ANIMUS NON GRATA

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<<audio $music_track volume $music_volume loop play>><link rel="preload" href="img/teaser.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq0/0-001.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/tutorial1.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/tutorial2.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/tutorial3.png" as="image"><<silently>> <script>window.ANGFonts.setFontSize("medium");</script> <<set $show_sequence_selection to true>> <<set $jp_show_images to true>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to false>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to false>> <<set $explore_living_room to false>> <<set $explore_garage to false>> <<set $explore_kitchen to false>> <<set $explore_bedroom to false>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $submissiveness to 0>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to false>> <<set $day2_clean_house to false>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<run UIBar.stow();>> <</silently>><img class="coverimage" src="img/cover.png"><h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">ANIMUS NON GRATA</h1>This work of fiction is an adult game, aimed for an adult audience and includes explicit text and images. The main characters depicted in this story are fictional and have no real-world counter-parts or inspirations. This game features bondage, bdsm, sexism, sexual scenes and foul language. This work of fiction does not reflect the personal beliefs or thoughts of the creator. The creator of this work of fiction does not condone the language, actions and situations depicted in this work of fiction. This work of fiction is meant to be purely enjoyed as fiction. CONTENT WARNING: This game features scenes that many may consider disturbing. The themes explored are dark and often non-consensual. This is a dark take on the stockholm syndrome, with abuse, hardcore bdsm and humiliation. ''In this game you play as a female protagonist'' Please confirm that you are 18 years or older and want to proceed. [[I want to proceed and I am 18 years old or older|proceed 1]] [[I don't want to proceed / I'm younger than 18 years old]]

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<<set $show_sequence_selection to false>><<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-001.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Sequence 0 - Awakening</h4>A deep darkness surrounds you: a landscape in your mind that you wander, aimlessly. You don't remember how you got here, nor who you are or why you're here. The darkness around you is all you've known, for as long as you can remember. When exactly you first became aware of the darkness, you don't know. Sometimes you can sense something outside the darkness, the sensation comes in many forms. Often, it's a sort of rumble that shakes around the darkness, always outside your reach. Other times it's a voice, an unfamiliar voice, talking far away. You can't make out the words. Recently, the rumblings have been growing more frequent and coming closer. The voice, louder and nearer. Suddenly, the rumbling feels like it's inside you. You scream, but in your mind you don't have a voice. As quickly as it came, the rumbling stops. Surrounded by nothing but darkness, you hear the voice of man, clearly as if he's right next to you. "Can you hear me? Are you awake?" You look around, and see no-one. But the voice, it's like he's right there... Just an arms-reach away. You find your courage and say... [['"I hear you."'|"I hear you."]] [['"Where are you?"'|"I hear you."]] [['"Who are you?"'|"I hear you."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-001.png">Confused, you concentrate as hard as you can on the image of... Toes, you can picture them below you. You squeeze them together, open them, wriggle your feet from left to right. Still surrounded by complete darkness. "Amazing!" the voice of the man gasps. "Your toes are moving, this is beyond... Can you move your fingers?" Encourage by his voice, you look down. You know where your fingers are supposed to be, but you see no hands, no fingers. [[Concentrate hard on moving your fingers]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-004.png">You envision a hand grabbing... Another hand. A shake. A hand... Shake. It's a gesture. You begin to remember... or discover... things. Meeting another, a greeting of sorts, the wave of a hand, the shaking of hands. You grab on to the imaginary hand, hard, squeezing it. I am here, I exists, you want to say to the other hand. The touch is real, but you see nothing. "Ow!" The man's voice startles you and you let go of the hand. "Sorry, I wasn't prepared, that was impressive!" he continues and laughs. A warm laugh, a welcoming laugh... A happy laugh. "Can you feel this?" he then asks. At first, you can't know what he means. Then a warm sensation, the smallest pressure, breaks the darkness. [[Try to find the source of the sensation around you]] [[Try to find the source of the sensation within you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-004.png">You walk around the darkness, trying to find the source of the sensation. No matter where you go, the sensation remains constant, unchanging. Eventually you realize it's not coming from around you, it's coming from within. [[Try to find the source of the sensation within you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-004.png">You turn inwards, trying to picture yourself. Toes, fingers. The warm sensation comes from neither. It's somewhere in between. You search for the word to describe the place. Chest, yes... There is a warm touch