"Naw, I'm good." you lied. By getting his guard down, it would be easier to escape if it was necessary. So, as he led you into his room, you eyeballed the cameras in the corner of the ceiling. Usually, they would have a small red light if they were on, but none of them did. They appeared to be the same make and brand as the ones in your room and everywhere else. 
        "How have things been for you?" Fjellrev suddenly pondered. "Getting spicy?" You replied with a shrug. He frowned at your response. "I pinky promise that none of them are on. The commander and I are tight, so he saw no reason."
        "Then why are they even here?" you rebuked. 
        "Just in case I needed them on, like if I needed proof."
        "Proof for what?"
        "There are many things."
        "Like...?"
        "Stuff."
        "Like...?"
        "You really are oppressing, you know that?"
        "I'm oppressing? Don't make me laugh."
        "Yes you very much are-"
        "Don't change the subject." you snarled.
        "Ugh fine! The proof is for if we had sex, interviewing someone, or an alibi if I felt I needed one."
        "That's gross. Do all the cult people here like to watch porn that much?" 
        "Hey! It's to verify who the father could be and to make sure you are actually doing your job." he protested, crossing his arms.
        "Fucking guys isn't my damn job!" you yelled, anger flowing through you. "Has it ever occurred to you that I was brought here against my will?"
        "Uh yeah, I was there," he remarked. This guy-! While you were very appreciative of him saving you and keeping your secret, it did not make his personality any better. Fjellrev looked at you closer, his eyes narrowing into a squint.
        "How exactly did you pull off being a guy for so long? I mean, I saw how the visuals worked, but using the bathroom in public and well, your feminine looks too. And you would have had to be on the school's record, did they just happen to not catch that you were a girl when you signed up for school?" he inquired. Rolling your eyes, you replied.
        "It's none of your business." you snapped. Fjellrev grinned in amusement.
        "No need to be shy."
        "There is all the need."
        "Why?"
        "Do I need to tell you again or are you just that stupid?" you growled, letting your anger slide a little. Fjellrev did not seem bothered by your other comments, so did it really matter to hold back at all? 
        "I was just joking," he said with a mocking smile on his face, reminding you of another snarky person you knew. But, unlike that person, Fjellrev seemed to have an aura of matureness about him. His face darkened, and his smile faded. The red eyes looked away from your figure and toward the ground as if he wanted to ask you something. "In all seriousness, are you all alright?" his eyes flicked toward your wrist, where the dark purple ring was still ever prevalent. 
        "No," you said bluntly. "But it isn't like anybody can do anything about it." 
        Before the disease, you had always feared rape, but despite all of the stories you would hear from other women, you never thought it would happen to you. The reality of it all settled in when you hadn't caught the disease from your mother, and as the numbers dwindled more and more. Rape became your worst fear. Horrible, twisted dreams formed from it and the crying and internal pain you had from going online and hearing what some men had to say. Seeing the feminine and transwomen who got raped because they appeared more female than others. This made you terrified to go outside.