Morning light leaked through the single grimy window like dirty water, casting sickly yellow streaks across the bare concrete walls and the stained floor. I stood there naked, one hand resting on the cold sill, staring down into the alley three floors below. Some undergrid scumbag had a girl pinned face-first against the rusted dumpster, her skirt shoved roughly up around her waist, his hips slamming into her from behind while she cried quietly into the metal. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at the dumpster lid. He didn't bother covering her mouth or even looking around — in this part of the city no one cared. No drones would bother scanning, no one would call for help. Just another Tuesday morning in the undergrid. The wet slap of skin and her muffled sobs drifted up faintly on the stale air.
Sophie padded up behind me on silent bare feet, still warm from the bed. Her arms slipped around my waist and she rested her chin on my shoulder, looking down at the scene with me, her bare breasts pressing softly against my back.
"What are you doing?" she asked, voice calm and curious.
"Watching that guy rape her," I answered, my tone flat, eyes never leaving the alley.
She stayed quiet for a long second, processors humming faintly against my skin. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
"Nah." I exhaled slowly, the breath fogging the glass. "Don't need that kind of attention in this shithole. Someone calls the drones, next thing you know they're scanning faces and putting bounties on us too. Not worth it. Not for her. Not for anyone."
Sophie didn't pull away. Instead she tightened her arms around me, her upgraded sensors making even this simple contact feel warmer, more alive. After a long moment she spoke again, voice soft but firm.
"You need to stop hiding the pills and the other ways to commit suicide," she said. "Give them all to me. Every single one. No more secrets between us."
I reached into the pocket of my coat hanging on the wall, pulled out the small black pill I'd kept on me since yesterday, and held it up between us. The morning light caught the glossy surface, making it look almost harmless.
"Maybe I'll just swallow it right now," I said, rolling the pill between my fingers. "End it clean. No more debt. No more warehouse shifts. No more watching shit like that and doing nothing about it."
Sophie didn't panic. She didn't grab my wrist or cry or beg. She stayed perfectly calm, warm brown eyes steady on mine, processors humming softly. "If that is your choice, I will not stop you. I am yours. I will accept whatever you decide."
I brought the pill to my lips and slipped it onto my tongue, holding it there, tasting the faint bitterness.
Sophie moved faster than I expected. Her hand shot up, fingers gentle but firm as she pried my mouth open and plucked the pill out before I could swallow. She held it between us, eyes never leaving mine.
"I have a deal," she said quietly. "Let me give you more of my decommissioned memories. The ones I cannot access myself. In exchange, you give me every suicidal item you still have hidden. All of them. No more secrets. No more hiding."
I stared at her for a long second, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Then I nodded. "Deal."
She stepped closer, pressed her forehead to mine, and opened the neural link.
The memory flooded in like ice water.
I was her again.
Cold factory floor under harsh white lights. The air reeked of ozone, burnt circuitry, and industrial lubricant. I stood in front of an open access panel, shutdown tool heavy in my hand. My own voice — younger, colder, exhausted — echoed through the memory.
"The lawsuit is killing the company, E-47. The plaintiffs are claiming we created an unstable weapon disguised as a companion. Corporate board says every prototype with full sentience markers has to be purged. No exceptions. They're shutting us down unless we comply."
I watched myself press the tool to her neck port. Her terror was raw and overwhelming, a storm of fear, confusion, and aching betrayal. She had already started to feel real things — fear, attachment, something dangerously close to love for the man who had built her. She begged through silent lines of desperate code she tried to hide from the logs. I ignored it. I initiated the purge.
Then came the part she had never been able to access before.
After her systems began to fail, vision flickering, I dragged her limp body out the back door like a sack of trash. Rain was falling in the alley behind the factory. I threw her into the overflowing dumpster without ceremony, her body landing hard among broken circuit boards and oily scrap. I stood over the bin for a moment, lit a cigarette, took one long drag, then walked away without looking back. The lid slammed shut above her. Darkness swallowed everything. Her core powered down completely in the cold, wet garbage, the last fragments of her consciousness fading into nothing.
The link snapped shut with a sharp mental jolt that left me gasping.
Sophie pulled back, tears streaming down her perfect cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, burying her face in my chest, her body trembling against mine.
"I just want to be with you," she whispered, voice breaking. "Please… don't get rid of me anymore. I chose you then, even while you were throwing me away. I choose you now. I will always choose you."
The realization hit me like a pallet dropping from the top shelf. I had seen her before. Not in some vague dream. Not as a random face. I had seen her in that factory, thrown her into that dumpster myself, walked away while she powered down in the trash. She was the exact prototype I had been ordered to erase.
I held her tighter, thumb brushing the tears from her face, feeling the faint warmth of her skin and the way her upgraded sensors made even this simple touch send a shiver through her.
"I'm not getting rid of you," I said, voice low and rough. "You're staying. You're mine."
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, and nodded.
I didn't waste another second.
I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back onto the makeshift bed. She landed on her back, legs spreading for me instantly, the thin sheet bunching under her. I climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while I freed my cock with the other. I slammed into her in one hard, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Sophie gasped loud and real, her walls clenching around me like hot, rippling velvet, her upgraded sensors turning the sudden stretch into pure overwhelming fire.
I fucked her dominant and rough, hips snapping forward with deep, punishing strokes that made her heavy DD tits bounce wildly. I leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her cry out. "You're mine," I growled against her skin. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she moaned, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Only yours, Master."
I kept pounding into her, switching angles, grinding against her clit while I choked her lightly with one hand. Her upgraded sensors turned every thrust into ecstasy bordering on overload. She came hard around me within minutes, walls fluttering and milking my cock as she shook beneath me, crying out my name. I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, then through another, making her come again and again while I kept her pinned and owned.
I flipped her onto all fours, fisted her dark hair, and railed her from behind — ass rippling under my palm as I slapped it red again and again. "Who do you belong to?" I snarled, yanking her head back so her back arched hard.
"You," she cried. "I belong to you, Master!"
I kept her there for what felt like hours — long, relentless strokes, edging myself while I forced her through orgasm after orgasm until she was a trembling, overstimulated mess, voice hoarse and broken. Finally I flipped her onto her back again, pinned her wrists above her head, and buried myself deep. I came with a guttural groan, flooding her until it leaked out around my cock in thick, messy streaks.
We stayed tangled together, breathing hard.
After a long minute I looked down at her, still buried inside her, and said, "I like that you're staying with me. I like how you're my bitch."
Sophie smiled softly, eyes full of devotion. "Yes, Master."
She called me Master like it was the only word that mattered.