Set in the same world as 'The Runner', my futuristic sci-fi story, is an upcoming story, which I have wanted to write for a long, long time. Due to lack of RP partners suitable for this kind of endeavour, I'm writing it myself.
Here's a small taste...
Sunlight streams into the room and pierces my eyes, forcing me awake. I yawn and stretch and roll over, kicking and fidgeting. My bones snap and crack and pop, my joints crackling into place as I slowly get to my feet.
I sleep in the padded, wicker basket at the foot of Master Roscoe's bed. I stare at myself in the huge, double-wide mirror at the far end of the room and stretch.
Looking back at me is a pale, slim boy with brown hair in a sort of bowl-cut. I am naked except for a white jockstrap which hides the polished, stainless steel chastity-cage around my junk. A padded steel collar welded around my throat has polished, brass plaques around it, with words and letters engraved on them.
At the back is my serial-number: #00,025,762,253.
At the front is a single word: "Cookies".
Slave-boys are usually named after their masters' favourite foods.
I turn and walk to the far end of the room. I press a button and the blinds slide upwards, humming softly in their tracks and I stare out into the world beyond.
This is the new world. The world we live in. It is bright and clean and sunny...