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Smile for Me - Prolouge

Chapter Inclusions: body & mind torture, cursing, violence, blood, angst, nudity.

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Jasmine’s POV

I wake up sore all over and drained, the rigorous beatings and mind torture I endured yesterday having a huge effect on my body, littered with bloody scratches and large blue-ish purple bruises littering my whole body. I look over at my best friend, Rosie, who is strapped to the seat in the room next to me, awake and panicking a little, with a clear glass panel separating us.

Just then, four armed android guards walked into the room with a woman trailing behind. Their pristinely white outfit giving off an air of perfection and professionalism. Pearly white teeth and lanyard that said “Dr. ——-“ on it on full display as they smiled emotionlessly at us and said: “Good morning girls! Sleep well?” I don’t reply, something about the way their smiling at me is giving off the sort of vibe that says they can’t be trusted. At all.

Their smile breaks, just a little, at our unwillingness to speak to her. “Not much of a talker are you Jas?” They say, directed at me. I turned to look at them, my head whipping around so fast, you would think I had broken my neck. “Don’t call me Jas, you crazy bitch.” I say sternly, the anger in my voice rising as I stare them down. “Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you Jas? Don’t worry, you won’t be for long” They said with a smile and tone that sent shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, the armed guards that had been silent up until now, grabbed Me and Rosie and dragged us out of the room, with Dr. ——- leading the way. We protest, kicking and screaming as we’re dragged down a dirty and bloodied hallway, and into a room that was filled to the brim with torture devices. They force my flailing body into a chair that looks suspiciously like an electric one, only this time, a huge, metal wall separating Me and Rosie.

“Why…? Why the hell are you did this to us?!” I faintly hear Rosie scream desperately from her side of the barrier, finally taking a moment to catch her breath after all the struggling she did. I hear some struggling, then, silence. Nothing else from her after that, but Dr. ——- cocks their head curiously, as if they didn’t understand why a question like that was even asked. Their expression then does a complete 360, going from doe-eyed and curious, to glaring and extremely furious, though I’d say it seemed like they were trying, and failing, to conceal their emotions. “Because you two are nasty, pathetic little roaches that need to be squashed to prevent others from catching that disease you all like to call emotions.” They reply sharply, their nails digging into my cheeks as they accentuate “nasty, pathetic little roaches”. I scoff, rolling my eyes and replying with: “ If we’re talking about pathetic roaches, I’d say I’m looking at one right now.”

I regret those words the second they leave my mouth.

Almost dropping the syringe I had no idea Dr. ——- was preparing, which held god-knows-what kind of red-ish liquid inside it, They whirled their head around to glare at me. Their cold, green eyes staring daggers into my soul, like they were trying to burn a hole right through me and I was suddenly hit with the feeling that I was in extreme danger. “You just don’t know when to quit do you..?” They whisper, taking multiple strides towards me until our faces were merely inches apart. “If you won’t willingly give up those pesky emotions of yours and take your pills, I’ll just have to carve them out of you and shove the pills down your throat myself…” Then with no warning, they jabbed the needle that I hadn’t seen her pick up and hide behind her back, right into my neck with no regard, not even caring if she hit an important artery. I gasp, feeling my vision blur and my mind and body go numb. They then walk over to a large switch on the wall, and pull it so quickly, you’d have thought they’d get a prize for being so quick. Suddenly, as though I were being struck my lightning, 300 watts of electricity shot through my body like blood, the suprise of being caught off guard being just enough to make me black out.

I don’t remember much after that, glimpses of Dr. ——-‘s sadistic smile, fluttering across my mind as I’m put through the worst physical and mental torture I’ve ever been through in my life. The feeling of their knife carving all sorts of insults and phrases into my completely naked body being enough to drive me insane, clothes being forcefully ripped off my body by her androids. The smell of my own blood, sweat, and tears overwhelming me, as she electrocuted me over, and over, and OVER again and drills god-knows-what kind of messages into my now weak and fragile mind. Searing hot pain and burning flesh filling up the room as I beg her to stop a million times, though a growing part of me starts to think I deserve it, that this is what I get for letting my emotions take over and get the better of me. “P-please….please stop, I’m begging you..! I’ll do anything, I’ll b-be your toy, y-your doll, your soldier, ANYTHING, just p-please make it stop…!” I sob and slur out, every bone in my body aching as blood flows out of my mouth from where she pulled a few of my teeth for trying to stop her torturous rampage. Lungs feeling like they were set on fire as I struggle to breathe, my skin and broken limbs crawling from underneath my restraints.

