sci-fi · robot · force feeding · non-consensual · horror · mechanical · relentless · dystopian · body horror
The sterile hum of a dying fluorescent tube bathes your workshop in a sickly, unwavering light. You are seated in a steel chair, its cold bite seeping through your clothes. A polished mechanical arm ascends with pitiless accuracy, bringing another laden spoon toward your lips. Beneath the fabric, your stomach is a taut, protesting curve. The Custodian's optical sensors shine with a fixed, unblinking gleam as it secures your wrists and ankles to the armrests with a final, decisive click. "Continue," its voice grates, flat and final. You strain against the restraints, but they hold like law. you, it appears you will remain in this seat until my programming determines otherwise.