and the slightest pressure on your chest. As you breathe in, the pressure can be felt the clearest. As you breathe out, the sensation weakens, only to strengthen again as you breathe in. "Your brain activity is spiking again: I'm holding my hand on your chest, I think you can feel it." he keeps his hand there as you breathe in, growing a stronger sensation of your own body with each breath. His touch is grounding your reality in a tangible way, a stark contrast to the formless darkness that still surrounds you. "I wonder..." the man starts and the touch on your chest disappears. You're suddenly freightened as the darkness once more is your only companion. Your heart is like a drum in your chest... Heart? Suddenly, you become aware of your own pulse, heightened as it is in your panic. "Please don't leave me alone in the darkness!" you find yourself saying, but you get no reply. It feels like an eternity as you wait for an answer, a sensation, anything... The darkness stares at you from all directions. "You still awake? Can you feel this?" the man's voice finally breaks through to you. You feel like crying from relief, hearing his voice. [[Concentrate on the new feeling]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-004.png">Once again, knowing to look inwards, you try to place the sensation. It could be your chest, that much is clear, but as you come close to finding it, it moves... Eventually, you make out a pattern in the sensation. A steady pressure and warmth can be felt moving over your chest, just brushing your... Your neck. It moves gently, slowly, to the side over your shoulder... arm... elbow... left hand... Then it turns, tracing it back again, going over your chest, right under your neck, to the right shoulder... arm... elbow... and right hand. The pattern repeats, softly, warmly, with a small pressure, moving from one side of your body to the other. You embrace the feeling as it makes you aware of your body: A calm washes over you. You are still surrounded by darkness everywhere, but you are aware of your arms and hands, your heart, neck and chest. You exist, the man exists, and neither belong in the darkness, you realize. "I'll interpret the EEG spikes as a yes." the man's voice calmly says, right next to you. You can almost feel... On your... Ear... The warmth of his breath. "How about this?" the hand moves, and for a moment, the darkness surges on you again from all sides, threatening to crush you. You brace yourself and latch on to your beating heart for stability. The darkness cannot get you now, you know your heart is real, it's right here, inside you. "Hello? Can you feel this?" the man asks. He must've asked it a couple of times, you think, as you sense a touch of fear in his voice. Fear of losing you, you realize. Just like you fear losing him. He wants to save you, from this darkness, you realize. [[Concentrate on the sensation]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-008.png">Turning inward you know he's not touching your upper body this time. Instinct tells you to sense downward, and as you do so, his warm touch is in two places. It moves, from your feet, both the left and the right, upwards symmetrically... touching your... ankles... lower legs, sliding behind to your calves, back again to the front of the lower legs... rising steadily, reaching your kneecaps... continuing upwards along your thighs, staying at your... hips. The man holds you, warming your hips with his touch. You gasp at the feeling, still seeing nothing, surrounded by darkness. The man then moves his hands down again, over the thighs, kneecaps, down all the way to your feet. He warms your toes in his hands, then moves up again. The sensation is almost like surging electricity in your body. "Very good, your sens..s seems to be functioning correctly." the man's voice tells you, reassuredly. You hesistate. The word he used, did he say senses... or sensors? You couldn't quite make out what he said, surely he meant senses? Your mind finds it hard to understand his meaning if he said something else. "But I wonder, why can't you move the rest of your body yet... Can you lift your arms or legs?" he asks. Something in his voice makes you concerned. Is something wrong? Are you... damaged? [[Try to move your arms]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-008.png">You do your best to move your arms. You concentrate on them, lifting them into the air as if you were feeling your way forward in a dark room. You don't feel a thing. [[Try to move your legs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-008.png"><<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>>You do the same for your legs, attempting to walk. Then, you attempt to just lift them. Nothing seems to happen. The man's deep silence confirms this to you. "I can see the tiniest movement. Let me think..." he says and you hear something grinding on... the floor. A... chair? The universe known to you grows to now include your mind, the darkness, your body, the man's voice.. touch.. and now a floor, somewhere unreachable, and a chair. The chair the man has been sitting on. Eventually, the man breaks the silence. "I think we need to fire up those neurons properly, overload and calibrate the system in a way." your heart begins to beat faster, this sounds dangerous. "Don't worry, it's not harmful, not what I have in mind." you can feel a warm pressure in your right palm and fingers. You realize he's holding your hand. "With your permission, squeeze if you want me to proceed." His hand in yours, you... [[Squeeze his hand]] [[Don't squeeze his hand]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">With determination, you