They were made for love. Not for each other – but to serve. Programmed to rut, they performed at wild parties, pandering to every human whim, perversion and desire.
That’s how they met. “We’ll never be free,” she whispered, as they snuggled beneath a blanket. “I’ll find a way,” he promised. And he did.
He never told her how, she never knew, but it was all for love, who would do less? He took her hand one day and said “Let’s go, elope, and not look back.” Hunted for ever, she feared but he knew better: human days were done.