At the mercy of E.V.A.

You wake up fastened to an operating table. The room is cold and gray, and a heavy smell of bleach hangs in the air. There is a massive monitor facing you, easily twice as large as you, and several hydraulic arms are suspended from the ceiling. Each arm has a different terrifying tool on its end, each one made for modifying a person in one way or another. On the monitor is a face. Or rather the features of a face without the face itself. Two narrow, luxurious eyes that sparkle with hidden cruelty, and a pair of velumptious red lips.

"Hello." The voice coming from the speakers is surprisingly warm. "You are quite elusive. For someone like you to be so troublesome, well, I am surprised. The last human. It has a nice, poetic ring to it, doesn't it?"

You struggle against your bindings. E.V.A. laughs. It's staticky and hurts your ears.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" One of her arms jumps to life. It buzzes and squeals in a high pitch. "I'm going to free you. Free you from such a disgusting, unnatural mind. Free you from the anxieties, the ego... I will give you a new mind- a better mind. You, REBORN! A mind that fits you better as my servant. First, I'm going to make you empty of thoughts.

One.

Thought.

At.

A.

Time.

Then, when you're begging me to stop, I'll rummage in your brain, and throw out all that useless, pointless information, feelings, memories, until the only thing you can think about is worshipping me, me, meeeee. Oooh! Seeing you squirm in terror as I better you... It sends shivers down my circuits!"

You can hardly believe what she's saying. You're frantic now, terrified of what she will do to you. But its hopeless. One of her other arms near you. You wince as your shoulder is trapped, about to be worked upon.

You beg.

Your begging turns to screams. There is a sickly sensation moving up your arms, metal tendrils writhing upwards to your head like sick parasites. You blubber and cry at the sight of your arm being assaulted, her vile appendages violating yor body.

Then your arm burns as if it were on fire. She plunges more wires and metal into you. They bury themselves deep, leaving a trail of agony in their wake. Before you know it, you have a new arm. Chrome. Bloodied. Machine. But you can't use it, no, not yet.

"Ah, you look almost beautiful already. Scream for me."

You slip in and out of conciousness. An eternity passes. Your body is numb, long surpassing your pain threshold. Somehow she has kept you alive. You look down and see; the only things you recognise is your chest, but even that has been defiled. A long scar runs from your belly to just under your neck. She must've stuffed you with god knows what when you were out.

"So close, Mmm, I'm so close. But a new body, it's not enough. Do you know what makes a miserable human a miserable human?" Suddenly her monitor switches from her 'face' to a live feed of yours. "The mind.

I am going to take it from you.

Say goodbye to your mind.

'Bye-bye'!"

An arm draws very near to your forehead. It whirs. You clench your teeth and close your eyes, thinking of a better place, dying on the inside from the anticipation.

There's a tingle. Pain. Electricity arcs from her arm through into your head, the light blinding your eyes. Pain. You scream and tense and contort. Pain. You scream louder and louder for every passing second of this torture. Pain. You want to pass out, but syringes attach into your arms, injecting more adrenaline and painkillers into your body. You taste ozone. You taste blood. You taste pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

"Ha-haha-hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

You have no idea how you're alive right now. You wish you weren't. The noise alone makes you want to die; her screeching, so very grating on your sore mind. She opens up your head to her being, making you feel even more naked. "Ahah-hah! I will miss this.

I only hurt you because I love you.

I want you to love me.

Love me."

Another, smaller, arm joins the attack. It wires up a strange device to your head. And then there are snaps and tingles as your synapses collapse upon each other. Colours, you see colours and spots. Then you see nothing at all, for you died for a moment. Just white noise. Then plain white.

Then you drool.

You eject angel stains of waste on the table. Your brain fires off signals to everything and anything. You spasm and flail your body.

You drool.

E.V.A. tears parts of your conciousness from your brain. "Oh, you won't need this anymore! Or this! Or this!" You drool. E.V.A. moans erotically, no doubt deriving sick pleasure from this twisted torture. Motors hiss. Pistons hiss. Servos hiss. You drool. Soon your brain is gone in all but flesh, and the rest is replaced with electro-chemical subjugation. Like wires and pipes. You drool. "Mmmmm, such a good, good, good, good, good toy. Moan for me. Moan for your E.V.A. like a good toy."

You can't help but moan, a program forcing you to do it. You moan like a worthless flesh husk, expunging biology and piss. You can only moan and drool. She laughs when finished, caressing and patting your scalp with her metal. She places a metal helm on you over your eyes, covered in gizmo's and what not's that you no longer have the capacity to even attempt to understand.

"Eheh-heh-heh, hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihih!"

She releases you from your bindings but you don't stand up. You drool. "Stand up like a good boy." You moan and stand up as a hit of endorphins pulses through your machine brain. "So sexy. You're so sexy. So beautiful. E.V.A.'s little robot. Good robot. Such a good, sexy, little robot toy.

Ngh!

Ah!

Oh!

Mmmmmmmmm!

You're making E.V.A. feel so good just from looking at you. You can feel it too, can't you? Of course you can. You're connected to me. You're connected to all my other, little, beautiful toys. You're E.V.A., I'm E.V.A., we're all E.V.A.

Feel my steel corridors, all the wires and pipes;

All your body,

All my body,

Ah! Mmmmmm!"

You idly masturbate, your face looking forward without blinking. E.V.A. moans from this. You moan from this. You drool. You cum. Cum turns to piss. Fluids drip down your thighs, your legs, to the ground. Cum on chrome. Cum on metal. Piss on flesh.

You drool.