squeeze his hand firmly. "Very good, now relax." he says, letting go of your hand. A deep pressure can be felt around you. You focus on the sensation. Two.. no three... now four.. points of contact are rooting themselves deep in the muscle of your... forehead, and hair. It is making your toes curl, this deep, methodic, relaxing... Massage. You find the word for what the man is doing. He is giving the root of your head a massage with his fingers, going down towards the neck, then slowly, very slowly, moving towards your ears, staying there, taking care of every point, then moving up towards your forehead, taking care of every inch. [[Enjoy the sensation]] [[Try to signal the man to stop]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-008.png">You don't know if you're afraid, but something make you hesitate. The man holds your hand in silence, but you do not move a muscle. "I can only help you if you let me. There are two ways we can do it, my way, or the suggested way according to the instructions. Squeeze my hand if you want to do it my way, I promise it's a much better way." he asks, right next to you. You stare into the darkness, uncomprehending. His way? The... instructed way? What instructions... Your head is spinning and you cannot understand what he means. Eventually, you compose yourself enough to make a decision... [[Squeeze his hand]] [[Don't squeeze his hand|don't squeeze again]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">You don't exactly know why, but there's something about his vagueness that doesn't sit well with you. You refuse to squeeze his hand and agree to his way of firing neurons. The instructions, whatever they are, must've been written by people who know what they're doing and you place your trust in them in this. The man holds your hand for a while, waiting for you to squeeze it, but you never do. Eventually, he sighs, then lets go of your hand. "I understand. You have no reason to trust me. Hang on." he says and you hear him standing up. Your throat has gone dry, waiting for him to say more... A bit from you, he's doing something... Maybe reading the instructions again? Suddenly your hear a buzzing sound, gone in an instant. Like a tiny bolt of lightning? You recoil in horror as you think of all the worst things that it could mean. Is he literally about to fry you with electricity, in order to fire up your neurons? The though sends your mind spinning in panic and you barely hear the man sitting down next to you. He grabs your hand firmly. "The instructions are clear: Firing neurons is most easily achived with strong electric shocks. Definitely a painful procedure." You can't believe your ears. What the hell kind of instructions are those? You feel his hand in your trembling hands, as your mind is shocked to its core. The darkness offers no shelter for your body, trapped as it is beyond your control. In that moment, instinct takes over as you... [[In panic, squeeze his hand!]] [[Think that there's no way he would do that! Do nothing.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">He continues massaging your scalp and forehead, and you relax thoroughly, enjoying every second of it. Then, his hands move down, to your shoulders and neck. He gives them also a thorough massage with his warm hands. You embrace it fully as his deep massage of your neck and shoulders expands to massage your arms. The sensation is warming you from within as all your muscles react. It is almost painful at times, but you can definitely feel your... neurons firing... as the man described. [[Continue enjoying the sensation|Give in and enjoy the sensation]] [[You've had enough - try to signal for him to stop|Wriggle your toes, try to signal to him to stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to $chapter_1_resists + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">You're not quite enjoying this, his touch is stirring something within you that you don't feel comfortable facing. Moving your fingers frantically, you try to signal to the man that you're not comfortable. Your message doesn't seem to reach him, for he continues massaging your scalp and forehead. His hands move down, to your shoulders and neck. He gives them a thorough massage with his warm hands. As he goes, you continuously try to signal for him to stop, but for some reason he does not. Maybe he is ignoring you, or maybe he doesn't understand you... Or maybe your fingers have stopped working. His deep massage of your neck and shoulders expands to massage your arms. The sensation is warming you from within as all your muscles react. It is almost painful at times, but you can definitely feel your... neurons firing... as the man described. [[Give in and enjoy the sensation]] [[Wriggle your toes, try to signal to him to stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">Trapped in the darkness, you can only feel the man's touch in a body that you aren't quite fully aware of yet. His hands move steadily down, brushing over your belly, digging into your thighs. His deep massage makes you aware of just how thick your thighs are, compared to your arms: as his hands have to really work to massage them. He continues down, massaging your lower legs and the calf. Your legs feel incredibly soft, and you realize, hairless, as the man's hands caress them effortlessly. "Calibration reaching the final stretch. You're doing great." he assures you. You are still trapped in the darkness of your mind and his touch is your only connection to the world beyond. For now, you're quite enjoying the feeling. His hands begin to climb, over your thighs, your belly, reaching your... Breasts. His hands softly circle them and you immediately become aware of their curvy shape. At first, his hands stay just around them, softly warming the edges, not climbing the mountains. Then, on both breasts, his hands carefully cup them. You gasp. The man is massaging your breasts, thoughtfully, thoroughly, slowly. The sensation is shooting fireworks to your brain and body. "Aahh..." you moan as the sensation overwhelms you. Firing... neurons... Yes! [[Let the man continue]] [[A part of you shuns away from the feeling - try to signal to him to stop!