Lust for Tomorrow

Submission is freeing... Love is a trap. I've never seen his face. But I ache to feel his body. My fellow soldiers call him Alpha. It's an insult, mocking his macho bravado, his aggressive arrogance. I've heard the snark, seen the rolled eyes. Alpha. It's a joke. But when I hear him speak... His rich, deep voice. His lush British accent... I guess the joke's on me. Since the zombies came, civilization fell, and new social structures arose, I've known that my independence relies on my disint...