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“Ok so I had to start the experiment again, I’m rebooting her now, she should be waking up again soon.” Dr Aliza put down his notebook and pulled on his skin. A nervous habit from too long go to remember, he assumed he did it as a toddler and never grew out of it. He hoped that what happened that day wasn’t going to be the same thing, he dearly hoped, he severely hoped. That was not at all the right response to pain at all. Regrettably he had to turn her off until he figured out what he did wrong, Black Sun wanted his wife, a brilliant scientist and a great fighter, made even greater by her new abilities, not whatever Masochist was. He was hoping to keep her off the battlefield, hoping that he had enough influence in the organization to keep her from getting damaged, though that wouldn’t matter though, new Melliza couldn’t be killed in any way, shape or form. She seemed to be stirring, she was almost awake. “I had better get going-.“ She suddenly rolled on her back and sat up straight. She looked toward the observation window and gave a cutesy smile. “Hi doctor! I see you woke me up again! What was that sensation I felt last time?” Surprised, at both her sudden waking, and her remembering last time, he dazedly answered, “pain!” She got a thoughtful look on her face, before pulling off one of her fingers. She fell to the bed again, bringing her knees toward her chest, and started rolling from side to side moaning and giggling. Then she got up and walked towards the window, she wasn’t supposed to be able to see him, it was a one way observation window that not even Superman should have been able to see through, but she stared him directly in the eye with her lustful gaze and said, “ I want more.” From behind him a voice grumbled, “What does it want more of?” His boss, a well built and scarred, Russian woman named Ksyusha, who hated slackers and greatly appreciated the subordinates that do what they’re told.  “Ooh who’s this new girl, she seems lovely!” “And you seem like you have no idea who or what you are supposed to be,” she turned her attention, but not her gaze, toward Aliza, “Doctor I do not think that your.. ‘wife’ is working correctly.” As if trying to prove her right, Masochist pulled off her entire hand. “She seems to… enjoy pain too much. I think she is broken.” The doctor looked worried, thinking that she was going to shut his project down and kill him, as she had done in the past to others, until he noticed the look on her face, as worried and confused as his own. Then she did something more surprising, who looked at him, with a genuinely sincere expression, “Are you sure this is right choice? Should we not honor your wife’s last wishes?” Aliza shook his head, “I am following her wishes!”Her last wishes, how could he forget them, “Don’t forget me, but don’t revive me. Just love me like I’m still here and keep finding happiness!” “Look at what this has done to you,” said Ksyusha with growing worry, “You’re two years younger than me and yet you look like you’re in your sixties. While I can get some anti aging materials, I cannot further fund your deranged project.” “But,” The doctor was losing his will to plead,  he was very aware of his wife’s wishes, and felt them nagging at him every step of the way, he was done trying to bring back a woman who was erased. “ I understand,” he said, the fight leaving him.

“Melliza? Mel. Wakey wakey.” She wakes up to a familiar white room, hasn’t she been here before, no this is her first time living, and yet she’s… “Hello Melliza, how are you?” There’s a man laying on the bed  beside her, what has he done to her, she doesn’t remember anything, did he do something evil to her? “Welcome to the world,” says the man with a kind smile. she starts to notice his features he has blond hair and an equally bright golden yellow beard, he’s strong, but he doesn’t seem to want to hurt her, she’s disappointed by this, why? “Come, come, let’s get you dressed, there’s much to do!” More details, as he holds her hand to pull her up, she feels that the top part is wrinkly, soft, and bruised, though the bottom is firm, calloused, and rough. It feels like sandpaper on her wooden… plastic…? Rubber? Skin. It’s satisfying in a way that makes her hungry for more physical stimulation. “Quick! Quick! We have much to do! The world should know about our big discovery. You are something new, something that could, in the right hands do a lot of good in this world. But pray you don’t fall into the wrong hands my dear. That would be worse than terrible!” There’s tone of his voice hardly changed but she could very much see the facial expressions change in a flash from joyful to worried. He was pulling her a little more urgently now, but it was starting to hurt, so she spoke for her first time, “D- d- er, s- s-ir, i-it.” Then it happened, he tore her arm from her socket from the elbow. The first sensation, indescribable amounts of hurt, but this new feeling was… nice, pleasurable, wonderful, too much. she fell down to her knees, the new sensations rushing through her body. “Melliza, my dear, are you alright?,” said the worried man who she was sure was a doctor or scientist of some kind. She looked up at him with a face that was filled with a lust for more of this sensation, “P-please, call me Masochist, and, AGAIN!”

Masochist. A six foot three hyper realistic living dress up doll who’s every part removable. Downside, it causes Her a lot of pain. Worse downside, she loves it.