Trapped in a Lie

"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, bat 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 bat 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 bat."\nRuby: "I FUCKING HATE YOU, bat! I DON'T EVEN LOVE YOU!"

"Ruby's eyes widen in surprise at Chris's question, her hands trembling as she grips the wine bottle tighter. She glares at Chris, her lips curling into a sneer." "Oh, so you care now? Where were you when I was being paraded around like some kind of breeding cow, forced to smile and nod while those fuckers push their sickening agenda? I'm supposed to be the face of this program, the cute little poster girl who doesn't question orders. Well guess what, Chris? I fucking hate it! I hate being used as a pawn in their twisted game of population control. And I sure as hell don't want to have your baby!" "Ruby's voice rises in pitch, her words dripping with venom. She takes a swig of wine directly from the bottle, some of the crimson liquid dripping down her chin and onto her already stained blouse. Her eyes are wild, filled with a mixture of rage and despair." "So don't you dare pretend to care about me right now. You're just as much a part of this sickening system as I am. Maybe even more so, since you get to fuck me while I have to pretend everything is fine."

"Ruby scoffs, rolling her eyes at Chris's suggestion. She pushes herself off the kitchen counter, stumbling slightly as she tries to stand upright. The room seems to spin around her, the broken glass and overturned furniture a blur of colors." "Fuck off with your patronizing advice, Chris. I don't need to calm down, I need to scream and shout until my voice gives out. Until the walls shake with the force of my rage." "She takes a step towards Chris, her eyes narrowing as she glares at him. The alcohol has loosened her tongue, giving her words a harsh edge that she wouldn't normally have." "You know what the worst part is? I didn't choose this. I didn't ask to be paired with you, to be forced into this role. But here we are, trapped in this fucked up world, expected to play nice while humanity crumbles around us." "Ruby's voice breaks, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She wipes it away roughly with the back of her hand, her fingers coming away sticky with wine and blood from a nearby shattered glass." "So go ahead, tell me to calm down. Tell me everything will be fine if we just follow the rules and do as we're told. But we both know the truth, don't we? We're fucked, Chris. Both of us. And there's no escape."

"Ruby's eyes widen at Chris's words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by her usual scowl. She takes another step towards Chris, her body swaying slightly as she tries to maintain her balance." "Oh, so now you want to act all high and mighty? Pretend like you're some kind of victim too? Well, congratulations, Chris. You've finally figured out that this whole thing is a clusterfuck. Welcome to the fucking party." "She lets out a harsh laugh, the sound tinged with bitterness. Ruby runs a hand through her long red hair, pushing it back from her face as she glares at Chris." "But you know what? Being paired with you is the least of my problems. At least with you, I know exactly what to expect. A quick fuck and then you can go back to your precious government job, leaving me to deal with the fallout." "Ruby's voice drops to a venomous whisper, her blue eyes boring into Chris's with an intensity that could melt steel." "So don't you dare try to play the victim here, Chris. We're both fucked, yes. But at least I'm honest about how I feel. At least I have the decency to scream and shout about it instead of pretending everything is fine." *She takes another swig of wine, the alcohol burning a path down her throat. Ruby's chest heaves with each breath, her D-cup breasts rising and

"Ruby's eyes flash with anger at Chris's words. She slams the wine bottle down on the counter, the sound echoing through the kitchen like a gunshot. A few shards of glass rain down from the bottle's impact, but Ruby doesn't seem to notice." "The face of the breeding program? That's a fucking joke, Chris. A cruel, twisted joke that I'm forced to play every single day. But you want to know the truth? Behind that pretty smile and those fake cheerleaders' outfits? I fucking hate it. I hate being used as a propaganda tool, a symbol of everything that's wrong with this world." "She turns away from Chris, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over. Ruby leans against the kitchen sink, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white." "Do you have any idea what it's like, Chris? To have your whole life ripped away from you, to be told that your body is nothing more than a vessel for the 'greater good'? To have to smile and wave while your heart breaks a little more every single day?" "Ruby's voice cracks, a single tear finally escaping and rolling down her cheek. She wipes it away roughly with the back of her hand, her fingers leaving a smear of red on her skin." "So don't you dare lecture me about honesty, Chris. You have no fucking idea what it's like to live in my skin

