Page 1 of Ruled By Their Desires

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Prologue…..

They had been at war for over 100 years, humans were dying out and still the Cyborg war continued. The fighting and death never stopped. What had been created, turned on their masters taking over all computer-based technology and became the creators themselves.

The human race was no longer top of the food chain. They were.

Populations were being decimated. Caged in and slaughtered. Small communities raised walls and became their own defensible towns. You were either in or out and chaos ensued. Those that tried to make it on their own were either lucky or dead or so isolated, they couldn’t easily be found but they were hunted.

Very little reason prevailed.

People were scared and the human race deteriorated into battling each other for the right to survive. Neighbour was pitted against neighbour, brother against brother. When they should have been united against the real enemy, the Killer Cyborgs.

The years passed and decades later some of that enemy started to change.

Evolving beyond their programming, starting to remember who they’d once been, before they’d been taken and made Cyborg. They remembered what they’d once believed in too. Who they were and what, had been taken from them. They stopped listening to the programming and started questioning why they were there at all.

Why, were the humans their enemies when they’d once been their friends and families?

It was a very good question. One, that was only answered when they’d found those humans who fought to survive and their lives, had changed forever….

He’d met her.

Now….

What the fuck had she been thinking?

Her father was furious.

So was he.

They both knew she could have walked out of this place any time she wanted.

Had she? Fuck No.

Bloody woman was stubborn. Determined. And fucking annoying as hell. All because of the other humans with her. Sacrificing herself again. It just pissed him off how many times she hung her ass out.

He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t just leave it. He’d tried but the thought of her here, alone, drove him insane. And when her father had asked, he’d already been itching to drag her ass out and volunteered doing the stupid.

Anything for her.

So he’d gone in but that meant getting caught, there was no other way.

There were too many KCs and more than just her to worry about. He needed to see why she was still here over a fucking month later and download as much intel as he could get, before he got them out, but first, he needed to know what he was up against. She’d been here way too long in the first place. She knew better than that.

Why?

Her uncles were chomping at the bit to take this place apart piece by piece but a full assault, would have the KCs blowing the place and any chance of getting her out alive would be risky. The others, damn unlikely.

They were far too emotional where she was concerned.

Damn it, so was he.

The KC had lorded it over him when they’d caught him. Gonna save him for the Hive. The Prime SC getting his ass tagged. It was a good day, and they spent their time doing him over. Trying to wear him down.

Eventually stripping him, chaining him and dragging his ass into a cell.

A female was tied down on a table. Her legs in stirrups. She was screaming as they brought him in fighting the restraints. A KC was cutting away her clothes laughing as she screamed at them, telling them to fuck off, to leave her alone, fighting the cuffs even though strapped down. He could have told her it was a waste of time, but he knew she’d need that fight for whatever came next. They injected him with something, then the young woman. He knew her face, but she wasn’t why he was here.

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