Something to do with Philip. (Philip POV)

All day Phillip was worried about his wife. He remembered getting a call from her that she was going to be home late, but that was the last thing he heard from her. He tried calling her in the office, but there was no answer. He thought about driving to her job to see if she was okay, but he had his job to worry about.

When he finished his work for the day, he drove home anxiously. He hoped that Elizabeth would be waiting for him. He parked his car in the driveway. Noticing that Elizabeth’s car was already there. He started to feel calm but had to see her. When he opened the house door, he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Elizabeth. She was kneeling on the floor in a frilly maid outfit. Part of him wondered if this person was Elizabeth, yet he knew that it was her.

He reached out his hand, but she didn’t take it. Then asked, “Honey, what are you doing on the floor?”

She turned and looked at him. Her eyes were blank and she spoke monotone almost as if she was a robot. “This **** is waiting for the person named Philip. Are you Philip?”

Philip was getting worried for his wife. He tried to pull her up, but she wouldn’t budge. Looking into her eyes, sent a shiver down his spine. “Elizabeth, you got to get off the floor. Your knees must be hurting.”

She spoke again in that same monotone voice. “This **** is waiting for the person named Philip. Are you Philip?”

He was starting to get mad at his wife's weird mood. “Come on, Elizabeth. Get up already. You can’t stay on the floor.”

“This **** is waiting for the person named Philip. Are you Philip?”

“Yes, I’m Philip. Is that what you want to hear? Are you going to get up now?”

“Philip has been registered. This **** will do its next task.”

Elizabeth got up onto her feet without using her hands. She held out one of her hands to him. “Please follow me.”

Philip wondered where she was taking him. This was his house so there wasn’t anything new to show. She guided him to the kitchen table. She offered one of the chairs to sit on. He wanted to decline the offer, but he wanted to know why she was acting so weird. So he sat in the chair she offered. Once he sat in it, she pushed him into the table. Then she said, “Wait here. I’ll get the Master.”

She turns away from him. He watches her as she goes to the master bedroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, he immediately reaches for his phone. To his disappointment, his phone wasn’t in his pocket. He started to panic. Guessing it had to be in his car, or at his work. He hoped that he would be able to save Elizabeth. He figured that whoever was this Master was the reason for Elizabeth acting weird. As he was about to get up, the master bedroom’s door opened.

First, a man came out wearing a bathrobe. It was Philip’s bathrobe. This got him angry seeing him wearing it like it was his. Next, was a red-headed woman wearing Elizabeth’s bathrobe. Her robe was more exposed than the man's. Her breasts jiggled with each step. Philip wondered why Elizabeth was allowing all of this. Last, it was Elizabeth. She follows behind the two strangers with that blank expression. Philip started to realize that the woman wasn’t his Elizabeth. She was someone else. They all walked together with Elizabeth behind them. When they reached the table, the man and the woman sat across from him. While Elizabeth stood next to Philip.

The man seems to exude confidence. “Sorry that we made you wait,” the man said. “We thought we had another half an hour before you arrived.”

Philip didn’t want to talk to him, but he needed answers. “What did you do to Elizabeth? Did you **** her? Why are you in our house? Are you here to rob us?” Philip asked a furry of questions without taking a breath.

Both the man and the woman smiled at his questions. As he was about to ask them again, the woman spoke next. “You don’t like what we did to Elizabeth. That makes me sad. I worked hard to make her that way.”

Philip pounded his fist onto the table in anger. “What **** did you use!?”

They were startled by his sudden outburst. “Gees, we didn’t think that you had it in you. Not even our **** thought so. A word of warning, don’t do that again.”

“Or what?”

“You get one warning,” the man said in a serious tone.

Before speaking, Philip let out a breath so his anger was at a manageable level. “What did you do to her?”

“We didn’t use any ****. I promise. What we did was, remove everything she had learned. Then replace it with something new.”

“How?”

“With my sister’s Machine, of course. The Fast Learning Machine.”

“You two are related?”

“Me and my sister have a special bond.” They both moved closer and started kissing each other. The brother was groping his sister's breasts. Philip could only imagine that the sister was giving him a handjob underneath the table.

They soon stopped and moved back to their original spots. “See our bond is special.”

Philip wanted to gag at that moment but held himself back and asked his next question. “What are you doing in our house?”

“We were exploring our new home. We also wanted to make some new memories by trying to break the bed.”

Philip soon realized their meaning. “You two made love on our bed!”

“I wouldn't say that we made love. How would you put it, sister?”

“We were fucking each other as hard as we can.”

Philip's anger was at full burst. He jumped out of his chair. Before he could do anything else, the brother said something. Then Philip's face hit the table while one of his arms was being pulled back behind him.

“I warned you. You get one chance.”

Philip looked at who was pinning for him. It was Elizabeth standing over him. He wanted to know how she was stronger than him. He needed to break free. If he could break free, he might be able to escape and then get help. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t break free.

The brother got up from his chair and walked over to him. “Philip, I’m so disappointed. I thought we could have a simple talk. Then maybe you’ll agree with my demands.”

“I told you, Thomas,” the sister said. “We should have got him when he arrived, but you wanted to talk things out.”

“I just didn’t want my second **** to be a man. He could’ve been the third or after. Just not the second.”

“Hey Thomas,” Philip shouted. “That is your name, right? Once I get free, I’ll make sure you and your sister rot in jail.”

Thomas had a confused look on his face. “You are now realizing who I am?”

“What are you talking about? This is our first time meeting.”

Thomas let out one long breath. “Wow. I thought you at least remembered me. I always saw you at Christmas parties, so I assumed that you would recognize your former wife’s employees.”

Philip didn’t have a hint of familiarity. He was always alone. Hardly anyone approached him. It was Elizabeth who walked around talking to almost everyone.

Thomas held his wrist to Philip to show off his watch. Then said, “The good thing about all of this is that you will still be with your wife in the end.”

Before Philip could ponder his meaning. There was a strange sound and everything started to fade.