The Demoness of Chengdu

  Matthew stoked the fire, then coughed the smoke up. It reminded him of his screaming rebirth. He had walked halfway to New Chonqing apparently, before whatever brought him back did so. A dreamy haze of memories . He remembered being held down by three soldiers as they he tried to practically tear his own nipples off. Scratching at these mounds that didn’t belong on his chest. Tearing at the hair flowing down his thin, soft and hairless face. They dragged him through the embers back towards their camp.   He hated it. Why him? Before he had been a critical thinker, a journalist, no. He hated killing and violence, but now he was just a disgusting tool for the new Chinese empire, in body at least. A breeder, as the more militant ones referred to them. Some theorised there were variants of the nanovirus, like wife, infiltrator, but all were dedicated body and soul to the national plan.   The other resistance members often refused to talk to him. He needed to ...

  American man to Chinese woman TG Be advised that there is some light horror within. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The young soldier hurried back to his bunks. Siberian winds ran rampant through the camp at this hour, and every nerve in his body was twitching from the raw slices against his skin. As he settled into the top bed the random coughing around him interrupted his thoughts. These fires weren't doing their lungs any good. His clammy skin stuck against the cold bed. No matter which side he chose. He reached out to the charm next to his bed and gave it a quick rub. He tried to avoid thinking too much though. His commander told them to keep their gaze focused towards the future… but all he could think of was the comforts of the very recent past. They had woke them in the middle of the night, ordered them to pack all their belongings, scared the shit out of anyone who asked why, and piled them into an APC. After one ass destroy...