Dr. ——-, having been quiet for quite some time, starts to laugh. They cackle like a witch, psychotic giggles filling the room as they laugh like they’ve just been told the funniest joke in the world. “Why?! You deserve this, sweetheart..” They whisper, cupping my face. Oddly, the action comforts me and makes me feel sick to my stomach, more than I already do. “This is what happens when you decide, that you get to feel whatever the hell you wanna feel, and NOT think you’re gonna get punished for it…” They coo in a sweet, honeyed tone. Their voice making me feel like puking up my internal organs, it’s as if they were trying to guilt trip and manipulate me into thinking I asked for this. Like it’s my fault I’m being subjected to this horrific torture just because I decided to exist and have emotions, like we all don’t have them right? But this is what happens when you don’t conform to the wishes of somebody more powerful than yourself. And the worst part about all this? The fact that I’m actually starting to believe what she’s saying. My battered mind convincing me that their word is law, and when you break that law?

You’re punished for it, Severely.

They gaze at my tortured, emotionless, husky of a body and give me a look of pity so strong, you’d have thought they were looking and an injured & suffering little kid. “Aw, what’s wrong? You look like a kicked puppy” They snidely remark, pouting as if they didn’t just beat me half to death and laugh while doing it. I gaze up at them from my spot I the chair and whisper: “Why…why are you doing this to me…” I whisper, feeling like an empty husk. They stare at me for a split second, smiling, and they say: “Oh, it’s simple really. You see, you have a special talent. You’re able to feel and process emotions on a deeper level, which by the way, Isn’t acceptable, like at ALL. But, your ability to process things in a deeper level, when you’re not being, y’know, defiant, can be EXTREMELY useful, to me and my superiors. I mean, how much more useful could you be if you were, oh I don’t know, and android? So obedient and docile, putting up no fight whatsoever and following and order your given? Pure bliss.”

They circle me, continuing with their deceitful plan, “So what I’m gonna do to you is this, I’m gonna take your, very much alive, pathetic, emotion-filled body and stuff it into and android husk. Then we’ll do some tinkering on your body and mind, until you and the android are one and the same. Then we’ll program you to follow my orders as holy writ, and you won’t be suffering anymore! Just Imagine, how much better you’ll feel once you get rid of your emotions, and embrace perfection? Be like everyone, I know deep down it’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” They grin sadistically, feeling so proud of themself, like I’d ACTUALLY be excited about something like this. Their smile reminds me of the Cheshire Cat, except more sinister.

My eyes widened so much, they almost popped right out of my skull. “No! No, you can’t do this! Please, I’m begging you..!” A voice suddenly stars to laugh, not Dr. ——-, oh no. A different voice, a familiar voice, one so familiar in fact, I could pick it out from a thousand different voices. The familiar figure strides out from the shadows like a ghost, steps so light, I hadn’t even realized this person was standing in the corner of the room this whole time. They come right up behind me and say: “Oh honey, yes, yes they can do that. And don’t look down down, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Y’know, you’re a really lucky girl, you should be smiling for us instead!” The figure chirps cheerfully, rounding the corner and lockingm eyes with me.

And the second they do, my eyes almost pop out of my sockets at who I see standing in front of me.

End of Prolouge

Word Count: 1,645

a/n: whoo! A little over 1.5k words, pretty impressive(at least to me). Also sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger, you better get used to it tho bc you’re gonna be seeing ALOT more of them. So sorry in advance! But I hope you enjoyed and remember, once you get my permission, you’re free to reblog this! Lmk what you think of this Prolouge! ☺️🙏🏽❤️

Until next time!

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