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MODEL 21: PLEASE DON’T KILL ME.

Callie began to feel lightheaded, her heartbeat speeding the blood in her veins too fast for her to sufficiently absorb oxygen.No matter how curious, she needed to step away.Now.

Callie tore the Hexcel pages from the printer.She didn’t know if this was what they wanted, but the sooner she got it to them, the sooner she could walk away from this insanity and back into her normal life.Which she had to admit, she kind of hated.But the threat of blowing up the status quo always made things seem more tolerable than they actually were.

The locker room stank more than usual today.Either that, or it was her.Callie peeled off her SubSuit and wrinkled her nose.Yep.Definitely her.She didn’t want to use the gross showers here, but she wanted to smell herself the entire walk home even less.

Callie emerged in nothing but a towel to find Akna waiting in the locker room.

“I thought you were gone for the week.”Akna cocked her head.

“I needed to cut it short.I was one day out when this happened.”Callie lifted her ankle.Angry blue and green bruises surrounded the gash.

“Is that what your New Year’s Eve date did to you?Kinky.”Akna cocked her head.

Callie laughed.“Nah, that didn’t really work out.”

“That’s too bad.I can kiss it better if you want.”Akna winked.

“Really Akna?Ugly wounds are what you’re into?”Callie hoped that would put her off.

“Oh, I can be into whatever you want.”Akna sauntered closer to Callie.

Callie took a step back.“Akna, fuck off.I’m not in the mood for this shit.”

But Akna didn’t stop.She kept walking and Callie kept backing up until she hit the wall.“We both know you’ve been looking for a proper Domme.Tell me this isn’t what you want.”Akna stopped short of touching Callie, but she remained uncomfortably close.If they’d had a relationship, if this were a scene, it might have been hot.But all Callie felt was disgust.

“You’re not a Domme.You don’t know the first thing about it, Akna.”Callie forced her face into a sneer and hoped that it would cover the fear.

“Hey, I’ve been doing some reading!”Akna placed her hand over her chest, as if Callie’s comments had wounded her.

“Really?”Callie rolled her eyes, tensing her fingers.“Tell me the last book you read.”

“The one with the undercover Natalist” Akna tilted her head.

Callie raised an eyebrow.“Red Crius?”

“Yeah, that one!”Akna spread her arms in triumph.

Callie’s mouth stiffened.“Red Crius is about a bear brothel.”

“Whatever.Can you please just give me a chance?”Akna had switched from her Domme act to begging.And while annoyance is most definitely not an aphrodisiac, Callie was adept at feeling guilty.She was just about to cave, when Akna’s gaze went blank and she dropped to the floor.

“She’s mine,” Talia said flatly to Akna’s unresponsive body.

Callie’s mouth hung open for a few moments before she could gather the ability to speak.“Talia, what the fuck?”

“I was sent to look after your ankle but you weren’t home, so I tracked you here.”Talia held out a ScripChip.

Callie took it, but since she was still wearing a towel, she had nowhere to put it.She held onto the ScripChip awkwardly and waited for Talia to leave.She did not.

“So,” she said after a few minutes of Callie staring.“Do you still want that date, or…?”

Callie’s face grew red.“You’re seriously asking me out on a date after lying about being an Adlet?And…” Callie stalled, “doing whatever you just did to Akna?”

Talia half shrugged.“To be fair, you didn’t ask.It didn’t really come up either.And Akna was being a dick.”

“I’m wearing a towel,” Callie protested.