"This may be our only chance!" You what?" replied Tracey in a similarly low voice, but nonetheless took her cue from Buttercup and ran out of the prot...ective shelter of the wood, through the orange and black smoke which was billowing their way and into the field. What about mines? she vocalised to herself, but nonetheless kept running. As they ran, Tracey knew not where, there were more figures to be seen running chaotically in the distance. She could make out that some of them were nude,. He wanted a partner who would work to build a home for them both.At the moment, Tim was upstairs trying to get the clothes bar in the closet to stay up. It was not cooperating. There was only space for one person, a bar that had to be held in place, a screw that had to be placed just so, and a drill to drive it. Supposedly the bit was magnetic, but just as he would get the screw in place, it would drop off. He broke down and released a swear word or two.There was a rush of words coming from. Escaping should have meant that all of them had a chance to live a normal life. Not getting caught. Not getting killed by their own sibling Not getting progeria and had to go back to Manticore. Heck, not dying to safe another sibling.She needed to get of Manticore and get back to the real world out there. Being in this cell depressed her to no end.Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that someone was about to come into her cell until the metal door slammed open. Her eyes snapped up to see a. .." She road my finger looking directly into my eyes, hers turning from innocent to slut."Say it, angel." I pulled her forehead against mine feeling the weight of her body riding my finger, squirming over it."Sexy." She purred it like the cat in heat that she had become."Now take daddy's cock." I hesitated for a moment and under my breath whispered the word "vasectomy" an aside of sorts to our drama in full play and she nodded breaking character for one split second. I lifted her and slumped.