Thread: Sweet Repose (SevenxPretty)

Amber Sweet and the Zydrate Support Network reminding you to Z-up responsibly. The huge television set in the middle of the city flashed a picture of Amber Sweet, posing and smiling. She looked healthier than she had in a long time. Her hair was blond and cropped short above her shoulders, the choppy locks were streaked with brown lowlights. The only thing that looked the same about the famous Geneco daughter was the amount of makeup she wore. But she looked as though she had kicked the Glow permanently. She had gained a little weight, developed curves and, laughably, breasts. She looked a lot healthier over all, proving that anyone, even a surgery slut like Amber could kick the habit. Help us help you moderate your Zydrate intake. It meant dire news for the Zydrate dealers if people believed that someone like Amber could quit. The giant screen showed a clip of Amber smiling and laughing, the Geneco logo in the background. Dire news indeed. The ZSN commercial finished, and a commercial for next week's Opera appeared. --- Two months. Months . Miss Amber Sweet was just about ready to kill herself. Onscreen, she smiled and told people that she conquered her addiction. Offscreen, she was nervous and jittery, the withdrawals sending her into violent screaming rages. Her two bodyguards had bloody scratches running down their muscular frame. And not the good kind. Daddy had given them direct orders not to let her go wandering around, and since he was the one who paid them, they did as he said. Amber hadn't shot up in two months.This must be some sort of abuse, surely. Even the Zydrate rehabs got the watered down stuff her family sold. But not her. Nope. Amber Sweet was going cold turkey.... She lay now in her bed, a huge thing covered in silk and lace. She allowed only the finest fabrics next to her skin. And, of course, daddy was willing to pay. She was his little girl after all. Her two bodyguards were outside her door, banished from her room in a fit of temper. They would stop any attempt to escape. ...If they were there... The idea dawned on her so suddenly she gasped. It was brilliant! She raced to the door and yanked it open. Both men were on their feet, knives in hand. They looked at her curiously, thinking that someone had been after her. Go get the doctor, she demanded, coughly loudly. I'm sick! They looked at each other uncertainly. At least she wasn't demanding to be let out. Both of you, hurry! I think something went wrong with my last surgery. The blood left their faces. They both knew that if Amber died, so did they. They raced for the door to the hall and left her. She could have laughed out loud. She did, in fact. She grabbed with little cash she had on her dresser and made a break for it. She got out of the building fairly easily. No one was willing to question Amber Sweet to closely. After only a few moments, she was out in the darkness, the rank odor of the filthy streets hitting her nose. She laughed again. She was free! After two months, she was finally free. And she knew exactly where she was headed. Or rather, who she was headed to. Hopefully he hadn't gotten himself killed in these past two months.listulistulistulistulistulistu