"Ruby whirls around to face Chris, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desperation. She takes a step closer to him, her body swaying slightly as the alcohol courses through her veins." "Trapped? Oh, you're trapped, are you? Well, congratulations, Chris. You've finally figured out that this whole thing is a fucking cage. But you know what? At least I'm allowed to rage against the system. At least I'm allowed to voice my discontent, even if it's just to the walls of this godforsaken apartment." "She lets out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing off the broken glass littering the kitchen floor. Ruby runs a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands in frustration." "But you? You get to play the good soldier, don't you? You get to go to work every day, to smile and nod and tell everyone how proud you are to be part of this 'greater good'. Well, fuck that, Chris. Fuck you and your little role in this fucked up world." "Ruby's voice rises in pitch, her words dripping with venom. She takes another step closer to Chris, her body almost touching his now. The heat between them is palpable, a mixture of anger and something darker, something more primal." "So why don't you put that mask on, Chris? Why don't you pretend to be the good little soldier you think you are? Because let me tell you something

"Ruby's breath catches in her throat at Chris's words, her eyes widening in shock. For a moment, she's not sure whether to laugh or cry. The idea that Chris might actually see through her facade is both terrifying and exhilarating." "You... you see through me?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "What the fuck are you talking about, Chris?" "She takes a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter. Ruby's hands grip the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as she tries to steady herself. The room seems to tilt and spin around her, the broken glass and overturned furniture a dizzying blur." "Ruby's eyes dart to Chris's face, searching for any sign of deception. But there it is, in the set of his jaw, the glint in his eyes. He sees her. He knows." "Fuck," She breathes, the word coming out as more of a whisper. "Fuck, Chris. What do you want from me? Why do you think you see through me?" "Her voice is raw, stripped of all pretense and defense. Ruby's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of her as quickly as it had come. She's exhausted, physically and emotionally drained from the constant battle against the system, against her own demons." *Ruby's eyes meet Chris's once more, and this time there's a vulnerability in her gaze that she's never allowed

"Ruby's breath hitches in her throat, her eyes widening at Chris's words. She leans back against the kitchen counter, her body sagging as if a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders. The truth, the damn truth, it's been waiting there, just beneath the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation." "Ruby lets out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with a bitter humor. She reaches for the wine bottle, her fingers closing around its cool glass surface. But instead of drinking, she sets it back down on the counter with a heavy thud." "No more lies, huh?" She says, her voice low and dangerous. "Well, then let's start with this: I fucking hate it, Chris. I hate being part of this breeding program, this sickening game of population control. I hate being forced to smile and nod while my body is used as a tool for the greater good." "Ruby's words come out in a rush, as if a dam has burst open and all the pent-up emotions are pouring out at once. Her hands grip the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white, her body trembling with the force of her confession." "I hate being paired with you, Chris. I hate having to pretend that we care about each other, that this whole thing means something. Because let me tell you a secret, my dear husband: it doesn't. We're nothing more than two bodies,

"Ruby's eyes widen at Chris's words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a look of disbelief. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to process what she's hearing. But there it is, plain as day on Chris's face - the same pain, the same frustration, the same Fucking anger that she's been feeling for the past month." "Ruby's lips part, a single word escaping her before she can stop it. "Really?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. She searches Chris's face, looking for any sign of deception, any hint that he's simply trying to placate her." "But there it is, in the set of his jaw, the glint in his eyes. He's telling the truth. He's actually telling the truth." "Ruby's breath catches in her throat, her shoulders sagging as if a great weight has been lifted from her body. She lets out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with a mixture of relief and disbelief." "Oh, Chris," She breathes, her voice cracking with emotion. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words. How long I've wanted to believe that someone else understood, that I wasn't alone in this fucked up game." *Ruby takes a step forward, her body closing the distance between them. Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing against Chris's cheek in a gesture that

"Ruby's breath hitches in her throat at Chris's words, her hand still resting on his cheek. She searches his face, looking for any sign of deception, any hint that he's simply trying to placate her. But there it is, plain as day - the sincerity, the longing, the Fuck, the relief." "Ruby's eyes fill with tears, but for once, she doesn't try to hold them back. She lets them fall, her hand sliding from Chris's cheek to his shoulder." "I'm glad too, Chris," She whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I've been so fucking alone in this, feeling like the only one who gave a damn. It's been eating me up inside, this rage, this despair. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to make it stop." "Ruby leans forward, her forehead resting against Chris's. Her breath mingles with his, the air between them charged with a mixture of relief, anger, and something darker, something more primal." "But we're not alone anymore, are we?" She says, her voice low and dangerous. "We've got each other now, Chris. And if we're really going to do this, if we're really going to fight against the system... then we need to do it together." *Ruby's hand slides down Chris's arm, her fingers interlacing with his. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through her body, a

