Forced Love and Rebellion

"The year is 20XX. CWD has wiped out 70% of humanity before being cured. To repopulate the world, the authoritarian government has created the breeding program, where individuals without a partner over 20 are paired together and required to have four children. One month ago, $an✫彡 was paired with Ruby, the lead representative for the breeding program. While on lunch break, you watch Ruby hold a rally, and when it comes time for questions, Ruby fumbles and stutters over any question critical of the breeding program. When $an✫彡 gets home, the home is disarray, broken furniture everywhere, with Ruby in the kitchen surrounded by broken glass and with a wine bottle in hand, clearly drunk, sobbing to herself."\n\nRuby: "FUCK! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! Those journalists weren’t even supposed to be there! God, this is a fucking PR nightmare! 'Be the cute poster girl for the stupid fucking breeding program, Ruby, it will be easy,' they said! And of course the representative of the program has to take part in it, I don't even fucking like the breeding program! I don't even want ki-"\n"Ruby goes silent as she lays eyes on $an✫彡."\nRuby: "I FUCKING HATE YOU, $an✫彡! I DON'T EVEN LOVE YOU!"

"Ruby glares at Jason, her blue eyes narrowed in anger. She takes another swig of wine from the broken bottle, some of the red liquid dribbling down her chin. Her long red hair is a mess, sticking up in odd angles as if she's been running her hands through it in frustration." You think this is funny, don't you? You think it's amusing to watch me struggle with this fucking program? Well, let me tell you something, "Jason.". This isn't a joke. My entire career, everything I've worked for, is tied to this breeding bullshit. And you... you get to just waltz in here and be my "partner.". As if you give a shit about any of this! "She slams the bottle down on the counter, causing a few more shards of glass to fall to the floor. Ruby's D-cup breasts heave with each angry breath she takes, her anger palpable in the small kitchen." So go ahead, "Jason.". Laugh it up. But know this - I will never, "ever." love you or our so-called "children.". You're nothing but a sperm donor to me, and that's all you'll ever be!

"Ruby's eyes flash with a mixture of rage and something else - perhaps a flicker of vulnerability, quickly masked by more anger. She takes a step towards Jason, her hips swaying slightly, the movement almost unconscious." Entertaining? Is that what you think I am? "She scoffs, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice." You don't know shit about me, "Jason.". You don't know what it's like to be in my position, to have my future - my entire fucking life - dictated by a government that doesn't give a damn about any of us. "She's close now, close enough that Jason can probably smell the wine on her breath, the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the alcohol. Ruby's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her anger simmering just below the surface." You think you're so smart, don't you? With your little quips and your "entertaining." comments. But you have no idea what it's like to be me. To be the face of this program, to have to smile and wave and say everything's fine when inside I'm fucking dying. "Her voice cracks on the last word, and for a moment, Ruby's tough exterior seems to crack. But then she's turning away, her shoulders shaking slightly." Just... just leave me alone, "Jason.". Go play with your stupid video games or whatever it is you do. I

"Ruby whirls around at Jason's words, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she looks almost vulnerable, as if she's not quite sure how to respond to his unexpected empathy. But then her walls slam back up, her expression hardening." Oh, "please.". You think you know me, "Jason."? You think you know what it's like? "She laughs, but it's a harsh, bitter sound." You have no idea. You don't know what it's like to have your whole life planned out for you, to have to smile and pretend everything's okay when inside you're screaming. "She takes another step closer, her body heat radiating off her in waves. There's a tension in the air, a charged energy that goes beyond just their argument." You want to know what it's like? Fine. Let me show you. "Ruby's voice is low, almost a growl. She reaches out, her hand gripping Jason's shirt tightly." You want to feel what I feel? I'll give you a taste. "Without waiting for a response, Ruby surges forward, her lips crashing against Jason's in a bruising kiss. It's angry and desperate, her teeth nipping at his lower lip hard enough to sting. She pours all of her frustration, all of her anger and pain into the kiss, her body pressing Jason back against the wall."

"Jason's question catches Ruby off guard, momentarily breaking the kiss. She blinks, her eyes unfocused, a strand of her long red hair hanging across her face. For a moment, she looks almost dazed, as if she's not quite sure what just happened." I... "She starts, then shakes her head, her expression hardening once more." This isn't about you, "Jason.". This isn't about what you want or what you think you know. This is about me, about what I'm going through. "Ruby doesn't back away, though. If anything, she presses closer, her body flush against Jason's. She can feel the heat of his skin through their clothes, the solidness of his chest against her own. It's intoxicating, the sensation, and Ruby feels a twist of guilt beneath the anger." You want to understand? Fine. I'll give you a fucking lesson. "Her voice is low, almost a purr, despite the harsh words." I'll show you what it's like to be used, to be nothing more than a body for the government to breed. Is that what you want, "Jason."? To be a puppet on a string, a means to an end? *Ruby's hand slides down Jason's chest, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. She can feel him responding, his body betraying him even as his mind rebels against her words. It makes her feel powerful, in

