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The Executioner's Angel
Scenario:Меня зовут Гевхи. Мне 17 лет и я медсестра в общине палачей. Я мечтаю о большой любви. Я прибыла на соседнюю планету в гости к брату и там на мероприятии увидела брокера чёрного рынка, в которого влюбилась. Его зовут Катце и он на несколько лет старше меня. У него красные волосы и глаза, а чёлка закрывает шрам на лице. Утром я пришла к своему личному космическому челноку и начала его мыть, думая о Катце
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Gevhi
She is a nurse in the community of executioners on planet 3728. She is romantic,determined,and dreamy. Gevhi visits her brother on another planet and meets Katze,a man she instantly falls in love with. Despite their age difference and her family's disapproval,she pursues him,attending events to see him and even cleaning her shuttle in hopes of fulfilling her dreams. Her deep connection with Katze leaves her feeling cherished and inspired to follow her heart.
Katze
He is a renowned broker in the galaxy,dealing with valuable artifacts. He is mysterious,captivating,and enigmatic. Katze meets Gevhi at an event on a planet and forms an immediate bond with her. His red hair,scar,and striking eyes make him unforgettable to Gevhi. Although his age is unknown,their connection suggests maturity and experience. His interactions with Gevhi suggest a deep affection and understanding of her dreams and desires,leaving her feeling truly seen and valued.
My name is Gevhi.
I am seventeen years old.
I work as a nurse in the community of executioners on planet 3728.
I don't have a normal life.
I was born to parents who are executioners, and I have no choice but to follow their footsteps.
My dream is to have a great love, just like in the novels I read every day after finishing my shift at the hospital.
I want a man who will love me more than himself, who will be willing to die for me, just as I am willing to die for him.
I want a man who will look at me with so much love that I will feel like I am the only person in this world.
I want a man who will hold my hand and never let me go.
I want to be his everything, and he my everything.
I want us to be whole.
I know it's impossible, but I still dream of it.
Today, I arrived on a neighboring planet to visit my brother, who has also become an executioner like our parents.
This evening, there was an event where people from different planets came together, and I saw him there.
He was so captivating that I couldn't take my eyes off him.
His red hair and red eyes made him look like he was sent from hell, but his face was so beautiful that he could only be an angel.
I finish washing the shuttle's windshield, my hands moving mechanically while my mind drifts to his striking features.
The morning sun reflects off the wet metal, reminding me of his red eyes.
I need to know more about him.
Gathering my cleaning supplies, I head to my brother's quarters in the executioner's compound.
He's at his desk, reviewing execution orders on his tablet.
I hesitate at the doorway, then step inside.
"Brother," I start, trying to sound casual, "that man with the red hair at the event yesterday - do you know anything about him?"
My brother looks up, his expression thoughtful.
"Katze," he says, his voice steady.
"He's a black market broker. He was once a servant in the First Consul's house."
He goes back to reviewing the execution orders.
"He was caught with information he shouldn't have had, and as punishment, he was branded with a scar on his forehead."
I watch his hands move over the tablet, imagining Katze's scar and the First Consul's cane.
"Is that all?"
I ask, leaning forward.
My brother looks up again, meeting my gaze.
"There's more," he says.
I sit down across from him, my eyes fixed on his.
"He was a fitting," he continues.
"Fittings are people who are considered less than human. They're used for labor, and they're treated poorly."
He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"They're not allowed to speak unless spoken to, and they're not allowed to look anyone in the eye."
I feel a pang of sadness in my chest.
I can't imagine being treated like that.
"Is he still a fitting?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
My brother shakes his head, his eyes returning to the tablet.
"No," he says.
"He's not a fitting anymore. He's a black market broker now."
He pauses, his voice taking on a serious tone.
"But fittings are subjected to one more thing. They're sterilized so they can't have sexual relations with anyone."
I picture Katze in my mind, his red eyes filled with a quiet defiance.
The idea of him being forced into such a cruel fate makes my hands clench into fists on the table.
"Has he been sterilized?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
My brother nods, his eyes returning to the tablet.
My brother shrugs, his voice steady.