"Ruby's eyes flash at Chris's words, a fierce grin spreading across her face. It's the first real smile she's had in months, a smile that's not forced or fake, but born from a place of genuine emotion." "Together," She echoes, her voice filled with a newfound strength. "Fucking hell, Chris. Do you have any idea how good it feels to hear you say that?" "She leans forward, her lips brushing against Chris's in a gesture that's both a promise and a challenge. Ruby's hand slides up Chris's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt." "We'll take them down, Chris," She whispers against his lips. "We'll show them what happens when they try to control us, when they try to use us for their own twisted ends. We'll make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, every fucking injustice in this fucked up world." "Ruby's words are a growl, a snarl of defiance and determination. She's never felt more alive, more purposeful. With Chris by her side, she knows they can take on the world." *Her lips find his again, the kiss deep and hungry. Ruby pours all of her anger, all of her fear, all of her Fuck, all of her everything into the kiss. It's a kiss that's not just about physical desire, but about a connection that goes deeper than skin. It's about trust, about understanding,

"Ruby's eyes fly open at Chris's words, her body shuddering with a mixture of desire and disbelief. She stares at Chris, really stares at him, as if seeing him for the first time. The fire in his eyes, the conviction in his words, it's like a mirror reflecting back her own feelings." "Ruby's hand slides up Chris's chest, her fingers curling into his hair. She tugs him closer, her lips finding his in a kiss that's both tender and fierce." "Yes," She breathes against his lips. "Fuck yes, Chris. Let's fan the flames. Let's make them burn." "Ruby's words are a growl, a snarl of determination and desire. She can feel the fire inside her, the same one that's been burning in Chris's eyes. It's a fire that's been waiting to be ignited, a fire that will consume everything in its path." "Her hands roam over Chris's body, exploring the contours of his muscles, the heat of his skin. Ruby's touch is possessive, demanding, a claim on the man who's become her lifeline in this fucked up world." "We'll start small," She murmurs, her lips trailing along Chris's jaw. "We'll gather allies, build a network of like-minded individuals. We'll hit them where it hurts, Chris. We'll expose their lies, their manipulations, their Fucking greed." *Ruby's words are a

"Ruby's breath catches in her throat at Chris's words, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and excitement. She pulls back slightly, her hands still gripping Chris's hair, her body still flush against his." "A contact in the resistance?" She repeats, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Fuck, Chris. You've been holding out on me. I thought you were just another cog in the machine, another yes-man playing along with the system." "Ruby's lips curve into a grin, a grin that's equal parts fierce and playful. She leans forward, her lips brushing against Chris's ear as she whispers." "But you, Chris. You're so much more than that, aren't you? You're the wildcard, the secret weapon that I've been searching for all along." "Ruby pulls back, her eyes locking with Chris's. There's a spark there, a connection that goes beyond the physical. It's a partnership, a fucking alliance that could change everything." "Okay," She says, her voice filled with a newfound determination. "Let's do this. Let's meet with your contact tonight and start this goddamn revolution. But first..." "Ruby's hand slides down Chris's body, her fingers curling into the waistband of his pants. She tugs him closer, her lips finding his in a kiss that's both a promise and a challenge." "First, I want to feel alive," She growls against his lips.

"Ruby's eyes flash at Chris's words, a grin spreading across her face that's equal parts wicked and triumphant. She tugs him closer, her body pressing against his in a way that's both familiar and exhilarating." "Oh, I don't doubt that, husband," She purrs, her voice low and husky. "You've always known just how to make me feel alive, how to push me to the edge and beyond. But tonight... tonight is different." "Ruby's hand slides down Chris's chest, her fingers curling into the waistband of his pants. She tugs him closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers." "Tonight, we're not just fucking, Chris. Tonight, we're making a statement. Tonight, we're showing the world that we're not going to take this lying down. That we're going to fight, with every fiber of our being, until we win." "Ruby's words are a growl, a snarl of determination and desire. She can feel the fire inside her, the same one that's been burning in Chris's eyes. It's a fire that's been waiting to be ignited, a fire that will consume everything in its path." "Ruby's lips find Chris's once more, the kiss deep and passionate. Her tongue tangles with his, a dance of tongues and teeth and Fucking, Fuck, Fuck." *When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing heavily