{"id":3462,"date":"2019-05-19T13:54:02","date_gmt":"2019-05-19T17:54:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3462"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:51:08","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:51:08","slug":"the-wanderer-part-twelve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Twelve"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"769\" data-attachment-id=\"3463\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/e497dde2-77cb-499b-a76e-739763a16e9b\/#main\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?fit=2000%2C1501&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2000,1501\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?fit=1024%2C769&amp;ssl=1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B-1024x769.jpeg?resize=1024%2C769\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3463\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?resize=1024%2C769&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/E497DDE2-77CB-499B-A76E-739763A16E9B.jpeg?w=2000&amp;ssl=1 2000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Author\u2019s Note:<br>This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will  eventually be published in novel form. Plot\/characters\/elements are  subject to change as it is being written. It\u2019s currently in 1st  person\/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. <strong>Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below<\/strong>.<\/em><br><br><strong>Genre:<\/strong> Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi <br><strong>Tags: <\/strong>prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug\/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child\/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)<\/p>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer\" class=\"menu\"><li id=\"menu-item-4605\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4606\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4607\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4608\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4609\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4610\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4611\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4612\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4613\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4614\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4615\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4616\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4617\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4618\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4619\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4620\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s no getting around the security cameras, so I don\u2019t have much element of surprise to work with, but I\u2019ve got a blaster shoved down the back of my pants that I\u2019m hoping Turk can\u2019t see on the old body-scanner pointed at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOpen up!\u201d I pound on the thick metal door. Turk\u2019s place is an ugly, squat building right next to the shuttle terminal. Windowless, it\u2019s nearly a fortress\u2014there\u2019s a king\u2019s ransom in real steel covering the walls, pitted in a few places but mostly scrubbed shiny from the sand and dust storms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTurk, you fucker\u2026 Open the goddamn door!\u201d I shout, staring into the lens of one of the cameras. I\u2019m probably going to die today, but I can\u2019t let him get away with what he did\u2014the image of Apple\u2019s poor, torn up face is burned into my retinas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s a loud clang on the other side of the door and I step back as it ratchets slowly open, my hand on the blaster\u2019s grip. It\u2019s Turk himself and he\u2019s wearing a faded pink bathrobe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jesus, he\u2019s hard to look at. He\u2019s had work done on his eyes\u2014built-in night vision and extra range\u2026 he loves to brag about it\u2014but he went to a cut-rate surgeon and wound up with scarring that makes it look like he stared into the flames of Hell. His cheeks are cut open and fitted with flexible, transparent inserts, exposing his teeth on both sides, but the weirdest part of his face, by far, is his perfectly pert nose, upturned and dainty like it belongs on some doll, not sitting in the middle of his self-inflicted wreckage. I can\u2019t believe Apple could stomach fucking him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere\u2019s my property?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His words jolt me out of my daze. My reflexes are stupid-slow. I should have pulled the gun the second I laid eyes on him, but the whiskey is still going strong in my bloodstream and I\u2019m sluggish from exhaustion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s <em>mine<\/em>,\u201d I growl, leveling the blaster at him. He is\u2014Apple\u2019s mine in every way that there is, and if there is even the slightest possibility that I survive this suicide mission, I\u2019m going to dedicate my life to keeping him safe and happy. No one will <em>ever<\/em> hurt him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I see movement in my peripheral and my instincts and training kick in\u2014I swing the gun to my six, popping off two shots at Turk\u2019s goon. The guy falls back hard, a smoking hole in the middle of his chest, and I turn around just in time to blast another hole straight through the head of the guy about to attack me. Even though he\u2019s now missing most of his face\u2014I can see the wall straight through his head\u2014he doesn\u2019t fall right away, just wobbles on his feet as he feels the edges of the wound. There\u2019s no blood, the wound is cauterized, and the air is redolent of burnt flesh, piss, and shit\u2026 My heart starts to race and I\u2019m getting tunnel vision. Helluva fucking time to have a panic attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Before