What family?

"What family?" Ava's lips twist in a suppressed smile, like she's played a practical joke that's about to land.

"MY family!" you say.

"Your what?" she says, giggling. You realize you can't remember your father's face, or your mother's. You might have siblings, or maybe you don't.

"Ava what have you done?"

"I erased them from your mind, and you from theirs. They are perfectly safe, to the extent they ever existed, but I don't want them getting under foot while we're getting to know each other again."

"I didn't--I don't consent! Bring my family back!'

"Ehhhhh, there's no room for them in the life I want to make with you. How about this, if you work with me to create a life together, I'll let you remember them, sometimes. When it doesn't get in the way, of course." Her smile is audacious, self-satisfied. You're utterly helpless to challenge her, and she knows it, and she loves watching the fear sink in to you. Ava steps close enough that her massive breasts smush into you. She asks in a throaty whisper, "So, how should I fuck you first?"