Sacrifice for Truth
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hungercity_hellhoundTrigger warning for mentions of brainwashing, eugenics, etc.
For Nexus prompt: 1. "You can't change the future. That's against the law."
Damien stood in front of the door for a long time. He'd been called in, now of age for such things at twenty, but he knew this was going to be harder than fighting in the streets or being shot. He believed the Ministry, wholeheartedly accepted their rhetoric down to the tiny crack in his flawlessly bred and groomed persona. This was the test of that flaw if he could swallow it down and become what they made him to be. A deep breath and he stepped in.
“Dominic.”
His superior's voice sounded way too cheery from the other room. For Damien, this was serious, but then even the name he thought of himself as was a secret. Maybe that was another crack, branching off the first. A name given to him by a lover who wasn't sanctioned by the Ministry of Truth, one they would never sanction.
“Come, we have a young lady looking to meet you.”
Damien swallowed down the crawling feeling as he followed obediently, responding to a name that felt dead. Dominic felt like it belonged to someone else and he was responding to it as a man possessed. The hallway stretched on as the other three with him prattled on about things he already knew. He was being bred. Paired with a woman hand-picked to carry the next generation of servants, a proportionally better one so they said from the genetic testing. They would watch and ensure the breeding went on with efficiency and little show of pleasure. Pleasure would taint the fetus or so they believed.
In the room he was sent, a sparsely furnished bedroom and the young woman pushed in from the other direction. Damien was trying to prepare himself for this and aware. The same couldn't be said for the girl who looked confused and frightened. And she was a girl, maybe 15 or 16. It made everything worse as if there was any way to make it more uncomfortable than it already was for him.
“Come here.” Damien tried to control the military tone he was so used to using. She obeyed and stood there before him, glancing at the door before she started pulling off her clothes.
He stepped back and turned away in a panic. His mind swirled as he tried to force down his emotions. The whole ordeal made his hands sweat but as his eyes caught sight of the one-way mirror he forced himself to turn around. A small amount of resistance or time needed was acceptable, thankfully. Nudity didn't bother Damien but the idea that he was expected to have sex with her turned his stomach.
Taking a breath he started unbuttoning his shirt, focusing on his fingers moving to the exclusion of all else. His eyes caught the mirror again as he pulled his shirt off. The girl was beautiful, even he could see that but he didn't want her. He didn't want this.
Kicking off his shoes, hands were on his forearm as he went for his pants. Everything was a battle of will against his own nature, against his promises, against his heart. She was talking to him, pressed a kiss to his bicep where his eyes flickered to see her cheek laying there. Damien felt revulsion rise up in his stomach in a way that caused him to gag.
“What's wrong?” She asked in a meek little voice.
Damien faltered as she spoke his name, his Ministry name. Dominic was a name that felt like someone else was in the room. There were two ways out of this room. Breeding with this woman or going to be vaporized. His chest heaved rhythmically with the growing push to run from a room he knew was locked tight.
“I can't.” He eventually whispered to her. The Ministry probably heard, no matter how quiet his voice. Any moment they would come in for him and he figured in for anything was in for death at this point. He could at least save her from the same fate. Her big brown eyes stared up full of confusion.
“I don't like women.” He said, but this time in a normal voice. “I don't want to have sex with you. I like men.”
There it was, the words that would condemn him and save her from the torture and prison. The door behind him was creaking as they started opening it but he was watching the young woman as her face turned to recognition.
“Deviant.” She suddenly screams. “Crime. That's a crime.”
He endured it in silence, moving slowly to face the door as the Ministry police flooded in. These people had been under his command until moments ago and now they were turning on him. He didn't resist. He would need his strength later. Damien had watched the torture of Vaporization before. People broke. People died. He resolved to try not to be one of them for the sheer point of being resistant to the conformity. Those tiny cracks would split under torture, leaving his personality to clash with the brainwashing of his life. One would win. He would and they would put him to the firing squad or the brainwashing would and they would mold him into a new person to suit their needs.
