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The Omega Effect. Samara. Part one.
🕑 Added 2021-01-30 00:30:36 +0000 UTC"Omega has a way of getting under your skin. Stay too long and you begin to lose yourself, your morals, your hopes, your dreams. Omega will get in your head and twist you into something just as seedy and immoral and corrupt as it is.
Good women don't stay like that for long, and the tighter you cling to your convictions, the harder the fall when Omega finally breaks you."
Samara had scoffed when she heard that from an old Matriarch so high she could barely stand up at the street corner she worked, but a week later she began to worry the poor lost soul had been right.
She needed to escape Omega, not only to follow Morinth and bring her to justice, but to stop herself from crossing any more lines she'd thought she'd never so much as reach the edge of.
As the grimy Omega air caressed her naked bosom, and the beady eyes of the men who had propositioned her lit up with scummy delight, she swallowed. It was only a show of skin, a simply flash of her breasts in exchange for enough credits to eat that night, but it hadn't been too long ago when even that had appalled her.
How much further would she have to go to raise enough credits for a shuttle?
How much longer until she ended up just like that poor matriarch, whoring to the scum of the universe for drug money?
This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda along with four other parts which I'll be uploading over the coming few weeks.
