I Want Her First Time To Be Special.

This choice I respect the most, mainly due to the fact that she deserves this for always being there for you through thick and thin. Her first time should be special and you are gonna make sure you make this the most memorable day of her life (that's right I can be a romantic as well as a pervert... when I want to at least). You go around the facility thinking how to achieve this when you walk into a large group standing at the main entrance of the medical wing and are surprised to see a lot of the newly freed men and women cheering upon your arrival from surgery. More to your astonishment they all gather around you asking you how you are, telling you how worried they've been about you, and how awesome you look now with your new augmentations. You forgot to put on any clothes after surgery so the only thing you are wearing are some tight boxers showing off your package, they see everything and boy are they impressed (a few men and women even steal a few glances at your crotch when they think you aren't looking, desire burning deeply within their eyes). This uncomfortable attention goes on for a few minutes until you raise your voice over the crowd, telling them to calm down and give you some space. They quiet almost immediately and move about 10 feet away from you in an instant, you worry you came off to harsh when you realize they are all still just smiling and looking at you with admiration and respect in their eyes. You take a moment to compose yourself and say, "Okay I'm going to ask three question... Without saying the answer/comment out loud I will then choose a raised hand from the crowd to answer the question. When they finish answering this question I will ask you all as a whole if you agree with the answer given... Sound fair?" They all look at each other amused and all agree.

You inhale deeply and ask the first question, "Why is it that when I exited the medical wing you are all still here in the **** compound where we were tortured, beaten, humiliated, and used as bed slaves when you could be out somewhere else being free from all the horrors this place is to all of us and living your life to the fullest?" When they realize your finished a few hands shoot up and you decide to choose a man standing near the back to answer, he says, "During your surgery a couple dozen people did leave in the past 2 weeks, they said they were wrongly taken away from loving families and wished to reunite with them. The lot of us punks you see here were either to young to remember their family or were old enough to remember they were sold by their family to begin with... Also a lot of orphans if I'm not mistakened. We have no home or family to go back to so we all decided to stay for the time being, somewhere with familiar surroundings and such." He finishes and you look at the crowd and you see all of them nodding their heads in agreement, satisfied with the answer you ask the second question, "Okay second question... Have any of the adults who are regulars here noticed anything out of the ordinary since you guys have technically taken over without them knowing?" Hands go up again and this time you choose a pink haired girl in the middle of the crowd to answer, she says, "We've had multiple of those rich bitches and fat pigs stop by for their "entertainment" sessions scheduled for this month, we had a couple of our oldest looking friends wear clean security outfits posing as their escort to their sessions... And if memory serves the body count total of worthless lives we've ended so far is at 69. Don't look down on us for this John but we made sure to **** every single one of those motherfuckers until their last wretched breath left their pathetic bloody bodies... The bonus being other than their deaths is the quality of tech that's on their corpses that if sold to the right people will make us quite the fortune when were done dismantling them." She finishes and again you look at the crowd with all their heads nodding in agreement to the answer. Normally you would be worried with such a high **** toll but since this place and everything done in it was illegal there was a high chance the people who were coming here never told anyone where they were going, putting you at ease knowing no one knew this location and were likely looking elsewhere for the missing person. You look at her quizzically saying, "Why would I look down at you... Why would you even care? Besides those animals had what was coming to them the second they started torturing us for their own amusement... I'm just disappointed that I've missed out on the fun while I was in the medical wing getting equipped with my new... Upgrades... But besides that here is my third question, one that has been bothering me more than anything because I just don't understand it the more I see it." You pause for dramatic effect before asking the question, causing everyone to silence their breathing as best as they can before all you can hear is utter silence. You inhale deeply and say, "Why the fuck do all of you care about me so much?! I understood with the group of doctors who operated on me because they were a small group of men and women, yet here you all are standing in front of me worried about my health asking how I was feeling and most mind boggling of all glad I'm alive... Why... Why do you care at all?! I've done nothing for you my entire life here to deserve such affection from people who are practically strangers to me?! I've never given a damn about any one of you and would not bat an eye if I saw you starving or dying from neglect, so WHY... WHY DO ALL OF YOU CARE ABOUT ME SO MUCH IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE I DON'T DESERVE THIS?!?!" You finish red faced with sweat hanging from your brow. Feeling relieved to finally vent all that frustration of this attention they are all giving you for no reason.

The silence in the air is tense, everyone around you seems unsure of how to answer this question apparently, as most of them are lost in thought in how to possible word it. But soon the answer comes, "Your wrong John." It was a statement that surprised everyone including yourself with the amount of resolve behind it. Everyone moves aside as a little girl starts walking towards you from the crowd holding a very run down teddy bear to her side. The young girl was probably 12 (14 at most) years old, she had bright red hair, deep blue eyes, and some freckles on her face. Even without your eye scanning her giving you a detailed profile of her you already knew who she was. Her name is Ember, she is one of the only kids here that has spent her entire life in this hell hole, you know because you were her assigned caregiver teaching her everything from how to stand to how to speak. She now stands in front of you taking you out of your thoughts and putting your full attention on her.