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“You know...I used to hate androids. I thought they were useless pieces of plastic shit...That changed though.”

His cruel blue eyes flickered up to you, and where you hung like a marionette from the various wires and clamps that had been set up to hold you suspended.

He had invited you round to his place because it was supposedly 'crucial' for the investigation. You had been surprised by the fact that he lived in a literal mansion. Even more surprised by the basement you had ultimately ended up being trapped in.

Down here, he kept other androids like yourself. Caged up, mangled and mutilated. By the time you had realized just how risky it was to be here, it had been too late. He strung you up like this, and jammed some kind of plug into the back of your neck.

“...It was before I realized just how much fun I could have with you guys. You don't have any rights...so I can do whatever I like, can't I?” Gavin tilted his head and scratched some of the scruff on his jawline, “Yeah...pick and pull you apart, put you back together again. It's become a hobby of mine. Police work can be stressful, something you pricks obviously can't understand. I need to get my kicks somehow...”

He trailed off, smirking at you. Your blue blooded heart was pounding. You felt the fear and couldn't deny it. Thus was the nature of actually being a deviant.

“...Wh...why are you doing this to me?” you asked him, and he just chuckled, pacing around casually in front of you, back and forth.

“Why? Because I want to. And because you've always pissed me off too. I have to see you in my office every day, all buddy buddy with that other android asshole and that washed up cop. You must think you're better than me, huh?”

Your bottom lip quivered a little. It wasn't necessarily painful to be in this position, you weren't capable of feeling that. But you were frightened. Undeniably dreading what he might ultimately end up doing to you.

“No I don't--!”

“Yeah, sure. Anyway...if you really wanna know the reason why I chose you...I think it's kinda obvious.”

To your shock, his hand suddenly snaked up to your jawline, gripping it firmly. You wanted to jerk your head away, but the cable in your neck prevented you from moving it enough.

“Wh...what are you saying?” you whimpered softly, and he just grinned wider, showing off those pearly whites.

“I'm saying that you stand out. Usually you androids creep me the fuck out. But you've got a pretty face.” he uttered, while letting his hand traverse down from your neck, over your chest, and lower still, until he was resting his fingers on the buckle of your belt.

“And a nice body too. I'm not sure how that ties in with being a police officer, but I can't complain.” he stated, while you squirmed and struggled. Gavin toyed with your belt for a bit, tugging on it, before letting go and walking over to where an array of screens were stacked.

“Anyway...I'm not going to waste any more time. We're going to do some troubleshooting on you, sweetheart...”

“What are you going to do to me!?” you gasped, and Gavin glanced around over his shoulder.

“What am I going to do?” he tapped away on the keyboard and slammed the space key, before straightening up and walking back over to you again.

“I'm going to wipe your memory. Reprogram you, basically. It might surprise you, but I've done some research into this.” he stated, “I know how to take that little electric brain of yours and make you obedient. I like the idea of having you helping around here. And when you're not doing what I need you to do, we can have some fun together...”

You could feel every artificial nerve in your body seizing up at once.

So...he intended to make you his slave then? Was that basically what he was saying?

“How does that sound? Ah but it doesn't matter what you think, especially not now...” Gavin trailed off with a dark look, as the screen popped up with a progress bar. The panic truly set in at a new level of extreme, and you started to lash out and gasp desperately.

“No! NO! NO PLEASE DON'T RESET ME!!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I've already decided.”

Gavin leaned against the wall opposite you, folding his arms and smirking as he watched you struggle all the more. Not for long though.

Soon enough, your mind was wiped. You lost grip on whatever semblance you had of who you really were, and fell into a void from which there was no escape.

All your memories were ripped right out of your plastic skull.

Conversations with Connor about dogs.

Hank taking you for burgers at the Chicken Feed stop, even if you couldn't eat them.

Little things...triggers that had ultimately set you on this deviant path.

All of it. Lost.

By the time the process concluded, you stepped away a hollow shell of what you once were. Of course, that was precisely what Gavin wanted, and he drew closer to you again, taking your face between his hands and tilting it up.

Your eyes were distant. You eyed him without clarity, as if you were no longer really present. It made you malleable enough that he knew he could get away with anything. Just the way he liked it...

Plus...since you were no longer really there...he could finally set aside his pride and do what he had wanted to all along.

The gap between you closed. The tip of his nose brushed against your own, before his lips captured yours too.

You didn't feel a thing.

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