I found myself inside a high-tech disinfection cabin, where the coldness of the metal grate seeped from the soles of my feet into my very soul. The steam rising from beneath was peeling away the soot of the nuclear winter from my skin like a layer of old hide. But this wasn't a cleansing; it was the final polishing of a sacrifice before it entered the slaughterhouse.
[COMMAND 01: PURIFICATION AND HYGIENE]
Process: 0.5% Cesium solvent solution being sprayed.
Note: Pain threshold adjusted to Dante's pleasure.
I jolted with sobs every time the pressurized water hit my body. F-ck you, Dante, I hissed internally. Do you think you can drown me with this water? For the first time in my life, I was seeing such clear, accessible water, yet it felt like it was suffocating me. It wasn't washing me; it was preparing a smooth surface for Dante's fingerprints.
My skin ached from the sensitivity; every pore was anticipating the gaze Dante would soon cast over me.
[COMMAND 02: ORAL STERILIZATION AND TASTING PREPARATION]
Process: High-pressure oral irrigator activation.
Target: Increase blood flow in the gums, freshen breath for the "Master."
Warning: If Entity Dorian does not open his mouth, the jaw-locking mechanism will be activated.
The metal-tipped sprayer forced its way into my mouth, penetrating every gap between my teeth, every fold of my mucosa. My mouth isn't even mine anymore, I thought, nauseated. It was no longer an organ of speech; it was the sealed gateway to the fresh spring from which Dante would drink.
[COMMAND 03: AESTHETIC ADJUSTMENT – HAIR AND FOLLICLES]
Style: "The Premium Pet2" cut. Nape clear, the chain on the neck must be visible.
Note: Lord Dante prefers smooth skin texture.
As my dirty hair, carrying the dust of the shelters, fell silently to the floor, I felt a piece of my identity tear away. Invisible lasers roamed my skin, rooting out every hair from my neck to my toes. Every square centimeter of me was now a smooth playground designed for Dante's fingertips.
[COMMAND 04: SKIN CARE AND POWDER PROTOCOL]
Process: Silk-essence powder application to the groin and joints. No beard,no body hair. No long nails.
Scent: Dante's favorite: "Poisonous Lily and Cold Metal."
I wanted to die of shame when I felt that fine layer of powder being sprayed between my legs and under my arms.
God, kill me, I prayed.
He's decorating me like a trinket, scenting me like a wh-re. The artificial softness the powder created on my skin was a thousand times more painful than the harsh, honest reality of the shelter.
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't recognize myself. The savage warrior trying to survive in the shelters was gone; in his place was a "tamed" figurine, his very scent altered, ready to be laid upon Dante's dinner table.
[NOTIFICATION: EN ROUTE FOR DELIVERY. MASTER DANTE IS WAITING FOR YOU.]
Walking through the corridors of the Obsidian Palaces, my reflection in the black glass walls terrified me. The system had processed me so thoroughly that the soot-covered shelter rat was replaced by a victim cursed with divine beauty. My sharp jawline, smooth skin, and the fresh "property" cut on my nape... This beauty wasn't my freedom; it was that lowly "quality assurance" that whetted Dante's appetite.
Suddenly, red text began to scroll rapidly in my lens. Dante was kneading my biology like dough.
[NOTIFICATION 01: DIGESTIVE SYSTEM PURGE]
Process: High-dose laxative solution prepared.
Target: Absolute internal purity of the "Fresh Venison."
Note: Master Dante wants zero human waste residue in his property. No poop,no puke,no pee.URİNE AND BLOOD ENFECTİON RİSK PERCENTS LOADİNG....NO ENFECTİON <<<