Thread: Behind Glass  Verse&Sesu

She heard that the world used to be a different place. One with countries, politics, war, and intricate class systems. The world wasnt so complicated after the bomb. A family by the name of Oursin were now called the destroyers. They had been powerful before, high among the rulers of lands and companies. It was thought to be eccentric that they persisted in building up their towers out of a strange material called Black Glass. They shined in the day and glittered at night, hovering over the metropolis thats name is no longer recalled. Eccentric. Hardly. The bombs dropped, the kind that men made to threaten with but wouldnt dream of using. Those men that hesitated at horror werent Orsins. In the blink of an eye the world had crumbled. Buildings dropped, cities turned to waste, survivors left in the rubble. Everything had fallen that day except for those glass towers. Three that stuck up from the ruin, still gleaming as though nothing had changed. There were only two classes now. The Orsins, and everyone else left to scavenge and hunt in a base world. Livia Orsin had never seen a world that looked different than it did now and she was far older than the people outside the tower. The Orsins that had seen the world end had given much thought and paid much effort to the future of their children. The best and brightest had created cocktails of chemicals that would keep them beautiful and young for lifetimes, tucked away in their tower with all of the amenities and pleasures they wanted. She lifted her hood over her stark red hair, watching the skyline rise as she plummeted downward in the elevator. The people outside called her The Collector. She had heard it whispered, sometimes screamed for mercy because they knew no other name to call her. Normally when she was sent down it was to choose slaves for his relatives above. Some went willingly, desperate for a better life- or at least one with food. Others were children she bought from their mothers arms with cans of food. And those that would not be moved or bought, were dragged. There was a sad city gathered around the base of the towers, living off their trash. She emerged from the elevator and moved up through a tunnel that brought her under the light of day. She grimaced to feel it on her pale skin. She pulled her hood higher, if she tanned shed never hear the end of it. Four large men walked around her. She hated walking on their dirt, feeling it in the air and dusting her clothes. She hated the weight of her clothing as well. Her boots were to the knee, high and heavy. Her pants tight and strapped with concealed blades, like her torso. She wore gloves as well as a jacket, though it wasnt cold enough to be needed. They stared at her the way they always did, desperate parents pushing their children forward in hopes that they would be chosen. Those that thought themselves pretty, frantically cleaned up and tried to present themselves. A few had potential but that wasnt what she had come for. They must have noticed that the last few times shed descended it had been with different intentions than before. She passed the eager bodies and continued on. They knew better than to beg. She had to walk far to reach the dump of a shack. One of her men pulled back the flap of fabric that had replaced a door. It was a tattered red meant to attract customers. Inside wreaked of filth and sex. She would almost cringed with disgust but pressed on. Half dressed bodies coated in dust and grime, scrambled back out of her way. She found the girl in a corner, her blond hair stringy and her frail little body rising and falling on a large mans cock. She pressed her dirty fingers to her lips as she cried in pain, mewling as he used her. He stopped when he saw the red haired creature standing over them. The girl trembled, turning as well to look over her naked and bruised shoulder. Her eyes were pale and large as fear filled them. Holding the fabric of her dress around herself, she stood, her little legs shaking and her face full of shame. She stared at the prostitute until the girl began to cry softly with terror. Livias right iris shined, blue first and then turned silver with the veins of technology glowing. The implanted iris had been designed for the sole purpose of detecting their own bloodline, as faint as it may be at times, and confirming a find that her scouts had already named. The girl was indeed an Orsin bastard. Lady? One of her men asked, the single word a question of whether they should escort the girl back to the tower. A flick of her gloved hand had him waiting. Her eyes, now both blue again, flickered past her to the man on the floor, his cock still out and glistening impatiently. Why do you do it? She asked the girl, her voice like music in this awful place. The blond sniffled, eyes large and pleading. I have no other choice. She sobbed meekly. I was starving. The shame was thick in her voice. Livia nodded as though she understood something. She moved forward suddenly and buried a blade made of glass into the girls stomach. The little thing cried out shrill and wet as the dagger cut up though her guts and organs. Livia kept her standing for a moment, their faces close. This is a kindness, cousin. The Orsin whispered. You wouldnt have survived as one of us anyway. She let go of the dagger and before the girls body had fully slumped to the floor, Livia had already turned her back and marched out of the room. The others in the shack moved quickly, one greedily stealing the abandoned blade from the still dying girls chest, rubbing the blood away to marvel at the glass, while the man scooted forward hurriedly to bury his cock in her while her cunt was still warm and finish what he would no longer have to pay for. Livia sighed outside at all of the desperate little eyes staring at her. Show me the other one. She ordered, her men directing her onward into the city.