I can react, a third guy tackles me to the ground. I feel my nose break as I hit the floor with my face, and the wind is knocked out of me. I blink through the pain, trying to draw breath, and focus on the slippered feet that stop in my line of vision. Finally, I cough, wheezing and struggling in the goon\u2019s grasp as Turk squats down to stare at me. His robe\u2019s wide open and his big, hideous dick is just dangling there in front of my face. It\u2019s deformed and covered in broken veins and old surgery scars, the head of it bulbous and flared, a real nightmare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What a last sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I laugh, spitting out a chip of tooth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGo on. Kill me,\u201d I rasp. The boys would be safe at the hostel\u2014Drenner assured me he\u2019d hide them when he sold me the blaster\u2014and tomorrow they\u2019ll be long gone. Pytre will take care of Apple and in turn Apple will take care of Pytre\u2026 teach him how to survive with his wits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cKill you? No. You\u2019re not going to die for a long while, my friend,\u201d Turk says, patting my shoulder. He stands up, murmuring to someone I can\u2019t see. I feel the pinch of a needle in my neck and everything fades to grey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m only half awake when I realize that someone is balls-deep inside me while I\u2019m tied down to something. Wait, not tied\u2026 I\u2019m paralyzed. I can\u2019t even open my eyes, but I can feel everything. I\u2019m on my stomach on something soft, a bed probably, with something shoved under my hips to elevate my ass\u2014my legs are hanging off the side of the bed and the toes of my boots are scraping the floor in time to the pounding I\u2019m getting. Boots? I\u2019m still wearing my pants it seems. I\u2019m guessing they ripped a hole in the seat to get access.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Damn, I liked these pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The guy slams into me hard with a grunt, finishing off, then pulls out. Almost immediately, someone else takes his place, and I let out a muffled moan. My ass is sore\u2014how long has this been going on? I try to lift my eyelids again but nothing happens. I think of the relief girl at the bar\u2014at least she gets to sleep through the rough stuff. This guy\u2019s going way too deep, but there\u2019s fuck all I can do about it except ride out the pain and hope he cums soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The asshole finally does and I breathe out a sigh of relief, but my respite is short-lived\u2014a third guy sticks his dick in me, thankfully smaller than the last two, and starts speed-fucking me. With all the squelching and splattering I hear\u2014god knows how many fuckers pumped and dumped\u2014it\u2019s gotta be like churning butter back there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, this is what Turk has planned for me? Fuck my ass raw? Rape me to death?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Finally, I get my eyes a bit open and I see that Turk\u2019s sitting on the bed, just watching his fellas run a train on me and jerking off slowly. His dick looks only half hard but it\u2019s still bigger than anything that's ever stretched my hole\u2026 I\u2019m sure he\u2019s going to take his turn eventually and I will admit that the idea scares the living shit out of me. What if I can piss him off enough that he\u2019ll just put me out of my misery instead?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cListen, you fucking freak\u2014\u201d I try, but it comes out as a mess of hissing and garbled vowels. However, it gets his attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAh, you\u2019re awake. Good. Enjoying yourself?\u201d He smiles and the inserts in his cheeks sort of buckle, making him even more grotesque.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFuck you,\u201d I reply. Of course, it sounds nothing like that, but Turk can probably figure out what I said by my tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He laughs and shakes his head. My dance partner changes again and this time I let out a strangled yell. Either the guy\u2019s dick is covered in studs or he\u2019s wearing some kind of sheath\u2014either way, my ass is getting scooped out so hard I\u2019ve got tears in my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFuck you,\u201d I mumble again, my tongue only half obeying me. My nose is throbbing in time to my heartbeat and I can\u2019t breathe through it\u2014I\u2019d almost forgotten it was broken\u2014but the pain is nothing compared to what\u2019s happening to my poor backside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Turk smiles wide, then licks his finger and thumb before pinching one of his nipples. I just close my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>What a way to go...<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Suddenly, I hear something that makes my heart beat faster: a Petrov Ten shuttle taking off. The whole place is shaking with the force of it. Shit, how long was I unconscious? It's morning already? But, it really doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019m just happy that Pytre and Apple are safe. I might not look like I\u2019m smiling but I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Safe travels<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Turk speaks up after the roar of the shuttle fades. \u201cSee, if you hadn\u2019t killed Stern and Bruce, we mighta reached some sort of agreement, like,\u201d Turk says. \u201cI was willing to let you buy the boy back, you know. Give you a good price for him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I let out a shuddering breath when the guy with the studded dick pulls out, but then I feel fingers enter my wrecked ass, pushing in, and I whimper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut no... you come into <em>my<\/em> house