Chapter 6 - Revenge

The knock on the hotel door a couple of days later came as such a relief to Emily. She opened up, seeing that the huge, handsome Marz was standing there, just as he had promised he would be.

“Hello there, Piggy!” he whispered, leaning his large arm against the doorframe and smiling broadly as he stood, waiting to be let in.

Emily felt the blood rushing to her face. Under Marz’s gaze she felt so pitifully weak and helpless, simply waiting for any chance she could to submit to him. She watched as Marz strutted in and closed the door behind them both. “So, er… what do you want to do?” she asked awkwardly, eyeing Marz’s powerful glutes.

Marz spun around and raised a skeptical eyebrow with a look of pure amusement on his face. “What do you think I’ve come here to do?” he chuckled. “I’ve been getting so pissed listening to your uncle talking trash about AI for the last few days. The only thing that’s kept me going is the knowledge that I’m going to come here and fuck his niece so hard she’ll squeal even more than she did last time.”

Emily’s eyes lit up. A revenge fuck sounded like the hottest thing imaginable. The previous night, she’d woken up whilst climaxing, enjoying a dream where Marz had captured her and whisked her away to a secret hideout, away from everything she knew; fucking her senseless every minute of the day.

“How do you do it?” Emily asked. “How do you keep your cool when the government is so clearly determined to eradicate the F80s?”

Marz sat himself down on the bed, and pulled Emily towards him so that she sat on his knee. Her hands naturally fell onto his large, strapping chest. “You know, according to the history books, people thought the peak of artificial intelligence would be for them to beat a human at a game of chess. They spent millions on developing the software, studying the games and strategies. Now, it’s unthinkable to ever imagine a human winning a game against AI,” Marz explained. “And I guess all those early years of training really paid off, because, I for one, always make sure I am at least three steps ahead of any opponent I’m up against.”

There was a gravity in the way that Marz spoke. Emily felt even smaller in his shadow and knew then not to underestimate the man. Perhaps everything that she knew up until the point was not as it seemed. As the pair of them began stripping off their clothes, Emily wondered: maybe she hadn’t really fallen down this rabbit hole.

Perhaps she had been pushed.