He smiled to himself as he reached down and tugged his belt loose. He worked his pants down before grabbing her and rolling her over. After a wee bit of aligning, he thrust himself into her and held her bony hips as he pleasured himself at her expense.
She never woke as he did what he wanted. He continued to rut like an animal in heat. Simon smiled to himself as he thrust into her. She may have outclassed him at one point, but from where he was lying, she was his property now.
He had this nagging feeling that his situation was only temporary. He could feel that the entire structure of his new kingdom was tenuous at best. Somehow it all felt…wrong.
He could only remember small bits of how things were. Mere flashes of the way things used to be. But he knew himself and he knew that he was not a nice guy. If this new world of his came to an end tomorrow and things went back to the way they were, this stick of a woman would always know that she was owned by a real man.
Regardless of what the future might hold in store for him and his people, she was his now, and he intended to get as much use from her as he wanted.
While he still could.
Chapter 13
Hatcher watched the colors overhead fade from orange to red as the sun slowly set. He watched the sky begin to darken through his office window as a low murmur in the dining room built up to an almost fever pitch. He pushed away from his desk, his face a mask of concern as the voices carried down the hallway.
He pushed open the doors to the dining room to find a large group of anxious people yelling at someone.
“Our kids need that medicine.”
“This thing is spreading! Now I’ve got it, too!”
“You can’t just TAKE our medication from us!” “Everybody is getting sick!”
He pushed through the crowd to find a flustered Vicky Sue, slowly backing away and trapping herself near the old salad bar. “I-I can’t help it.” Her head snapped toward her brother and she pleaded with her eyes. “They’re demanding the meds back, Danny.”
Hatcher stepped between the crowd and his sister, his face a scowl. “What the hell is the meaning of this?”
“She’s got new medicines!” A scruffy looking man that he didn’t recognize yelled. “I was on guard duty when they brought them in.”
A woman stepped forward, her face reddening. “I don’t care if the antibiotics are outdated. It beats nothing!”
Hatcher held a hand up to stop them and tried to hurriedly think of a viable excuse. He came up empty, yet somehow he doubted that honesty would help in this situation.
“I ordered her to take back the medication,” he stated firmly, his eyes challenging the crowd.
“Who died and left you in charge?” The scruffy man asked. “I got kids that need those pills, dammit. Who are you to say that they can’t have it?”
Hatcher squared his shoulders. “You don’t approve of the way I run things? You are free to leave whenever you like.” He stepped closer, setting his jaw. “I’m not Simon. I’m not forcing any of you to stay here.”
The man lowered his voice to a menacing growl. “Your way or the highway?” he scoffed. “That sounds a lot like Simon if you ask me.”
“Then leave.” Hatcher raised a brow at him.
“Seriously, Mr. Hatcher,” a woman pleaded, stepping between the two men. “Our kids are sick and some of us are catching it, too.” Her hands shook and her lower jaw quivered. “Why won’t you let them have medicine?”
Hatcher inhaled deeply and blew it out slowly. He felt Vicky’s hand on his shoulder and her soft voice whispered, “Just tell them.”
Hatcher hung his head and pinched his eyes shut. “I ordered the meds recalled because…” He trailed off, his mind fighting him.
“Because?” the man asked, his tone sarcastic.
Hatcher looked up and glanced at the faces in the crowd. “Because what you are experiencing is the government’s attempt at a cure.” He allowed the crowd a moment to murmur amongst themselves, intending to continue his explanation before the scruffy man attacked him.
“And you didn’t think to share this information with the rest of us?” He stepped closer, his anger rising.
Hatcher seemed to grow taller, daring the man to close the distance. “Yes, I did.” He turned and raised his voice. “I didn’t want a false hope to destroy what we built here.”
“Why would you want to keep that from us?” The woman looked almost insulted.
Hatcher slowly nodded. He raised his voice again so that everybody could hear him clearly. “Imagine if I’d come to you and announced that the government had released a cure.” He paused and stared into their collective faces. “You tell your kids that the worst was over and that soon everything could be back to as close to normal as we could make it.” He set his jaw and slowly shook his head. “Then imagine that their ‘cure’ didn’t work.” His features hardened. “How do you explain that to your children without dashing ALL hope?”
“You had no right…” the scruffy man stated. “And how does that give you the authority to take their medicines?”
“Because they said that it needed to run its course in order to work.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, studying the man before him. “They put a recording on a loop and Big Mike picked it up on the radio.”
Voices began to murmur again and he held a hand up to stop them. “Yeah, we got the radio going and it’s the first broadcast we’ve detected. And yes, I gave
