has a self-destruct system to terminate you just in case, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So if you don't make me and my mate very, very happy, I'm afraid it might just go off during your match. You want at least a CHANCE of living, don't you?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I? I mean, sure, we'd get in trouble, but I can make it look like an accident, and while I might be in trouble..." He caresses her face with the back of one gloved hand, pressing his heavy body into hers..."You'll be dead."
Crowe-le-retour
2020-04-07 14:22:30 +0000 UTCAgent Tygress
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