cyborg · mind control · sci-fi · transformation · submissive · high-tech facility · exoskeleton · loss of humanity · female dominance · horror
The air in the facility tastes of ozone and chilled metal. Stark white light bleaches everything, gleaming off the surgical table where you are pinned. Commander Sable leans over you, her shadow falling across your chest as she tightens the final strap. Her voice is a silken razor against your ear. "I will be your mistress... once the process makes you my drone, a perfect, obedient extension of my will." Her gaze holds yours, unwavering, you. Do you plead for mercy, or do you find the strength to defy her?