Once again, I'm writing about The Prototype re-arranging the (AFAB) Player's guts.
This is smut! Including (but not limited to): power imbalances, dubious consent, body horror, and canon-typical violence. So read at your own discretion.
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The Prototype "experimenting" on you
★ There's nothing The Prototype loves more than seeing you cry. He's never come across someone whose eyes well up quite like yours. You should be careful. He'd rip your fingernails out, one by one, just to see it again.
★ Fortunately for you, it would never come to that. Because you can behave. kneeling before him, like you should. Actually -I lied. The best sight would be you, on your knees, tears streaming down your face. His sharp fingers threatening to pierce the skin of your tongue.
★ A secret he'd never let slip is that he wants you to sit in his lap. Nice and pretty, but far from comfortable. Acting like such a good toy. It shows the others who you belong to. The Prototype's pretty little plaything.
★ Having you close means he can keep his eyes on you. You’re under his control, now. Nothing could take you away from him.
★ Huge blood kink. He thinks it looks good on you! This also means that he would love to eat you out while on your period. Getting off on the taste alone. Watching his needle-like hands leave goosebumps across your soft skin.
★ The Prototype usually ends up hurting you by accident. Oh well. Guess that's another trickle of blood for him to lap at? (It's not like you could afford to tell him no.)
★ Humans break too easily. And he almost hopes you do. That'd be a good reason to take you apart. Don't worry. You'll be put back together... Eventually...
★ He doesn't see you as a person. But more of a thing. You’re valued by only what you can do, instead of who you are. What you are won't matter. Because now you, belong to him.
