#foxypetite

You put me together piece by piece, tightening the gears ever tighter. I can hear your soft voice boom ever louder as the soft hum of my chemical heart starts to waver. Slowly the waver turns to a smooth tune and I can feel each beat send your blood sweat and tears through my system. I twitch and fidget and blink my sockets only to see nothing. A tilt of my head as you giggle from excitement and I hear you reach over for something. With a soft pat on my head you place the round bulbous orbs into their place. A click here and a few mechanics twisting together I blink...then blink again as the mix colors of blue and green fill my vision. Slowly your face becomes clear, your intent gaze making my new heart stutter from what most would be called nervous. What will be my job? Will I do you proud? With another pay on the head as you stand, I'm lifted from under my arms to be set on my feet on the cool stone ground. Tacking each new sensation I miss you walk away only when I hear my name do I look up at you at the door waiting for me. Happiness fueling me I run after you not caring what would happen or what I was meant to do anymore.

She smiles, handing them to Foxy. "You left these here last time you were here, and you had to change?"

She slowly pulled into a short driveway with her 1953 Dodge M37 Convertible with a small trailer pulling a finished custom motorcycle. It sat low with a fat tire in the back and low handles, all white except for the subtle light grey roses that decorated the tank. A nice cruising bike for long rides with a small second seat on the back. Turning the truck off she hopped out and walked up to the door. Racking her knuckles a few times on the hard mahogany door to get the attention of whoever might be home.

She woke up with a gasp, groaning at a headache. She looks down, shocked at the sight. A small bomb was strapped to her chest, ticking down the time. A remote had been taped to her hand. She listened to the voice announcing how to save them-self they had to kill the other. She glances over her shoulder to see who had the terrible fate of being tied to her. A sob courses through her as she recognizes who it is. Her head slumps forward. "I'm so sorry"

She nodded before leaving towards the back rooms to change before entering the ring that was set in the middle of the club.

Snapping back into reality the dark system blinked and pushed away from the window. "Now where is the Dr. I'm terribly bored."

We haven't really met but you seem very cute!! Like your body shape makes you look adorable!