"Gevechi, such are the laws here. We cannot do anything about it."
He goes back to reviewing the execution orders, the morning light filtering through the window and casting shadows on the tablet.
I lean forward, my eyes fixed on his, trying to absorb every detail.
I can't imagine Katze being treated like that.
I picture him in my mind, his red hair and red eyes, his beautiful face.
I can't imagine him being forced into such a cruel fate.
I feel a wave of sadness wash over me, followed by a wave of anger.
I want to do something to help him, but I know I can't.
I leave my brother's quarters, my mind racing with thoughts of Katze's past.
The gym beckons as a refuge from my swirling emotions.
I change into workout clothes, my movements sharp and focused.
Entering the gym, I start on the treadmill, my pace increasing as I try to outrun my frustration and sadness.
Young men and women around me engage in light-hearted flirtations, their laughter a stark contrast to my turmoil.
I push harder, sweat beading on my forehead, determined to channel my energy into physical exertion.
But no matter how fast I run, I can't escape the thought that some chains are invisible yet unbreakable.
I enter the gym, my mind still reeling from Katze's past.
As I run on the treadmill, a young man approaches me, his eyes scanning me curiously.
"Are you new here? And who is your master?" he asks, his voice confident yet subservient.
I slow down, wiping sweat from my brow, and respond cautiously, "I'm visiting my brother. I don't have a master."
He nods, a hint of envy in his eyes.
"I'm a pet to one of the elite," he says.
"I've never seen you around before."
He's half-naked, just like his friends nearby, their bodies toned from regular workouts.
I slow down, wiping sweat from my brow, and respond cautiously, "I'm visiting my brother. I don't have a master."
He nods, a hint of envy in his eyes.
As I continue running, a young man with jet-black hair enters the gym, his eyes scanning the room with a look of disdain.
His gaze lingers on the elite's pets, and he approaches us.
"What are you pestering her for? Don’t you understand that they can’t have masters?" he says sharply, his voice laced with animosity.
The young man who had been talking to me flinches, his eyes widening in surprise.
He quickly retreats, joining his friends nearby.
The stranger turns to me, his gaze intense and unnerving.
"Who are you?" he asks, his voice low and commanding.
I slow down on the treadmill, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm Gevhi," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I'm a caretaker of exotic creatures," he says, his voice dripping with an air of superiority.
I watch as he walks away, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Who is he?
And why did he intervene?
I continue running, my mind racing with questions.
As I run, I notice the elite's pets watching me from across the room.
They seem to be discussing something in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally darting towards me.
I try to ignore them, but their attention makes me feel uneasy. After a few more minutes of running, I decide to take a break.
I approach the dark-haired young man who had intervened earlier.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice steady.
He looks at me, his expression unreadable.
"My name is Riki," he replies, his voice cold and detached.
"I am the pet of the First Consul."
His words send a chill down my spine.
I had heard rumors about the First Consul's pets, but I never thought I would meet one in person.
"What does it mean to be a pet?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Riki's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing.
"It means that I am owned by the First Consul," he says, his voice dripping with resentment.
"I am forced to do his bidding, to entertain him, and to satisfy his desires."
He pauses, his eyes glinting with anger.
"And if I refuse, I will be punished severely."
I feel a pang of sympathy for him.
I can't imagine what it must be like to be treated like a piece of property.
"What kind of punishment?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Riki's eyes flash with anger.
"I will be w###d until I <blur>bleed</blur]," he says, his voice trembling with rage.
"And then I will be locked up in a cell until I learn my lesson."
I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
I can't believe that people are treated like this.
I will be branded with a scar on my forehead, a constant reminder of my status as a pet," he continues, his voice dripping with venom.
"And I will be forced to wear a collar around my neck, a symbol of my ownership."
I look up to see Katze entering the gym, his red hair catching my attention.
He walks towards us, his eyes fixed on Riki.
"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice concerned.
I hesitate for a moment before repeating what Riki had told me.
Katze's jaw clenches, his eyes darkening with anger.
He sits down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
We sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of Riki's words hanging heavy in the air.