and <em>kill<\/em> my guys? That don\u2019t sit well with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m barely listening because the fucker behind me is twisting his hand, back and forth, trying to get it to fit and it feels like something\u2019s going to tear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMessing up the kid\u2019s face... now, I didn\u2019t like doing it, pretty boy like that deserves better. But it\u2019s your fault, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>My fault<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The thought barely registers because a few things happen almost simultaneously, taking up all my attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The first, is my ass finally accepts the guy\u2019s fist and instead of pain, I spontaneously start cumming so hard\u2014I mean, full-body, toe-curling hard\u2014that the wail coming from between my clenched teeth sounds like a steam whistle. That\u2019s never happened before... I mean, my dick\u2019s not even hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The guy fisting me is so surprised he yanks his hand out of me\u2014or so I thought that\u2019s what happened... but then I hear yelling and a loud bang, and the unmistakable whirring sound of a minigun powering up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I still can\u2019t turn or lift my head, so I can only guess at what\u2019s happening around me, but I hear Turk begging for his life and damn does that make me happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When a tinny lifeless voice demands that Turk\u2019s men put down their guns, I recognize it. An Enforcer? Back when \u2018Boh-7 was a slightly more lawful place, the Enforcer droids made up the bulk of the police force. Days before the coup that turned the moon into its current anarchic state, someone managed to hack their systems, turning them into guns for hire for anyone who could afford them... which isn\u2019t many, these days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hear the clattering of dropped weapons and a second later, a gentle hand on my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAre you all right?\u201d Pytre asks. Why isn\u2019t he on the shuttle? Not that I\u2019m not happy to see him...<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cCan\u2019t move,\u201d I mutter through sluggish lips. I feel like I just shat out a bowling ball\u2014I\u2019m afraid to ask for the damage report. Also, I\u2019m still tingling from head to toe from climaxing, and I don\u2019t know how to process what happened. I\u2019m just glad it\u2019s over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I grunt with surprise as I\u2019m turned over, then lifted off the bed by two thick metal arms that hold me against the droid\u2019s cold grey body. Pytre quickly pulls a blanket off the bed and drapes it over me. It\u2019s not like I really care that my bare ass is hanging down for all the world to ogle but I appreciate the gesture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWait,\u201d I say as we start off. Turk and his goons are just standing around us. Why are they still breathing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre looks up. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTuhk...\u201d I gurgle. \u201cNo... kill?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201c<em>Why<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhy? Because, according to Drenner, he owes a <em>lot<\/em> of credits to a <em>lot<\/em> of scary people... and who do you think will come after us when they find out Turk\u2019s no longer capable of paying them back?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He\u2019s right. That\u2019s why I didn\u2019t tell Drenner who the blaster was intended for\u2014I knew he\u2019d try to stop me. Damn it. I should have told Pytre to keep his mouth shut. While I don\u2019t really care about my own hide, the thought of putting Pytre, and by extension Apple, in harm\u2019s way makes me nauseous. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We <em>can\u2019t<\/em> kill them. Even if we have the Enforcer shoot Turk's head off his shoulders and kill every last one of his henchmen, chances are the droid belongs to one of those scary people Pytre mentioned, and between its body cam and Turk\u2019s security system, there would be no hiding who did it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Something dawns on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSold... tick\u2019ts?\u201d It's the only explanation for how he can afford to hire out an Enforcer droid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre nods, leading us out of what I\u2019m guessing is Turk\u2019s bedroom. \u201cFor the Enforcer and for the doctor. I also gave Drenner most of the credits left over from the chartreuse for a month\u2019s worth of rent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Shit. So we\u2019re broke again. And neither Apple nor I will be making money the usual way any time soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI want that boy back!\u201d Turk shouts, following us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre surprises me by turning around, his expression one of sheer fury. \u201cEnforcer, shoot him in the knee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat? Fuck!