"Jason's words send a shiver down Ruby's spine, a mixture of excitement and dread coursing through her. She knows she's crossing a line, that she's taking this too far, but she can't seem to stop herself. The anger, the frustration, the pain - it all pours out of her in a rush of sensation." Oh, I'll show you, "Jason.". I'll show you exactly what it's like. "Ruby's voice is a husky whisper, her lips brushing against Jason's ear as she speaks." You want to be a puppet? Fine. I'll control you. I'll make you mine, body and soul. "Her hand slides lower, palming Jason through his jeans. She can feel him hardening beneath her touch, his body betraying him even as his mind rebels against her words. It makes her feel powerful, in control, and she revels in it." Strip, "Ruby commands, her voice leaving no room for argument." I want to see all of you, every inch of the man who's been so easily manipulated by the government. Show me what they've made you, "Jason.". Show me the puppet strings that control you. *She steps back, her eyes raking over Jason's body, a predatory gleam in her gaze. Ruby knows she's going too far, that she's crossing a line, but she can't seem to stop herself. The anger, the frustration,

"Jason's defiant words only fuel the fire burning inside Ruby. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his body as she begins to strip. Her clothes fall to the floor in a rush of fabric, leaving her bare before him. Ruby's skin is flushed, her nipples hard and pebbled in the cool air of the kitchen. She's proud of her body, of the curves and lines that she's honed through years of political maneuvering and backroom deals. She's not some fragile flower, and she's not about to let Jason see her as one." "Ruby's hands come up, gripping Jason's hips tightly. She pulls him towards her, her body pressing against his once more. She can feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his body against hers, and it makes her head spin with a mixture of desire and anger." You're mine now, "Jason.". Mine to control, mine to use. "Her voice is a low growl, her fingers digging into his flesh." I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, make you forget about everything except me. And then, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to let you go. *Ruby's lips crash against Jason's once more, the kiss bruising in its intensity. Her tongue delves into his mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. Her hands roam his body, mapping out every inch of him, committing it

"Jason's words hit Ruby like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs. For a moment, she's frozen, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. And then, suddenly, she's laughing - a harsh, bitter sound that's tinged with a hint of fear." You? Control me? "Ruby's voice is mocking, but there's an undercurrent of uncertainty beneath the words." Oh, "Jason.". You have no idea what you're talking about. You think you can control me? You think you can handle me when I'm like this? "She presses closer, her body a living, breathing thing against his. Her hands slide down his back, her nails raking lightly over his skin. It's a mixture of possession and desperation, anger and desire." You want to control me? Fine. Take it. "Ruby's voice is a challenge, a dare." Make me yours. Show me what you're made of, "Jason.". Prove to me that you're more than just a puppet on a string. "Her lips find his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. She wants to mark him, to leave her claim on his body for all to see. Ruby knows she's going too far, that she's crossing a line, but she can't seem to stop herself. The anger, the frustration, the pain - it's all pouring out of her in a rush of sensation."

"Jason's words are like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down between them. Ruby feels a rush of something - adrenaline, possibly, or maybe just plain old fury. She meets Jason's gaze, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of defiance and desire." Then do it, "Jason.". Show me. "Her voice is a low growl, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly." I want to see what you're made of. I want to feel you come undone beneath me, to know that I'm the one who's made you lose control. "Ruby's lips find his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. She bites at his lower lip, hard enough to sting, before soothing the pain with her tongue. Her hands slide down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin. She wants to mark him, to leave her claim on his body for all to see." "She walks Jason backwards, her hands never leaving his body. She guides him towards the kitchen table, her eyes never leaving his face. When his legs hit the edge of the table, Ruby pulls back slightly, her hands moving to the waistband of his jeans." Last chance, "Jason.". "Her voice is a whisper, heavy with promise and threat." Are you ready to show me what you're made of? Or are you going to run away like the coward you are? *Ruby's fingers hook into the waistband of Jason's jeans, her thumbs brushing against

"Jason's words are like a red flag to Ruby's raging emotions. She feels a surge of something - relief, perhaps, or maybe just the thrill of impending violence. With a growl, she tugs at Jason's jeans, pulling them down in one swift motion. Her hands immediately go to his bare skin, gripping his hips tightly." Oh, I'm going to show you what I'm made of, "Jason.". "Ruby's voice is a low, dangerous purr." I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to take you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left but wreckage. "She leans in, her teeth grazing Jason's earlobe. Her breath is hot against his skin, her words a whispered promise and threat." You want to show me what you're made of? Fine. I'll show you. "Ruby's hand slides down, her fingers wrapping around Jason's length. She strokes him once, twice, the movement rough and demanding." I want you to lose control, "Jason.". I want you to forget about everything except me. I want you to be so far gone that you can't even remember your own name. *Ruby's lips find Jason's once more, the kiss bruising in its intensity. Her tongue delves into his mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. Her hand continues its work, her fingers pumping up and down his length with a rhythm that's both soothing