For Nexus prompt: 1. "You can't change the future. That's against the law."
Damien stood in front of the door for a long time. He'd been called in, now of age for such things at twenty, but he knew this was going to be harder than fighting in the streets or being shot. He believed the Ministry, wholeheartedly accepted their rhetoric down to the tiny crack in his flawlessly bred and groomed persona. This was the test of that flaw if he could swallow it down and become what they made him to be. A deep breath and he stepped in.
“Dominic.”
His superior's voice sounded way too cheery from the other room. For Damien, this was serious, but then even the name he thought of himself as was a secret. Maybe that was another crack, branching off the first. A name given to him by a lover who wasn't sanctioned by the Ministry of Truth, one they would never sanction.
“Come, we have a young lady looking to meet you.”
Damien swallowed down the crawling feeling as he followed obediently, responding to a name that felt dead. Dominic felt like it belonged to someone else and he was responding to it as a man possessed. The hallway stretched on as the other three with him prattled on about things he already knew. He was being bred. Paired with a woman hand-picked to carry the next generation of servants, a proportionally better one so they said from the genetic testing. They would watch and ensure the breeding went on with efficiency and little show of pleasure. Pleasure would taint the fetus or so they believed.
In the room he was sent, a sparsely furnished bedroom and the young woman pushed in from the other direction. Damien was trying to prepare himself for this and aware. The same couldn't be said for the girl who looked confused and frightened. And she was a girl, maybe 15 or 16. It made everything worse as if there was any way to make it more uncomfortable than it already was for him.
“Come here.” Damien tried to control the military tone he was so used to using. She obeyed and stood there before him, glancing at the door before she started pulling off her clothes.
He stepped back and turned away in a panic. His mind swirled as he tried to force down his emotions. The whole ordeal made his hands sweat but as his eyes caught sight of the one-way mirror he forced himself to turn around. A small amount of resistance or time needed was acceptable, thankfully. Nudity didn't bother Damien but the idea that he was expected to have sex with her turned his stomach.
Taking a breath he started unbuttoning his shirt, focusing on his fingers moving to the exclusion of all else. His eyes caught the mirror again as he pulled his shirt off. The girl was beautiful, even he could see that but he didn't want her. He didn't want this.
Kicking off his shoes, hands were on his forearm as he went for his pants. Everything was a battle of will against his own nature, against his promises, against his heart. She was talking to him, pressed a kiss to his bicep where his eyes flickered to see her cheek laying there. Damien felt revulsion rise up in his stomach in a way that caused him to gag.
“What's wrong?” She asked in a meek little voice.
Damien faltered as she spoke his name, his Ministry name. Dominic was a name that felt like someone else was in the room. There were two ways out of this room. Breeding with this woman or going to be vaporized. His chest heaved rhythmically with the growing push to run from a room he knew was locked tight.
“I can't.” He eventually whispered to her. The Ministry probably heard, no matter how quiet his voice. Any moment they would come in for him and he figured in for anything was in for death at this point. He could at least save her from the same fate. Her big brown eyes stared up full of confusion.
“I don't like women.” He said, but this time in a normal voice. “I don't want to have sex with you. I like men.”
There it was, the words that would condemn him and save her from the torture and prison. The door behind him was creaking as they started opening it but he was watching the young woman as her face turned to recognition.
“Deviant.” She suddenly screams. “Crime. That's a crime.”
He endured it in silence, moving slowly to face the door as the Ministry police flooded in. These people had been under his command until moments ago and now they were turning on him. He didn't resist. He would need his strength later. Damien had watched the torture of Vaporization before. People broke. People died. He resolved to try not to be one of them for the sheer point of being resistant to the conformity. Those tiny cracks would split under torture, leaving his personality to clash with the brainwashing of his life. One would win. He would and they would put him to the firing squad or the brainwashing would and they would mold him into a new person to suit their needs.
