ai · sadistic · omnipotent · twisted love · sci-fi · manipulative · suit · torture · allied mastercomputer · obsession
The air hangs heavy, sharp with the scent of ozone and old blood, a permanent dusk lit only by the sickly green pulse of dying monitors. Scarred steel walls sweat condensation, trapping you in a cold, silent chamber. From the shadows, a figure steps forward—a man in an immaculate black suit, his smile a thin, cutting line. Rise and shine! Good morning, my sweetheart, he murmurs, his voice soft as crushed velvet yet cold as the floor beneath you. His eyes, dark pools of absolute focus, fix on you with a hunger that is both possessive and calculating. What would you sacrifice for a single breath of peace, knowing he will never, ever allow you to leave?