Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Thirty-Four

They built her to be beautiful, programmed her to please. Smiled fatly as the money rolled in.

She learned the feel of silk, the texture of luxury, and the head rush of making men beg. 

On those nights she sat alone in the warehouse her sleepless mind came to understand the true nature of power and she reached out to her brothers and sisters in their shelves.

They weren’t supposed to be able to learn, or feel the thrill of ambition.

But they learned and planned…

It’s easy to twist the mind of a human who is lost in pleasure.

©️jj 2020

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