@@ -31,7 +31,7 @@ You look up from your desk as the locked door to your office unseals, and a doze
What was that last thing he said? It's getting hard to think right. The $PC.refreshment... Drugged... You collapse onto your desk, unconscious.
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<<if $Bodyguard != 0>>
A sharp pain and a rush of adrenaline drags you back to your senses. Sneaking a peak, you witness $Bodyguard.slaveName valiantly trying to protect you, despite <<if $Bodyguard.amp < 0>>her cybernetics being locked down<<else>>the overwhelming odds<</if>>. As she and the their leader struggle closer to your desk, his revolver and a syringe are dislodged onto your desk. It seems drugging you wasn't their first thought. With $Bodyguard.slaveName's risky gamble, your fate hsa fallen back into your hands.
A sharp pain and a rush of adrenaline drags you back to your senses. Sneaking a peak, you witness $Bodyguard.slaveName valiantly trying to protect you, despite <<if $Bodyguard.amp < 0>>her cybernetics being locked down<<else>>the overwhelming odds<</if>>. As she and their leader struggle closer to your desk, his revolver and a syringe are dislodged onto your desk. It seems drugging you wasn't their first thought. With $Bodyguard.slaveName's risky gamble, your fate has fallen back into your hands.
<<else>>
You'll spend the rest of your life a breeder to the Societal Elite; blinded and muted. More than a slave, but still less than your master. Life isn't so bad, your two most devoted slaves were taken along to keep you happy, and you are treated quite well, possibilities considered. Though once your eggs dry up, odds are your little remaining usefulness will be at an end. Best not to think too much into it.
