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Catch up on chapter 2 of Eurosong protocol. The Voice Cage Thom didn’t know what day it was anymore, but it had been at least a week since the suit. It hadn’t come off. It hadn’t even loosened. He’d stopped trying to escape from it after the third day. With the collar locked in place and no zipper,

Confused and exhausted by his experience at Fraternal Household Harmony Annex, Satellite 7, Graham stepped into the apartment and was immediately hit with a wall of… everything. The television blared ArcturusVision’s signature afternoon loop. Bright-eyed presenters with porcelain teeth recited affirmations at a pace just fast enough to feel unnatural: “Efficiency is love. Discipline is care.

The suit clings. The bulge reshapes. The beat takes hold. Thom isn’t allowed to choose his costume. And once the suit seals, it begins to teach his body how to move.

Read from the beginning of this serialized novel at “Resolutions.” Max moved like a metronome, arms folded behind its narrow frame, steps unnaturally fluid, a perfect mimicry of grace without intention. Graham followed, his pace stifled by the constriction of his compression trousers, the fabric sculpting his thighs and binding his lower belly in a soft

American folk singer Thom unexpectedly wins the right to represent Sweden at Europe’s largest music show. But will Europe vote for him? SwedeTV isn’t taking any chances.

Compression collar. Shielded groin. Lavender shirt. Pale interface glasses whispering SUPPORTIVE MODE: ACTIVE. The gulf between Graham and Tobias widens.

Read Part I, here Eight months after leaving Blake in his monster guise, Henry had settled into a new job with a production company specialising in low-budget horror films. The films were not particul...