Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 16 : Closing the Chapter of the Past

Anya backed away from the sight, too stunned to say anything there. The sight itself was not chilling. The implication behind it was. If this was their instinctive reaction for pleasing her, then how many times in their lives had they done this?

Done this and then gotten praised.

Done this and then been used as the position suggested it to.

Taehyung's legs were trembling now with the amount of effort it took to keep it straight. The posture perfect.

Tae tightened his muscles to stop the quivering, his back completely wet with sweat coating it.

Earlier, Anya had not cared. She still did not care about so many thousands of hybrids going through the very same situation as the one hinted before her. But this was different

They were her hybrids.

Her Conditioned hybrids.

This cut her.

She was someone who was untouchable in the society to the extent that no one bothered her. And to think that the people in her care were still subjected to such an anguish was unthinkable.

Worse was the fact that Anya knew that Taehyung and Jungkook were hoping to impress her.

She knew that the both of them were expecting praises from her. Were expecting affection for what they had done.

It was that thought that hurt her.

The thought that they were so perfectly conditioned, their psychological compulsion so rooted, that they firmly believed that degrading them was the proof of love, that humiliating them was what should be normal.

That using them meant they were cherished by her.

"Taehyung, Jungkook, stand up." Anya called out to them in a shaky voice.

Their tails swished once, but both of them maintained their position.

Trying to calm herself down, Anya entered the room fully. She closed the door behind her.

As she came closer to them, she understood one thing.

Her other hybrids knew what was happening to them was unfortunate, they wanted to escape that hell. So they easily caught on to what she wanted. How she wanted them to treat themselves and what to let go of. What mannerism she hated.

It was easy for them to follow, because they hated it themselves too.

But Taehyung and Jungkook never even questioned what was being done to them. They were both the prime examples of a successful endeavor by the scientist in brainwashing and taming predator hybrids in the way the humans wanted.

As such, she needed to make them understand it in their language. She could not expect them to accept what she wanted. It would be confusing for their slave mentality which had only known that lifestyle as the sole truth in their limited experience.

She knew she could break their conditioning. She knew it. Because both of them were either Black or a Code Red. She just needed to find the weak point in their psyche.

She needed to search for the unfortified point in their conditioning, in their emotions.

"Taehyung, Jungkook. Do not make me repeat myself. Get up."

Both of them lifted their heads, lowered their bottoms, but still maintained the position.

After a few seconds, "We remained this way since you asked us to wait Master. Did we do good?" a small, insecure voice reached her. Taehyung.