Is it possible for darkness to be thick enough to swallow? I swear that this dank air is choking me, hanging me with its noose, as the hope of light is my stool, keeping me alive. But then I hear him coming, hard footsteps.
The stool, the hope, is kicked out from under my feet and the noose becomes a vice like grip around the flesh of my throat. Cutting off my air like the darkness of my prison.
A life like this… I think one could understand my lack of speech. Even after so long, over a year after he got sick of me and threw me away, I can’t handle speaking. It’s been so long… Do I even remember my own voice?
Black hair fell in front of those mechanical, vibrant pink eyes. Forgiving and gentle, but forever lost to the memory of passion once had. No, lust. Not passion. For a second, Joachim almost forgot that he was nothing but a mail-order sex toy. Every square inch of seductive flesh was crafted just for his previous owner, perfect for several nights of fun and perhaps a beating if things didn’t go completely perfectly. Slowly, his full, pink lips gave way to a slithering grey cloud of smoke. He had always been warned that smoking was bad, but lungs were nothing to a Mecha. Easily replaced. The cylindrical death stick moved quickly up and downward, due to the flick of his fingers, removing any towering ash left at the end before he moved to intake another drag.
“How could you be so heartless?”
Those words he’d asked himself silently about him. Ah, the past and all it’s wonder. Joachim let a smirk curl at his lips as the smoke lingered for only a moment before a quick, cool wind blew past, sweeping against his skin. Sweeping against the skin of his knees where holes in his jeans were torn, brushing against the skin of his stomach where his black, short-sleeved shirt was too short to cover. A few eyes wandered him as he stood in all his marvel at that corner in silence. Eyes of passersby showed all he needed to know about the world. All of the eyes, aside from a few, were completely readable; sex, sex, sex. Stupid, ignorant humans. Able to feel what they wanted, when they wanted. So unlike the Mecha they built… Unable to feel more then one emotion, mainly ones they were programmed to feel. Well, except a choice few. Something like, “MechaAngels” or something, but they were only fables. Man, if they were as stories described, it would be extremely hard to tell them from regular humans, what with all of their emotions and their ‘souls’.
Joachim let jealousy course through him for a second as he stomped out the end of his cigarette. Pink eyes met black across the street. Him. Jo hadn’t been programmed to love, but sometimes he swore it was the only thing that could describe how attached he was to him, though the other had thrown him out so cruelly. However, he reacted differently then even he had expected. Joachim narrowed his light eyes at the dark man then broke their gaze and looked in a different direction. That would have warranted a punishment a long while ago, but there was nothing the other could do now. It wasn’t like he would stalk over and do something about it. For the first time in a long time, Joachim knew he’d won.
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