Dystopia

Dystopia by wrestballs

A woman in black leather outfit came to him. He could not have explained why, but he instantly understood that he had to obey her.

She passed a leash around her neck, pulled a little dry blow down, so that he kneel, then trained her outside the dark room. Light hurt him, and they wandered through a house. A large house, with several rooms on all sides. He knew it was a house, he had memories. Not his own, which was disturbing.

The woman left him in one of the rooms, on the ground, and left. He heard steps closer to the corridor behind him, and he saw a young woman planting herself in front of him, hands on the hips.