Chapter 66 - Eleanor

Ignore the monologue, focus on the hands.

" B onnie?" Myrtle called. A growl came from behind me and I turned just in time to see a hulking being that used to be Bonnie charge at me. She knocked me to the ground, and the gun slid out of my hand. Myrtle ran to it, scooping it up. "I've spent almost two years planning this. Don't think you can outsmart me, daughter."

"You're no mother to me," I spat from under Bonnie. She pulled me up and I inhaled deeply.

"Take her to 87," Myrtle ordered as she unlocked the elevator. I was shoved inside, and Myrtle followed a few moments later, dragging Riot's limp body into the car. She pushed the button and we jolted upward.

"You're insane," I said to Myrtle.

Bonnie held me firmly, her enlarged fingers digging into my skin, bruising me. She growled low but didn't speak. Myrtle smirked.

"No, I just see the world for what it is. This isn't like the bunker, Eleanor. Everything isn't pink rainbows and teddy bears. The monsters are worse than you could ever imagine. I'm just beating them at their own game. I'm getting the ending I deserve."

"And what is that exactly? Riot doesn't love you."

"Not yet."

"What does that mean?"

She didn't answer. The doors opened and Myrtle swung the gun in my direction.

"Bonnie, take Riot to unit 879. I'll walk Eleanor."

Gun to my head, I walked behind Bonnie, watching Riot's limp body flopping around over her giant shoulder. His eyes were closed but he was still breathing.

"What did you do to Bonnie? And Soda? And Riot?" I asked.

"I needed some muscle, and Soda was being disobedient. When I heard that Riot was here, I didn't need Soda anymore."

"What drug did you give Riot?"

"Just a sedative, relax," she snickered.

Bonnie reached the door with the number 879 on it and paused. Myrtle stood on her tiptoes, running her hand along Riot's stubbly jawline

"I would never hurt Riot. I love him too much."

She punched in the code and the door opened. Bonnie ducked as she took Riot inside. Myrtle pointed the gun at me again and directed me to go through too. I did, and froze.

Callahan.

"Don't touch him." Myrtle saw where I was staring.

"What did you do to him?" I gasped. I couldn't breathe.

"He was like that when he got here." Myrtle went to the chair in the middle of the room. Thick, large ropes held Callahan to the chair by his chest, hips, arms, and legs. His head was bowed;, and he appeared to be sleeping. I hoped he was asleep, anyway.

Myrtle straddled him. His head shot up in surprise and he groaned.

"Please, stop,"he groaned. His eyes were glazed, and he didn't appear to be completely present. "Let me go."

"He's so silly," Myrtle giggled. "He's not going anywhere. He knows that. You know that, don't you Daddy Cal?" She gripped his cheeks and squeezed them together, pressing his lips out. She gave him a quick peck and he pulled away in tired disgust.

"He's drugged too then?" I looked around the room. Everything was either a deep red or rich brown. Along the walls were… I squinted, and then blushed the moment I realized. They were rubber penises, belts, paddles, whips, and other paraphernalia.

The bed, off to the right, was larger than any I'd ever seen before; it had a red curtain canopy, and was almost as tall as me. It even had a small set of stairs going up to it. Everything about this room was meant to be for sex.

"Bunker 879 was a very mild test bunker. There were three women who were appointed princesses. It was the bunker's job to keep them happy, which meant that any man or woman could be called upon to satisfy them, regardless of status. If a princess wanted them, they had to come to the royal quarters and service them. This is a replica of the quarters. Nice, isn't it?" Myrtle explained.

Bonnie grunted and Myrtle pointed to another chair. "Go ahead and put Riot there. We'll tie him down before he wakes up."

Myrtle stood and I tried to run to Callahan, but Bonnie swung her arm out, hitting me square in the chest. I dropped instantly; the air leaving my lungs. I heaved, trying to regain my breath and scramble back up.

Bonnie dropped Riot in the chair and Myrtle quickly went to work with the rope, strapping him to the chair. Slowly, I went to Callahan.

"Daddy," I whispered, mournfully. "Oh, Daddy."

"Don't call him that," Myrtle snapped. "He's not your Daddy anymore. He's mine."

I rolled my eyes. At this point, I had a feeling she was waiting to kill me anyway. I no longer cared how I talked to her.

"He will never be yours. If you have to tie them down and drug them they don't really love you. They love me."

They. Love. Me.

It dawned on me then.

I loved them too. It wasn't just one or the other. I couldn't choose between them, and if we got out of this, we'd make it work. We'd figure it out back at Heathen Heights. Back home.

"Well they won't have an option soon."

Myrtle finished tying Riot up, and then pushed the chair a few feet to Callahan, so they were side by side. She turned, going to a table, and opened up the large briefcase. I watched as she plucked out a small vial and carefully emptied it into a syringe.

"What are you doing, Myrtle? Please, whatever your plan is, don't do this. Just let us go."

Myrtle turned her head and laughed.

"Us? No one is keeping you here. Feel free to leave at any time. Unless you want to watch the men you love ravage me. I'm okay with that. I'd actually prefer to see your face as they take me."

"Why are you like this? What did I ever do to you?" I stared at my mother, looking at our similarities. It was like looking at a slightly off mirror. This was the person I'd spent my childhood wishing to know. I had no idea she'd been a Young Lady as well. My entire life had been designed by people around me. I never had options to choose my own path in life.

No, that was wrong. I looked at Callahan, and at Riot.

I chose to love these men. Myrtle and the bunker leaders had no say in that.

Myrtle finished preparing another syringe and strolled back over to us, one in each hand.

"You, as a person, did nothing Eleanor. We don't know each other. I didn't even name you, did you know that? I was impregnated. They cut you out of my belly, and took you out of the room. I didn't even hold you. Later on, I found out your name while searching the files. I grew slightly curious, so I looked into you but it only made me angrier. No one ever treated me like they did you."

"What do you mean?" I had to keep stalling her. She couldn't inject them with whatever the drug was.

"You are just as mean, bratty, and spoiled as I was, and yet, people seemed to like that with you. You were given gifts, boys liked you, and you got away with stuff no one else did. Why was that?"

I couldn't answer that. I didn't know.

"You got everything I ever wanted and you didn't deserve any of it. You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me!" She yelled and I jumped, startled.

I'd tried to keep her talking, but she saw through me. She went to the men and raised her arms and swung down, the needles piercing their necks.

They bolted up and fought against their restraints as Myrtle pushed the syringe down, filling them with the drug.

"What are you giving them?" I asked, watching in horror as their faces stretched in pain.

"A stronger version of the drug administered to the men in Bunker 879. Riot and Callahan will soon be servants to their cocks. In 30 minutes, they will tear at whatever they need to, to get to me. And once they start, they won't be able to stop until I'm pregnant. Which is perfect for me, because I'm infertile. They'll be my sex servants until they die. And you will have to watch it happen."

"What?" I blinked.

Myrtle snapped her fingers.

"Bonnie, tie her up and make her face the bed."