Beware the Purge: The Sub

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Dominic Crane

Maddie hasn’t responded to my messages or shown up to dinner, it’s now 8 pm. Maddie Thorn, I will punish you severely for ghosting me.

I stood by the small dinner I had prepared for tonight. Leaving the food to grow cold, I headed into my office. I logged in and pulled up the file I had commissioned on Maddie when she took over her parent's company eight years ago. The algorithm I created is still doing its job and updating all the information at the end of each day.

I shouldn’t be doing this, it’s an invasion of her privacy. f**k, I want her though…after all these years, I’ve tried not to think about her. I’ve tried to push her out of my mind…and it worked until I took her during the purge.

The need to make Maddie Thorn mine is larger than anything I have felt before. My fingers don’t waver as I hack into her home network. Pulling up the surveillance for the hours she has been away from me. I watch as Maddie and her droid talk while Maddie eats lunch. I fast forward the feed, my eyes tracking Maddie as she enters her bedroom. I sigh, sitting back in my plush leather chair. My mind ran through all the possibilities of how to make Maddie Thorn my permanent slave. The security footage continues to run at triple the speed before reaching live footage.

Standing, I walked to my drink cabinet, pouring a whiskey, downing the first glass and pouring a second. I return to the footage, flipping through her cameras, noticing her droid powered off and sitting in the corner of the white kitchen.

Her house feels like a hospital morgue. I stare around my office, the dark oak wood floors and craftsmen-style bookcases adding a hard character to my space. The navy blue curtains contrast and break up the wood tones perfectly. Maddie’s home, even after she's lived there for ten years…is like a blank canvas.

Downing the rest of my drink, I turned to shut off the live feed of Maddie’s home when the vixen herself walked out of her bedroom. My fingers pause over the keys, my d**k hardening immediately, my eyes tracking her naked body. Savoring the way her t**s jiggle as she walks into the living room and sits down on the large U-shaped couch.

I checked my watch just after midnight. Perfect…

I exit my flat, get into my car, and head into the city for a bargaining chip.

Three familiar beeps ring through the car, my muscles tightening as I answer the call, "Hello, Officer Jinx"

"Good morning, Mr. Crane. You already know why I'm calling."

"I do. Unforentuely, I am busy at the moment."

"Crane, we can't keep doing this. We are loosing too many. If you don't find a fuckinng solution to your machine malfunctioning-"

"I'm working on it, Officer."

"Work faster. The commander is ready to end this experiment."

"Oh? He's finally tired of killing his constituents?"

"Stay in your lane, Mr. Crane. The sector exprects an update from you soon." Then the line goes dead.