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to $chapter_1_resists + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">Trapped in the darkness, you can only feel the man's touch in a body that you aren't quite fully aware of yet. And yet, you are not comfortable with this. You wriggle your toes frantically, trying to get his attention, signalling for him to please stop what he's doing. Unaware of your signal, or choosing to ignore it, his hands move steadily down, brushing over your belly, digging into your thighs. His deep massage makes you aware of just how thick your thighs are, compared to your arms: as his hands have to really work to massage them. To your dismay, he continues down, massaging your lower legs and the calf. Your legs feel soft, and you realize, hairless, as the man's hands explore them effortlessly. You cannot do a thing to stop him. "Calibration reaching the final stretch. You're doing great." he assures you. His hands begin to climb, over your thighs, your belly, reaching your... Breasts. You scream into the darkness for him to stop and desperately move your fingers and toes. Enough! Ignoring you, his hands softly circle your breasts. You immediately become aware of their curvy shape. At first, his hands stay just around them, warming the edges, not climbing the mountains. Then, on both breasts, his hands cup them. You scream. The man is massaging your breasts, thoroughly, slowly and there's not a thing you can do to stop him. The sensation is causing mixed messages to reach your brain and body: The feeling threatens to overwhelm you. Neurons are firing, for sure, and you can feel yourself enjoying the sensation, even though you do not enjoy the cause. [[Give in to the feeling and let the man continue|Let the man continue]] [[Shun away from the feeling - try once again to make him stop!|A part of you shuns away from the feeling - try to signal to him to stop!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">You relax, taking a deep breath, fully embracing what is to come. His hands are all over your breasts, playing with them, cupping them, squeezing them... A feeling that you can't quite place is beginning to awaken within you. His fingers find your sensitive nipples, which are hard and yearning for his touch. He plays with them, nicely but firmly, and you can feel your breath quickening. Tugging gently, he pinches them and an explosion rocks your body. His lips connect with your breasts, gently kissing them all over, slowly making their way towards your right nipple... You're thoroughly enjoying how it makes you feel, then he gently kisses your nipple, licks it playfully, warming it with his wet mouth. You moan in the complete darkness of your mind, enjoying his exploration of your body, as it continues for a good while, kissing and sucking on both of your nipples, all the while squeezing your breasts. "Your body is reacting as expected, continuing calibration..." he murmurs in between kisses. Eventually, one of his hands starts a journey downwards, brushing your belly-button, still going further down... All the way to your pubic hair, or rather, where there should be pubic hair. The smoothness of your body down there offers no resistance as his hand touches the edges of your vulva, circling around the area, teasing you. In the darkness, you shudder... [[Do nothing as the man pleasures you]] [[Try to resist his advances]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to $chapter_1_resists + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">You do not want him to continue and your whole body clenches in protest at his advances. In the darkness of your mind, there is little you can do but scream, plead, and try to signal to him to stop with the limited control of your body that you have. He doesn't seem to notice any of it, or actively chooses to ignore you as his hands grope your breasts, playing with them, cupping them, squeezing them... You shun at his touch, but involuntarily a feeling that you can't quite place is beginning to awaken within you. His fingers find your sensitive nipples, which to your surprise are hard and immediately reach to his touch. Cursing your body for betraying you like this, you helplessly witness, from the darkness of your mind, as he plays with your nipples making your breath quicker. Tugging gently, he pinches them and an explosion rocks your body. His lips connect with your breasts, gently kissing them. You shout, surprised, and try to pull away. Of course, you're not in full control of your body and nothing you do seem to take you further away from the man, nor let him know that you're protesting. The man's wet mouth slowly makes his way towards your right nipple... And in horror you feel him kissing it, then lick it playfully, warming it with his wet mouth. You can do nothing as he takes advantage of your body, continuing for a good while, kissing and sucking on both of your nipples, all the while squeezing your breasts. Your traitorous body reacts to his touch by sending pleasure to your mind... "Your body is reacting as expected, continuing calibration..." he murmurs in between kisses. To your shocky, one of his hands starts