Natural Selection (Elijah Kamski x Reader)

Ballistic Interception

When the sun came up, the stars disappeared, and the northern lights had burned away into hellfire. A certain pounding in your head was incessant – the pressure in your sinuses built up like your brain was panting for breath and scraping at the inside of your skull, looking for a handhold.

Your eyes peeled open, and the room blurred and teetered on what seemed like an axis that was never quite aligned properly. The glow from lit city windows went crisp for a moment, fuzzy the next, then shook as if an earthquake was bringing Detroit to its very knees. The sun had gone down, you were able to discern that much. Maybe everything was a dream, and you were finally waking up. You pulled back the blankets in an effort to prove your theory, but ended up doing the opposite. You were completely naked, and your clothes were out of sight.

None of it was a dream. It'd happened. It had been real.

You felt sick.

You scrambled for your phone, nearly knocking it from the nightstand. 5 missed calls, 15 missed texts, all from Anthony. You swiped the notifications away to get to the home screen. Your face went numb as you realized that, while it was nighttime, it was the day after. You'd been asleep for more than 20 hours.

"What-"

"Ah, Mrs. Kamski." A Chloe emerged from the shadows, making you jump, "I didn't want to wake you. You seemed to be sleeping quite pleasantly."

"Chloe-" You pulled the blankets up to cover your bare body, "Chloe, what happened?"

"You don't remember?" She frowned, "I suppose that's normal. Mr. Kamski has a way of waking up in a daze after a night of using Red Ice."

"Red Ice?"

"Yes, in tablet form. It's new to Detroit, but also very bad for humans, and it is an illegal narcotic. I've told him many times that he should-"

"Are you telling me he gave me Red Ice?"

Her face twisted into something indistinguishable before she straightened it out into a smile, "I'm going to fix you something to eat. I've laid out aspirin and water on the end table, and a fresh set of clothing for your convenience."

Your eyes flickered to a chair in the corner with a dress and heels laid out, "Did you pick that out, or did he?"

"I did. He rather likes the color scheme. I'm sure it will look good on you."

What was there to life other than meeting his unmeetable demands?

Demands...

"Ugh..." You gripped your head as it came flooding back.

Him giving orders, and you obeying no differently than the android standing next to you. Chloe touching you, and you touching her, all for Elijah's pleasure. How things progressed on the bed when she was in between you and your husband. How he shoved her out of the way, sending her tumbling to the floor like she was trash when he'd been done with her. How he pulled you to the end of the bed and-

You shuddered, hugging yourself.

"Chloe." You swallowed hard, "A shower is what I need. Not a dress."

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Kamski, but I must recommend against that at the moment."

Your eyes narrowed, "And why would that be?"

"Mr. Kamski is..." Her eyes darted around the room.

Of course she was covering up for him. Part of you felt betrayed. Wasn't it a parameter of her programming to intervene if the wellbeing of another was compromised? Why did she let him...you stopped thinking about it. It didn't matter.