Memories of Paradise.
A love story set in a harsh future.
This series features: BDSM, group sex, violence, power struggles, romance, deception, a dominant guy, and a submissive girl.
All characters over 18.
Author's note: I like detail, setting up the ambience and developing my characters. I try to keep it sexy and erotic throughout the whole thing, but I'm just saying, if you are looking for a one-page story that jumps straight to sex, this one is probably not what you're looking for...but there's no need to rush, is there? Just relax, get into the story, and let my words drive you into ecstasy... Oh and leave a comment if you like it ;)
-Serpens
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Chapter I. A Light Shining in the Darkness.
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You want to leave but won't go without me
I won't change but I can't live without you
There's a city of gold awaiting us. But all the gold won't matter.
The world will lose its color if you go.
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"Do you hear that?"
The woman leans on the window. Her voice a mixture of bitterness and nostalgia. From her right hand the embers of a burning cigarette fall to the floor. Through the tainted glass, her eyes stare at the scene: a broken city illuminated by the fading light of a bleak sunset. Past the city, the endless horizon. Remnants of an island paradise that was, now reduced to ruins and ash. She looks at it like a prisoner behind bars eyeing the outside, a promise of freedom, of something better, so close and yet so far. But she's not a prisoner, and the room is not a cell, only the poorly lit office of a hospital.
In the distance, the hated sound continues to play, just as it always did, three times a day like clockwork. It was an old public announcement, nothing more than one of those tedious pieces of propaganda that the lying government of the time uses to inspire their followers. It spoke of the bright future ahead, an era of progress and a life of prosperity.
Nobody knew exactly why they kept it running after all those years. Perhaps it was a way to pretend things were back to the way they used to be. Perhaps it was their way of keeping people in line by rubbing in their face how much they had lost. Perhaps it was just a sick joke. Nobody knew.
But whatever the case it was always there, taunting them.
"I listen to it every single day, and the desire to throw a rock at the screen and shut it up never goes away..."
The room was quiet but for the weak sound of a small fan, and a pen scribbling on a piece of paper. A typical slow end for a slow day with nothing much to do but contemplate one's life.
The woman keeps looking outside, past the silhouette of the buildings, and for a moment she is a captive of her thoughts. The entire world becomes silent. The shadows evokes a memory, visions of a life she dreamt in what seems like an eternity ago. Her youthful dreams of travels, happiness and love.
After a short sigh she turns her melancholic eyes across the room, to the person that was supposed to be listening to her. Under the pale light sits a doll-like figure, frail and skinny, diligently working on her desk.
"Are you even listening to me?"
The young girl does not allow herself to be distracted. She keeps doing her paperwork, visibly tired but completely absorbed with her task, only pausing occasionally to brush off a strand of her long, golden hair that despite her efforts, keeps falling over her eyes. Her expression is that of someone whose mind is absent while her body is going through the routine motions, as if she weren't even aware of the woman's presence.
"Excuse me..." the woman calls her, the tone of her voice reflecting her annoyance at the girl's attitude.
"You hate that announcement," the girl replies, her voice soft, tired and monotonous, mirroring her movements, "I know. Everyone knows. You never get tired of repeating yourself. Now, if you don't mind, I actually have work to do and it would be nice to focus."
The woman stares at the disheveled figure in silence for a moment, frowning deeply. She looks like she wants to say something, but her pity prevails. Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head dismissively and goes back to stare through the window.
For a moment, the scarred city seems to stare back at her. The woman had lived long enough to see the city grow and prosper, and she had lived long enough to see it go straight to hell, like a mirror of her life. A terrible thing, to be able to remember something like it used to be, then watch it burn without being able to do anything about it.
"I think this will be my last year," she says after a while, seemingly unconcerned about the girl's attitude, "I know I keep saying it but... It's time. If I make the effort, I can save enough money. It will be a rough year, but I'm used to rough. I know it's out there somewhere. I have to find it. I can't stay here forever."
The woman expects to at least elicit the girl's usual derisive snort but was again met with silence. The disheveled figure keeps herself busy, not even pretending to be interested.
Without uttering another word, she spends a few more minutes watching the dusk cover the world. Once the sky becomes completely dark, she puts out her cigarette and moves away from the window to gather her belongings. It was the end of the day for her.