Dystopia
« Hi ! My name is Rio ! »
The slave straightened instinctively, as if to present his face to his interlocutor, but without any summons Rio sent him his foot into the parts. (1 normal kick)
« And that was a kicks in the balls. You will have to get used to it, this is one of the two reasons why you exist. »
The slave was breathtaking. But something inside him to let him be done and above all not protest. The girl seemed to have fun with the situation because she knew that the prohibition of rebeling was registered in his DNA. He was conditioned to obey him, to be submitted, to accept this hierarchy.
She sighed. « We must always re -explain at each tank outing. This is the deal: from the big plague and the disappearance of all men, the governments have taken advantage of it to restructure the world a little, the food chain, hopes for an anomaly that you constitute and put things back in place. So, you were born from a sperm bank, you are genetically modified, and you have to do absolutely everything I say. Everything women tell you. »