Free Dystopyum (The D-ot Hexalogy Book 1) by Chris Finkelstein Page A

indeed taken a couple of days off, making sure there would be
replacements. He stood there, observing. The female voice was droning
on, “Love did this to you. Love did this to you. Love did this to you. Love
will kill you. Love kills. Love kills everything. Repeat after me, ‘I hate
love. I hate love. I blame love for everything that has happened to me.
This is my vaccination for the prevention of love. This is my deserved
punishment for becoming infected with love.’ Repeat!”
Martha became vaguely aware that someone had entered the room
and started growling, low. Blood was seeping from her crotch, and her
throat was raw and bruised. Her genitalia were sticky and filled with the
stench of old blood and infection. Her mouth and face reeked of the
leather female’s unwashed scent. Her head was down, and her eyelids half
closed, but she was looking up in a savage way. She had not cleaned
herself in over a week, and just plain stank. She had not eaten either, and
so they had been using the tube with food paste to force-feed her.
The female in leather entered as her torturer was still standing there.
He looked at the leather female and dryly asked, in his detached way,
“You want to go first? You don’t leave a mess.”
The leather female replied, “No, she’s become a biter.” She paused,
and said, “I think we’re done.”
The torturer uncharacteristically started laughing in spite of himself,
“That’s what Dremo told me! Did you see that cut on her arm? He did
that when she took a bite out of his pride!” They both started laughing,
and then he said, “Well, let’s take a look.”
He changed the pictures on the screen to the latest ones of Jan being
tortured, and Martha looked at the pictures with absolute rage, and started
howling at the screen, “Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Love must suffer!
No mercy! No mercy! Kill him!”
Martha’s torturer pressed a button on the device he was holding in his
hand.
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA
AAHAAAAAAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHhAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa
aaaaaa!” That shock was one hundred and fifty percent higher than
average and lasted thirty seconds. Blood spurted out of both nostrils.
Martha spit it out of her mouth too, and growled like a sick, sick animal,
back to her catatonic gazing. The growling continued.
The torturer looked at the leather female and said, “What do you
think?”
She glanced at Martha with half bored eyes, and said, “I think she’s
cooked.”
Her torturer stared at Martha a bit longer. If she had not reeked so
badly, he may have had another go at her. He decided that she would
indeed graduate, one day early. “I told her I could do it,” the torturer said
proudly, gloating over his handiwork.
Chapter Five
The Male Who Could Not Love

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    nock, Knock.
Griswolt took a deep breath, and then a sigh. My stomach.
Well, she’s here, he thought, as he rose to go upstairs to open
the entry door. He had been waiting since early morning, and
the day felt like it took forever. Now, it was evening, and Martha had
finally arrived. Griswolt felt the drag of gravity on his big frame along
with increasing anxiety as he pulled himself up the stairs. He opened the
door. There she was, along with an attendant, who looked too young.
“Does she belong here?” the attendant stupidly asked. His hat
matched his uniform, but it was too big for his head, which made him
look even younger.
“Yes, she does,” Griswolt said with a frown. He did not like incompetence, and this guy sure didn’t start off right. Griswolt had not looked at
Martha but for a glance when he first opened the door. He took a better
look at her now. She had a stuporous, starved appearance. Her gaze was
distant, and she looked and smelled horrible. She had been heavily
sedated and was in a straight jacket.
“I have some documents for you to sign,” the attendant said as he
reached into his satchel, and pulled them out with the release form. He
held them for