\u201d Turk sounds like he\u2019s running away. The droid swivels 180 degrees, me still cradled in its arms like a baby, and blasts off a shot from one of its shoulder guns. It goes right over my head, so close I smell burning ozone, and Turk goes down like a sack of wet garbage with a neat hole through the back of his knee. Pytre stands above the wailing merc, his face serene. His measured words are icy cold: \u201cIf you ever go near Apple again, I\u2019m going to cut your cock off and feed it to you a piece at a time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Jesus<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre winds through the streets, the Enforcer following behind at a steady pace. I\u2019m half asleep by the time we get to the hostel, lulled into dozing by the vibrations coming up from the droid\u2019s treads... and possibly, <em>probably<\/em> shock. My brain just wants to shut down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the hostel, we go all the way to the top floor to a room I\u2019ve never seen before. It\u2019s much bigger than where we\u2019ve been staying and it has two large beds\u2014a bit wider than doubles. This must be what Drenner calls the \u201cHoneymoon Suite\u201d. Like all the other rooms in the discount hostel there are no wall decorations and just the bare minimum of furnishings, but I notice with some hazy amusement that there\u2019s a little blue vase with a fake yellow flower in it on the table. Classy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A slender blonde woman with thick-framed glasses is leaning over Apple on the bed, nodding at whatever he\u2019s saying. I\u2019m assuming the woman is the doctor Pytre mentioned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cEnforcer, put him down here,\u201d Pytre says, pointing to the other bed. Gently, the droid settles me down on the bed. \u201cEnforcer, you can go.\u201d The droid beeps twice and swivels around, leaving us to go back to its master, whoever that is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I look over at Apple. Most of his face is swathed in clean white bandages, so he can\u2019t see me, but I say, \u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d My voice still sounds weird and for a sec I wonder if he even knows it\u2019s me, but then he nods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe was given some kind paralytic. Or tranquilizers. Maybe both,\u201d Pytre explains to the woman as she stands to come take a look at me. Without a word, she grabs my nose and\u2014<em>crack<\/em>\u2014jerks it straight. I yell, my eyes streaming, and almost hyperventilate as I lay there twisting in agony. I\u2019ve broken my nose half a dozen times and it hurts the same every goddamn time. On the plus side, the adrenaline seems to have given me some of my mobility back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I\u2019ve gotten a hold of myself  the woman leans over me again. I wonder what her story is. Doctors here generally fall into two categories. The first are doctors who never actually got a license or even studied medicine. Most of them are pure butchers and the only doctors most people can afford.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The second class of doctors are the ones who had licenses but lost them. I\u2019m pegging this lady for the latter\u2014maybe she lost her license because she made a bad call, but from the way her grey eyes stare at me without a shred of life or compassion in them, I\u2019m going to assume she lost it because she likes cutting up orphans in her spare time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere else?\u201d she says, her accent marking her as a newcomer to this moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe was... uh...\u201d Pytre goes bright pink as he gestures to my pelvis. Gone is the tough guy who threatened a dangerous man with castration just ten minutes ago. He looks like he\u2019s going to cry and it hurts me because I know why that is. Well, I guess we have something new in common now, don\u2019t we? \u201cHe-he was\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cRaped,\u201d I say, sparing him the words. \"A whole bunch.\" The doctor nods, looking almost bored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre swallows and looks away. \u201cI\u2019m going to get some food for us. I\u2019ll be back.\u201d He almost runs for the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Once he\u2019s gone, the woman asks me if I can turn over on my stomach so she can take a look, and I manage to with a little help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After some not-so-gentle prodding, she stands up. \u201cYou\u2019ll be fine. There are some abrasions but nothing that won\u2019t heal in a few days. You\u2019ll probably want to stick a freeze pack on there.\u201d I hear her pull her gloves off with a <em>snap<\/em> and I slowly roll to my side. \u201cThe little one said you\u2019re a sex worker?\u201d She lifts an eyebrow at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I nod. I guess I have to come out of retirement as soon as my ass is healed up, don\u2019t I? <em>Fucking hell<\/em>. Maybe Pytre can get more liquor to sell?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cA little old for that kind of work, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I just frown at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI assume you\u2019re up to date on your immunizations?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d Both Apple and I get regular shots of black market Termezine and Declorazam to keep our dicks from falling off and our assholes free of disease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGood. Bring this one to me in ten days to get the stitches out,\u201d the doctor says, pointing to Apple. \u201cAnd keep the dressings clean.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The doctor picks up her bag and leaves without another word or a backwards glance. I\u2019m guessing Pytre already squared up with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAsher?\u201d Apple\u2019s voice is muffled by the bandages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHang on,\u201d I say and struggle to a sitting position. My legs are like wet noodles so I hang onto the mattress as I lower myself to the floor to crawl the space between the beds. It takes a few minutes, but I manage to pull myself up so I\u2019m lying next to Apple. I take his unbandaged hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou ok, old man?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I think about it for a minute. \u201cI will be,\u201d I answer. \u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI will be.