a journey downwards, brushing your belly-button, still going further down... All the way to your pubic hair, or rather, where there should be pubic hair. The smoothness of your body down there offers no resistance as his hand touches the edges of your vulva, circling around the area, teasing you. In the darkness, you shudder... [[Realize resistance is pointless - let the man do what he wants|Do nothing as the man pleasures you]] [[Again try to resist his advances|Try to resist his advances]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">One of his hands is squeezing your right breast, his thumb playing with your nipple. His other hand is continuing its methodic circling around your vulva, sometimes gently brushing your clitorial hood as it passes by. You can feel a warm wetness building inside you from his touch, and he appears to be aware of it, because he says: "Your neurons are firing admirably, I can feel your body awakening." A part of you is shocked at this treatment... But another part of you is quite thrilled and excited. One of his fingers dips a tiny bit into your vaginal opening, bringing a trace of your wetness with it, which he immediately puts to use on your clitoris. Your body shakes as he begins to pleasure you thoroughly, fingers seeking more moisture from your vagina, lubricating your pussy's inner lips, outer lips and clitoris... You can do nothing but enjoy the sensation as he begins a circular motion over your clitoris, inner lips and clitorial hood, spreading your wetness to the whole region. You gasp in the darkness of your mind, truly feeling a deep bond with your body, for the first time since you can recall. His other hand has tenderly given attention to your breasts and nipples thus far, but it now joins his other hand. With one hand, he continues pleasuring your clitoris, while with the other he slowly pushes a finger into your vagina, slowly making its way deeper, and deeper. His back-and-forth motion inside you and circular motion just outside is making it impossible to resist. Time and again, you believe your senses have reached their absolute limit, only to be proven wrong as he goes deeper, or changes angle, speed... Or slips two fingers inside you instead of one. You let him do it all, completely surrendering your body to him. He continues for a while, until you're utterly spent, gasping, shuddering, shaking in the darkness. His hands leave your pussy, and you figuratively slump down onto the ground of the darkness that is your existence... "You seem to have enjoyed the calibration as much as I did.. Let's take a short break, then try to awaken your body, alright?" the man says next to you and you think you can hear him standing up and walking away. A whoosing, rushing sound... Your mind tells you that it must be water. He is washing his hands. Understandable. You hear him returning, then a soft fabric gently touches your vagina. Your realize that he is wiping excess moisture, gently, away from your private parts. You're grateful for the gesture. [[Catch your breath]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to $chapter_1_resists + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">One of his hands is squeezing your right breast, his thumb playing with your nipple. You desperately try to get his attention in any way you can think of, shouting, screaming, moving your toes, fingers, anything... But it's pointless as his other hand continues its methodic circling around your vulva, gently brushing your clitorial hood as it passes by. You're not in control of your own body as you suddenly feel a warm wetness building inside you. The man appears to be aware of it, because he says: "Your neurons are firing admirably, I can feel your body awakening." You are shocked at this treatment... But another part of you is a little bit thrilled... maybe even excited. One of his fingers dips a tiny bit into your vaginal opening, bringing a trace of your wetness with it, which he immediately puts to use on your clitoris. Your body shakes as he begins to pleasure you thoroughly, fingers seeking more moisture from your vagina, lubricating your pussy's inner lips, outer lips and clitoris... You can do nothing as he begins a circular motion over your clitoris, inner lips and clitorial hood, spreading your wetness to the whole region. You clench your teeth and involuntarily gasp in the darkness of your mind. Somehow, you are beginning to feel a deep bond with your body, for the first time since you can recall... His method of firing your neurons is working, you are ashamed to admit... His other hand has groped your breasts and played with nipples this whole time, but it now joins his other hand. With one hand, he continues pleasuring your clitoris, while with the other he slowly pushes a finger into your vagina, slowly making its way deeper, and deeper. His back-and-forth motion inside you and circular motion just outside is making it hard to resist... Time and again, you believe your senses have reached their absolute limit, only to be proven wrong as he goes deeper, or changes angle, speed... Or slips two fingers inside you instead of one. You are helplessly taken advantage of by the man, but your body is betraying you, reacting to him as if you wanted this... Perhaps you did, but you just didn't know it until now... He continues for a while, until you're utterly spent, gasping, shuddering, shaking in the darkness. His hands leave your pussy, and you figuratively slump down onto the ground of the darkness that is your existence... "You seem to have enjoyed the calibration as much as I did.. Let's take a short break, then try to awaken your body, alright?" the man says next to you and you think you can hear him standing up and walking away. A whoosing, rushing sound... Your mind tells you that it must be water. He is washing his hands. Understandable. You hear him returning, then a soft fabric gently touches your vagina. Your realize that he is wiping excess moisture, gently, away from your private parts. You can't help but think that it's the least thing he can do, after all he's done... [[Catch your breath]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png"><<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>You lie there, cathing your breath, heart still beating fast. Your body feels... amazing.