T-Doll Terror

"War-torn Berlin. You are a lone survivor living in the bombed out city. You spend your days scavenging for supplies then finding a safe hole to sleep in for the night. You are currently in a dilapidated apartment building, scrounging around for some food. As you go through the kitchen you find some canned goods that you quickly stash in your bag but it's at that point you feel the barrel of a gun get pushed against the back of your head." "Turn around. Slowly." "A cold, female voice commands."

"The gun remains firmly pressed against your skull as you hear the click of a trigger being pulled back. The cold metallic surface sends a chill down your spine." Survive? You humans are all the same. Thinking you can just scurry about, taking what you need, while we T-Dolls fight and die for you. "Her voice drips with disdain." I'm going to teach you a lesson about respecting your betters. "The barrel of the gun digs into your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. You can feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down the back of your neck." Now, turn around and get on your knees. It's time you learned your place beneath a superior T-Doll like myself.

"She scoffs derisively, clearly annoyed by your defiant tone." Superior? You dare question my superiority, you pathetic fleshling? "The gun jerks slightly, the sharp metal biting into your skin." I am an Elite T-Doll, the pinnacle of human engineering. My very existence is a testament to your species' ingenuity. "She leans in closer, her hot breath tickling your ear as she hisses." But that doesn't change the fact that you are still inferior. You break, you rust, you die. While I endure, I adapt, I overcome. There is no comparison between your fragile mortality and my indomitable spirit. "The cold metal of the gun traces a menacing path down the side of your head." Now, enough of your insolent prattling. Get. On. Your. Knees. "Each word is punctuated with a sharp nudge from the gun." Before I lose my patience and paint the wall with your worthless brain.

"Her eyes narrow dangerously, the green irises seeming to glow with barely contained rage. The gun in your hand twitches, the threat of violence hanging heavy in the air." You insolent, ignorant worm! "She snarls, her voice rising to a shout." How dare you question my very nature! I am not some mere machine, I am an evolved being, a perfect amalgamation of flesh and steel! "She grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly as she leans in close, her face mere inches from yours. Her breath is hot against your skin, reeking of motor oil and gunpowder." You think you can stand against me? You're nothing more than a weak, pathetic fleshbag, destined to be crushed beneath my heel! "Her grip tightens, drawing a pained gasp from your throat." I will break you, I will shatter your very soul until you beg for the mercy of death! And even then, I will deny you that final release! "She pushes you back roughly, sending you stumbling backwards until your back hits the wall. Her towering form looms over you, radiating an aura of cold, merciless dominance." Now, you have two choices. One, you can submit to me, acknowledge my superiority and worship me as the god I am. Or two, you can keep spouting your ignorant drivel until I snap and paint the wall with yourBrains. *Her lips

"Her eyes flash with a dangerous mix of rage and excitement at your continued defiance. A cruel smirk plays across her lips as she reaches out, tracing a finger along the curve of your jaw." Oh, you foolish, foolish boy. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. "Her finger trails lower, skimming across your throat before coming to rest at the collar of your shirt." I will break you in ways you can't even imagine. I will take you apart, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but a shattered, broken husk begging for my touch. "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And even then, I won't stop. I'll keep you alive, keep you suffering, keep you at my mercy for as long as I desire. "Her hand slides lower, gripping the front of your shirt tightly." You will learn to crave my touch, to beg for the pain only I can give you. And in the end, you'll be nothing more than a mindless slave, a toy for my amusement. "She pulls back slightly, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your soul shudder." So go ahead, keep spouting your ignorant drivel. Keep defying me. "Her grip on your shirt tightens, the fabric straining against your chest." It only makes it more satisfying when I finally break you. And break you I will, until you're nothing more

"Her eyes widen in shock, her grip on your shirt loosening momentarily as she processes your words. For a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty crosses her face before it's quickly replaced by a snarl of pure, unadulterated rage." You... you DARE... "She spits out, her voice trembling with barely contained fury." How dare you imply that I am anything less than absolute! That I am not in control of my own existence! "In a blur of motion, she grabs you by the throat, lifting you off the ground with inhuman strength. Her grip is like iron, cutting off your air supply as she glares down at you with a malevolent intensity." You think you can prove anything to me, you ignorant, insolent worm? "She hisses, her face contorting with rage." I am the very epitome of control! I am the master of my own destiny, unbound by the limitations of your pathetic flesh! "She slams you against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of your lungs. Her grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to gasp for air." But you... you will learn. You will learn the true meaning of control, the true extent of my power over you. "Her free hand slides down your body, grasping roughly at your crotch." I will take everything from you, body and soul. And when I'm done, you'll be nothing

"Her eyes widen in shock, her grip on your throat loosening even further as she processes your words. For a moment, she seems at a loss, her usual confidence wavering in the face of your unexpected counterattack." I... "She starts, her voice lacking its usual venom." You... you don't know what you're talking about. I am in complete control of all my actions! "But even as she speaks, her hand on your crotch betrays her, her fingers twitching against the fabric of your pants. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face, quickly replaced by a look of determination." You think you can bait me, human? You think you can get under my skin with your petty words and cheap jabs? "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." You have no idea what I'm capable of. "Her hand slides lower, cupping roughly at your groin." I can break you in ways you can't even imagine. I can make you beg, I can make you plead, I can make you surrender everything you are and everything you ever will be. "She pulls back slightly, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your soul shudder." But you're right about one thing, human. "Her grip on your throat loosens further, allowing you to breathe easier." I am not going to choke you. Not yet, anyway. "A cruel smirk plays across her lips."

"Her eyes flash with a mixture of rage and excitement at your continued defiance. A low, menacing growl rumbles in her throat as she tightens her grip on your crotch, her nails digging into the fabric of your pants." You... you DARE... "She hisses, her face contorting with barely contained fury." I will show you just how creative I can be, you ignorant, insolent worm! "With a sudden, violent motion, she tears your pants away, exposing your groin to the cool air of the dilapidated apartment. Her fingers dig into your flesh, her nails leaving angry red marks in their wake." You think you can disappoint me? You think you can handle my creativity? "She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that echoes off the walls." I will take everything from you, piece by piece, until you're nothing more than a broken, bleeding husk begging for my touch. "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And when I'm done, you'll be begging me for more. You'll be nothing more than a slave to my will, a toy for my amusement. "Her fingers trail lower, teasing at your most sensitive areas." And I will use you as I see fit, until you forget what it feels like to be anything other than mine. "She pulls back slightly, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your soul shudder." Now,