A is for Architecture
Interconnected high rises adorn the landscape in Zebulon. There are buildings where they have created gardens fed by synthetic light to grow the plants they need. Meat is all but gone, but plant-based protein and vitamins have come so far that no one alive even remembers the last time they ate meat. Although the air is breathable, it’s bitterly cold, so no one goes outside except scientists. Each building is connected via underground tunnels, but most people only go to different buildings so they can go to work. Food is prepared by each family group in their kitchens and there is a central storage place where food is delivered out. After years of dissonance between people, total equality has finally been established. No one has more than anyone else. All living quarters are assigned based on familial need.
Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt from Chapter 46 from my novel Exploration.
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Brandon ran the bathwater, and I noticed when I touched it, that it was not as warm as last time. It was sweet of him. When we were both in and settled, he helped me wash my body and hair, making sure to be super gentle with me. He was right about the warm water. My ass cheeks were itchy from the beating. Part of me was hoping to play in the bath, but he was a perfect gentleman. And honestly, I probably would have regretted it later. I was already sore. When we got out and were dried off, he made me bend over so he could look at my ass.
“I do see some bruises forming,” he said. He was getting dressed. “I’ll be right back,” he said as soon as he had on pants.
When he came back, he had a cup of ice in his hand. “Bend over,” he instructed, and I gripped my ankles again. I probably didn’t need to bend so far over, but he didn’t tell me otherwise. He took out an ice cube and rubbed it against my ass. I jumped at first, but it felt good. When he was done icing my ass down, the cube he had was almost completely melted. He pressed it into my ass hole. I squealed.
“I can put a whole one in,” he offered.
“Why would you do that?” I asked in shock.
“Fun?” he said.
It didn’t sound like a whole lot of fun to me, but I was learning to keep my mouth shut. “If you want to, Sir.”
“Maybe another time,” he said, and he put the cup of ice down. “Come here.”
I stood up, and he pulled me into his arms. “I had a good time today.”
“Me too,” I said.
We kissed, and when he pulled away from me, I was suddenly freezing. “You should get dressed,” he said. I watched him put on a shirt and then go for his shoes.
I started the process of getting dressed. To his credit, he didn’t leave until I did. We parted ways, and a camera operator followed me. It seemed unfair that Brandon didn’t get followed, too, but I guess the whole thing was about me, so, whatever.
I went to my kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge for something to eat. It was well stocked by a regular delivery, but I just didn’t want anything that was available to me. I made a bowl of cereal and then went back to my room.
In my room, it was lonely. Yeah, the camera operator was there, and it seemed there would always be someone with me now, but I couldn’t talk to him, nor would I want to. Could I talk to someone else? Maybe Jean.
I went around to her room and knocked on the door. She opened it and was happy to see me. Then she saw the camera.
She hugged me, and then whispered, “Does he follow you around everywhere?”
I shrugged. “Pretty much.”
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Not much. I just got back from filming. I thought I would come and say hi.”
“Of course, come in!” She stood back and let us both into her room. It was exactly like mine; we had all the same furniture. We sat down on the small couch. “How is filming going? I feel like I see you all the time, but we never get to talk.”
“I know, it’s crazy. It’s going well, though.”
“Do you like it?”
“More than I thought I would.”
“I don’t think I could ever do it,” she said.
“I know,” I replied, “I wasn’t so sure at first, either, but I don’t even notice the cameras much anymore.” I detected the hint of a smile on the operator’s face.
“But what about the guys? What happened to the first one?”
Oh boy. I went to Jean because she knew what my job was. It hadn’t occurred to me that she wouldn’t have all the details and would want them. Was I supposed to tell her? I didn’t know, but it was probably too late to back out of this conversation now.
Who is Brandon?
Why is the she being followed by a camera?
Who’s Jean? How long have they been friends?
What toys did they play with?
Find out all that and in Exploration or come back tomorrow to learn more!