#bad ending

VERIFIED

…running user decryption key…

DECRYPTION SUCCESSFUL

…loading data…

COMPLETE

…checking transfer authorization…

AUTHORIZATION CONFIRMED

…encrypting…

…finalizing…

…sending…

TRANSFER REQUEST SENT

…fetching transfer status…

STATUS: ACTIVE

Subject D401Y is due to be transferred to an offsite facility [see requisitions and personnel transfers department for more details].

Transfer date: 12/08/26

Transfer duration: Three weeks

Reason for transfer: Health evaluation, use of [REDACTED] for further conditioning, medical experimentation for [REDACTED - Unit classified], prototype testing for R&D

Expected Outcome: Deeper psychological dependency on Handler [REDACTED], a calmer and more docile subject, successful implantation of necessary triggers, muzzle permanently [REDACTED] to subject

For any further questions, please contact Hound Services or Handler [REDACTED]

Today I was taken to a confined cell with an officer I didn’t know. I know that Handler didn’t sign off on this, but something makes me think that this issue was out of Its hands.

They questioned me about my name, my rank, my affiliations, and all other manner of information. I gave them what was necessary to get the interaction over with, but not enough to harm me or my allies. That’s the hope anyway.

I can’t wait for Handler to stop by my cell today, as the whole experience was quite a mess and extremely stressful, and I could really use the comfort from It being around.

Other than that, it has been business as usual lately. My resistance is holding strong, and I might have finally found a way to spin this bet in my favor. If anything comes of it then I will likely have a second entry to write today.

I haven’t been around Handler in days and it’s starting to get to me. I see It everywhere I look I need It. This is deeper than just a regular need, a need to be close to Handler, to be loved.

I need It carnally. I need to pin Handler down and just rut against It. I need to breed It, feel It squirming under me as I bite and scratch and take It all for myself.

I know that Handler is one of my targets, but..I just can’t shake the need to be inside of It. What has It done to my head? Surely this is wrong but I need this.

I don’t know when Handler will come around to me next but I will have It..I must have It. It must be mine. Handler will be..

MINE.

Name: Iora [REDACTED]

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Age: 24 years old

Pronouns: She/Her (it/its really)

Current assignment: Recon and intel gathering on imperial personnel and positions in the [REDACTED] region, fulfillment of sabotage and espionage operations behind enemy lines

Current imperial targets: Handler [REDACTED], Head Mechanic [REDACTED], General [REDACTED], any and all additional imperial command structure leads

Mech name: “Cherry Blossom”

Mech specifications: [REDACTED - See mechanic team for further information]

Main specialties: CQC, interrogation, dissemination of misinformation, sabotage, espionage

Activity Status: ACTIVE

Authorization code: [REDACTED]

This is Second Lieutenant Iora [REDACTED] canceling her request for any available rebel search and rescue squad. Repeat, cancel request for search and rescue.

I think I’ve found a way to get myself out of this mess, but it will require some time to plan and plan enact. Have a medical team and a prisoner transport team on standby for my return. Looks like I’ll be bringing home a little extra treat.