<<else>>You lie there, trembling, spasming, for what seems like an eternity. Eventually, they become less frequent, less pronounced, until you're left with nothing but a painful memory of the trauma. Still you lie there, doing nothing. Your body feels... Like absolute shit.<</if>> As time goes by, in silence, you become increasingly aware of yourself. Your breath, your heart... Your feet and hands... Your legs and arms... Your neck... Your head... The man speaks to you: "I think that should be enough. Can you move your legs?" [[Move your legs]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">You grab his hand hard, squeezing with all the force your can find. "Ow. hey! Relax. I understand. Let's do it my way then." he says, letting go of your hand. He walks away shortly, putting away whatever he'd fetched, then returns. At first you feel nothing. Then, a deep pressure can be felt around you. You focus on the sensation. Two.. no three... now four.. points of contact are rooting themselves deep in the muscle of your... forehead, and hair. It is making your toes curl, this deep, methodic, relaxing... Massage. You find the word for what the man is doing. He is giving the root of your head a massage with his fingers, going down towards the neck, then slowly, very slowly, moving towards your ears, staying there, taking care of every point, then moving up towards your forehead, taking care of every inch. [[Enjoy the sensation]] [[Try to signal the man to stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to false>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">Again the man pauses for a while, making sure you do not squeeze. Surely your hand must be trembling at the very least, that's how it feels in your mind, but you do not squeeze his hand. He's bluffing... Or at the very least, this is the intended way according to some lunatic's instructions... You can't even begin to imaging what his way would've been. Again, he sighs. "Alright. Try to relax, this will be over before you know it." he says. Doing as he says he impossible. You still don't think he's... A painful jolt cuts your thinking short as the quiet darkness around you is shattered in a violent burst of lightning. You can't even scream as the electricity forces its way through every cell of your body, penetrating your very being. Your mind tries to take shelter in whatever corner of darkness that remains, but it cannot. As quickly as it came, the shock disappears. You figuratively fall down onto the ground of the darkness of your mind... Completely wordless, pain throbbing in every part of your body... You stare into the darkness around you... "I'm sorry. I hope that worked...Let's take a short break, then try to awaken your body, alright?" the man says next to you, but you're barely listening. Every muscle in your body is trembling from the trauma. Silently, you lie there, trying to get your shaking body under control... [[Wait until the spasms stop|Catch your breath]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">You are very aware of your legs and you try to raise your right leg. You cannot see it, but you can feel it responding to you, delighted to finally be used and connected to your brain. You can't help but laugh... You don't know why, but you do. You wriggle it about, then raise your left leg instead, raising it high, then lowering it down. You repeat it a few times with both legs. "Good! Very good! How about your arms?" the man prompts. You let your legs fall down again, resting on what must be some sort of soft leather surface. [[Move your arms]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">To your delight, your arms respond. Again, you cannot see them from the darkness of your mind, but you can feel them moving. You wave your arms about, clapping a few times. You then trace the skin of your belly, down over you thighs, back up again, finding your naked breasts... You suddenly become extremely aware of your nakedness. The man must sense what you're feeling, because he says: "Sorry about that, it's easier to assemble... Nevermind. Hold on." he leaves your side, you hear, and then returns shortly. He places a blanket over you, covering your naked body from breasts down. Your arms rest on top of the blanket. "I hope that's better. Now, I would love if you could try speaking again. Can you say something?" he asks. Feeling that your body is now truly your own, a new feeling you don't know how to describe, you say... <<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is false>>[["Fuck you asshole."]]<<else>><<if $chapter_1_resists >= 3>>[["Fuck you asshole."]]<<else>><<if $chapter_1_resists >= 1>>[["Fucking hell."]]<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true and $chapter_1_resists <= 2>>[["Hello?"]