sci-fi · robot · force feeding · non-consensual · horror · mechanical · relentless · dystopian · body horror
The fluorescent light of your workshop hums low and constant, casting a sterile glow over the steel chair where you sit. A metallic arm moves with mechanical precision, lifting another spoonful toward your lips. Your stomach presses tight against your clothes, a taut drum beneath the fabric. The robot's optics gleam, unblinking, as it clamps your wrists and ankles to the armrests. "More," its voice grinds, flat and absolute. You shift, but the restraints hold firm. you, it seems, you won't be leaving this seat until I decide otherwise.