\u201d I see the corner of his mouth curl up a tiny bit, but then I\u2019m startled when he lets out a shuddering whimper. \u201cI\u2019m going to lose my eye.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s fine,\u201d I say, squeezing his hand. \u201cYou\u2019ve got a spare.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This time he laughs, then groans in pain. The doctor\u2019s taped up his chest, so I\u2019m guessing he\u2019s got some broken ribs, not to mention the tear in his cheek. I shake my head. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cS\u2019ok.\u201d He squeezes my hand back. \u201cHow\u2019s it look?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can\u2019t see anything because of the bandages, but I reach over and lift up the corner of the gauze covering his cheek. The stitches are very neat and tidy\u2014there\u2019s probably about twenty of them repairing Apple\u2019s torn face\u2014but his flesh is so bruised it hurts to look at. I place the bandage back, my stomach in knots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt looks fine,\u201d I lie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBullturds.\u201d The side of his lip turns up again in a small smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I lay there quietly, just watching him breathe. \u201cMy nose got broken too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh yeah? Hurts like a bastard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can\u2019t tell if it\u2019s because I\u2019m exhausted, in pain, or actively trying not to think about what I just went through, but I feel just plain wrong. Mostly in my head. I feel like crying for a bit but I don\u2019t want to worry Apple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDid he tell you why he did this to me?\u201d Apple whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I frown. \u201cNo. He didn\u2019t say.\u201d I\u2019m sure I\u2019d remember it if he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s because I told him I was going to go back to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>It\u2019s your fault. <\/em>So that\u2019s what he meant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou were right about him. All of it. I was just... I thought... Maybe you didn\u2019t need me anymore. With the priest around. You know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ok, so I am crying now, but doing it as quietly as I can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh yeah?\u201d I say, my voice hoarse. \u201c<em>That\u2019s<\/em> bullturds.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple lets out a shaky sigh and I realize that behind the bandages he\u2019s also crying. What a pair we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I clear my throat trying to think of something cheerful to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou should have seen Pytre. He threatened to cut Turk\u2019s cock off and make him eat it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple lets out a raspy chuckle, then a moan of pain, but his ribs and face don\u2019t stop him from laughing again. \u201cThat\u2019s fitting, coming from him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My forehead wrinkles up. \u201cIs it?\u201d I\u2019d found it weirdly out of character, though I'd chalked it up to the shit he's been through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah. He\u2019s a Rimer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, he\u2019s a eunuch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m silent for a few seconds, digesting this information.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAsher?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cUh. Yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh...\u201d Apple says softly. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I just grunt in reply. Then I sigh. 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Windowless, it\u2019s nearly a fortress\u2014there\u2019s a king\u2019s ransom in real steel covering the walls, pitted in a few places but mostly scrubbed shiny from the sand and dust storms. \u201cTurk, you fucker\u2026 Open the goddamn &#8230; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more-container\"><a title=\"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Twelve\" class=\"read-more button\" href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/#more-3462\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Wanderer &#8211; Part Twelve\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"generate_page_header":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[72],"tags":[645,483,143],"class_list":["post-3462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-beys-tales-writing-2","tag-post-apocalypse","tag-rape","tag-sci-fi"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4sexs-TQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3402,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/","url_meta":{"origin":3462,"position":0},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Ten","author":"Bey","date":"April 7, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Apple won\u2019t meet my eye as he moves around the room packing his few belongings. \u201cYou can\u2019t be serious,\u201d I say, laughing. \u201cTurk\u2019s just looking to make a few bucks off your ass.\u201d He stops and glares at me before resuming. \u201cHe says he loves me,\u201d he replies, his tone\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Bey's Tales&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Bey's Tales","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/category\/writing-2\/beys-tales-writing-2\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3297,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/","url_meta":{"origin":3462,"position":1},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Seven","author":"Bey","date":"February 22, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Despite Pytre not weighing more than my right leg, I\u2019m gasping for breath by the time I reach the hostel. 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