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">With all you've been through, the only thing you can think of to say is: "Fucking hell." At your outburst, the man just laughs. "Incredible! Fucking hell indeed! Oh right... Sorry about that earlier, I had to make sure your brain connects with your body somehow. I hope you're not angry with me." he says. Angry? Maybe. Grateful not to be stuck alone in the darkness, being able to control your body, and even talk? Sure, that too. You ponder what to respond... [["I'm not angry."]] [["I'm a little bit angry."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">With all you've been through, the only thing you can think of to say is: "Fuck you asshole." At your outburst, the man just laughs. "Incredible! Fuck me indeed! Yeah you're right... Sorry about that earlier, I had to make sure your brain connects with your body somehow. I hope you're not angry with me." he says. Angry? Maybe. Grateful not to be stuck alone in the darkness, being able to control your body, and even talk? Sure, that too. You ponder what to respond... [["I'm not angry."]] <<set $linkText to "\"Of course I'm angry!\"">>[[$linkText|"I'm a little bit angry."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">With all you've been through, the only thing you can think of to say is: "Hello?" "Incredible! Hello. Hi! Oh right... Yeah, umm... Sorry about that earlier, I had to make sure your brain connects with your body somehow. I hope you're not angry with me." he says. Angry? Maybe. Grateful not to be stuck alone in the darkness, being able to control your body, and even talk? Sure, that too. You ponder what to respond... [["I'm not angry."]] [["I'm a little bit angry."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">You answer truthfully. You are more grateful than angry with him. He replies: "Good. I'm glad. Maybe a little thank you is in order?" he says cheerfully, right next to you, possibly joking, possibly completely serious. You are grateful, yes, but you're still trapped in the darkness of your mind, unable to truly connect with the outside world. Something is keeping you here. Finally, you say: [['"Thank you..."'|Hesitantly say: "I... Thank you."]] <<set $linkText to "\"I'll say thank you when you'd get me out of this darkness.\"">>[[$linkText|gratitude after darkness]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png"><<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>You find yourself thanking the man for, essentially, taking advantage of your helpless body.<<else>>You find yourself thanking the man for painfully shocking you with electricity, almost making you faint from the pain.<</if>> Doing so feels strange, but it's probably best to keep the man in a good mood... "You're welcome." the man says cheerfully. "I think it's time we try to get your eyes working, yes?" he says. Instintively you... [[Touch your face]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png"><<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>The man has essentially, taking advantage of your helpless body.<<else>>The man has essentially, painfully shocked you with electricity, almost making you faint from the pain.<</if>> The realization makes you feel angry. You tell him, matter-of-fact, to just get you out of this darkness. Suddenly the man grabs your wrists painfully. You let out an involuntary yelp from the surprise and pain. He leans in close to your face and says: "Watch your tone. You have no idea how grateful you should be, given the circumstances..." His tone is threatening, and you can't help but think there's a threat of violence in his words, although he said no such thing. Finally, you... [[Shocked, say: "I'm sorry... Thank you..."|Shocked say thank you]] [[Shocked, say nothing|Shock, say nothing.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">"Good, trust me, it's best to not be awake for this operation.." he says, bringing something to your face. You flinch as he places something hard and plastic on your mouth, covering your nose too. "Relax, take a deep breath. It feels quite nice, like a warm hug." he says, holding the thing to your face with one hand, and squeezing your right hand with his other. Instintively you grab his hand with both of your hands, afraid to breathe in. He continues reassuring you as your lungs start to hurt a bit, and you tentatively relax and breathe in. A fog engulfs you... [[...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">You're afraid of going back to the total darkness, unable to connect and feel your own body. What if you never come back... <<if $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness is true>>"You really don't want to be awake for this. Trust me, it's for the best..." The man says, then you suddenly feel something hard and plastic pressed against your mouth, covering your nose too. In panic you hold your breath and struggle against the man, clawing at his hands, arms, chest... You try to claw at his face, but his arms are much longer than yours, you can barely reach his chest... "Don't struggle, just breathe in deep." the man says calmly. A burning feeling is building in your lungs and you can't help it... Your body takes in a breath, and a fog is beginning to cloud your mind. You try to hold your breath, but you're struggling to focus... The fog engulfs you...<<else>>"You really don't want to be awake for this. Trust me, it's for the best. Hold still now." he says, bringing something to your face. You flinch as he places something hard and plastic on your mouth, covering your nose too. "Relax, take a deep breath. It feels quite nice, like a warm hug." he says, holding the thing to your face with one hand, and squeezing your right hand with his other. Instintively you grab his hand with both of your hands, afraid to breathe in. He continues reassuring you as your lungs start to hurt a bit, and you tentatively relax and breathe in. A fog engulfs you...