The cloth was soaked, but the floor was clean. Task C-182 rose to her feet and turned towards the other puddle.
Task C-182 on standby, said thoughtcontrol.
The task waited, her empty gaze fixated on the growing puddle. She watched it ripple as new droplets dripped in.
Then, legs covered in black latex crossed her vision, and task C-182 automatically raised her gaze.
Task C-182 saw the back of a black-clad task. This task wasn't looking at her, so she lowered her awareness again, going back into standby.
She didn't really see the nude woman that the black task was facing, how dazed she looked, nor how little she resisted. She didn't see the task picking the woman up, and throwing her across her shoulder.
When the task turned around and walked away, she didn't see the new stains trailing behind them. She didn't see the nude woman's thighs, how damp they were, nor the apparatus clasped between her legs.
Thoughtcontrol clicked in task C-182's ear. Task C-182 will resume. it said.
The task walked forward, lowered to her knees, and cleaned up the puddle from the floor.