Soulless and Sentient - Part Three

I begin to shiver in the cold night air and the rain, the tight and revealing clothes leaving me with little to combat the cold. My mouth hangs open, whimpering half words slipping out from my lips as I try to comprehend just what was happening.

I watch as the hands flutter about once more, patting over my body as if to take stock before pulling a phone from my top and typing.

'Spare key under mat, go home'

 I feel a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of the petite hand plunging unto the cavernous cleavage inside the tight teal top only acting as a part of the strange sensations wracking my rebellious body. The feeling of the hot and sweat-soaked phone clinging to the soft and supple fatty flesh bound inside the top, the device causing my skin to catch and cling thanks to the warm moisture, causing my mind to reel.

Covering the phone screen with one hand, fighting to keep the rain away from the already sweat coated device, my body rapidly begins to type out yet another message in a clumsy frenzy with the other hand.

'Please, I help'

'Promise'

Soulless and Sentient - Part Two

"Perfect..." drones a tired disinterested voice, a set of hands clutching at my collar.

In the faint light of the side street, the street lamps from the main road doing their best to try and illuminate the shadowy alley, I find myself freezing up as I look at one of the girls I had lingered on during my walk home.

My mind struggles to snap from the mixture of shock and the heady haze of liquor as she tugs herself closer to me, my eyes darting over her in the dim light as I finally find myself recognizing her from inside the gym.

Rain and sweat soak her teal top, the tight spandex struggling to restrain the immense bust beneath. Her rack rises and falls rhythmically with her heavy breathing, the race to catch up to me leaving her panting after her vigorous workout. Strands of shimmering platinum blonde hair cling to her vacant face, her plush lips twitching slightly as they struggle to even weakly smile up at me.

I stare into her unfocused hazel eyes, her long lashes fluttering on occasion due to the drizzling rain. The heady scent of built-up sweat blends with the chemical yet floral smell of women's deodorant, the latter seeming to have been poorly or lazily applied before her workout.

Soulless and Sentient - Part One

However, seeing was believing. My world turning upside down when I came face to face, lips to lips, with one of these poor creatures as I stumbled home drunk one night.

A slight drizzle comes down outside in a misty haze, the window by my seat fogging up as the warmth inside the bar clashes with the frigid cold outside. The whole place is abuzz, my usual nerdy haunt hosting an afterparty for a local convention, with people in various costumes and cosplay staggering about with new friends and acquaintances.

Soulless and Sentient - Prologue

They shamble through life, the not-quite-walking dead. Their eyes glazed over and unfocused without that certain vital spark behind them. Grunting and mumbling out one-word answers through strained tones they shuffle about as though on rails, looking for something.

While many move about this way, life getting them down or simply due to a rough night's sleep, there are some with some greater issue. These scant few can only grow in number, though their affliction is normally simply spread.

The lack of one's soul.