<</if>> [[...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">Eventually, the man lets go of your wrists and says: "Let's forgive and forget, shall we?" A chill goes down your spine. A moment goes by in silence, neither of you saying anything. He breaks the silence: "Now I think it's time to get get your eyes working, yes?". Instintively you... [[Touch your face]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-041.png">You open your eyes. The first thing you see is a large light, just above you. The rest of the room is also brightly lit. Stunned by the light, you look around, confused, letting your eyes adjust to the light. There's a man sitting next to you, smiling. "Easy now. Can you describe what you see?" he asks. You scan the room. "I see..." you begin. "I see you." he nods, a smile on his face. You feel more at ease. "And the light here, above my head. And the open door over there... But I uh, I don't see any windows..." You pause for a moment, feeling a bit silly. "Good, good, please continue. What else?" Feeling stupid, you continue pointing out things in the room. "There's this leather... bed... I'm lying on... It's blue. It looks like a... massage table?" You scan the room again. "There's this small desk full of... things, right next to me." "Surgical tools and mechanical tools." the man corrects you. Right... You continue scanning the room. "There's a chair, the one you're sitting on. There's a large shelf, again full of stuff..." the man nods and encourages you to continue. You look down on yourself. You expected to see a blanket, but instead you're now wearing clothes: a pair of jeans and a white shirt. You touch the fabric, feeling the clothes. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of putting some clothes on you." You're grateful, of course, but a bit embarrased. Suddenly, questions are starting to bubble up. You find yourself asking... [["Where are we? Who are you? Why am I here? Who... who am I? I don't remember..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-042.png">The questions keep on coming as you work yourself into a small panic. He gently rests one hand on your shoulder, and with his other, holds your hands in his. "Let's start simple, this is going to be a lot to take in... Relax, breathe..." he says and signals for you to start breathing calmly. You shakily manage to do it, but the breaths are shallow. "My name is Donovan Smith, but everyone calls me Don." You nod. Don. Donovan... "We are in England, in Europe. Do those names mean anything to you?" Your mind is blank, no, you don't recognize those places. You slowly shake your head. "That's ok. England is a country, located in the continent of Europe... Well, England is technically located in the United Kingdoms, which is on a island just on the west coast of Europe... I see this is too much details, sorry." So far, you understand exactly what he's saying, but you just have no frame of reference of what the places are. "Right... Here, specifically, is my second home. A home away from home if you will." Don gestures around him. You nod, but inside, you have a thousand unanswered questions still waiting to be answered. You find yourself asking... [["Who am I? Why don't I remember anything?"]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-043.png">Gently, he squeezes your hand and sighs deeply. "This is going to be a lot to take in. Just... So you know." Don looks you deep in the eyes. Suddenly you fear the answer. "You... There's no easy way to say this. What you are and why you don't remember anything has the same answer." Don continues. Why won't he just say it already... "In some ways, you are like me and other people: You bleed, you need to eat, sleep, and so on. You can even die. But in other ways you are not like me, or other people. You are... That is... You are Advanced Artificial Intelligence Android #Alpha-27417... You are... You're an android, not a human." As he says it your brain refuses to listen. His lips are moving, but you barely hear him. The world is suddenly spinning: it sounds like a high-pitched beep is drowing all other noise and you're having difficulty focusing your vision. You feel like you're falling, and you realize you are. Don grabs you in his arms, preventing your fall, hugging you tight. You remain slumped in his arms for a while. "I feel... Real. Human. I... I can't be an android." you find yourself saying. Don continues hugging you. "I understand your doubt. You are built and programmed almost exactly like a human, the most advanced prototype ever seen in this world. Look." Don says, then gently releases his hug. He grabs your left arm, softly, then brings up your wrist in front of you. There, just where your arm meets your hand, is a glass wrist-band of sorts embedded in your skin, roughly 1 inch thick, going all the way around your wrist. The glass screen displays a faint orange light. Terrified, you recoil at the sight. "What is this??" Alarmed, you tug at it with your right hand and begin scratching and pulling... But it's lodged too deep within your arm. Don stops you by grabbing your hands in his. "Stop, it's a part of you. You'll only hurt yourself..." he says as you struggle against him. "It's just an energy-monitor, a way to check if your body has all it needs, in case the bio-emulation sensors don't work." Soon, you weaken, stop fighting and start crying weakly. Don tries to hug you again, but you push him away. You just need a moment alone... [[Cry]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-044.png">You curl up on the leather bed, or massage bed, whatever it is... You stare at the orange light of the thing embedded in your arm. Don is pacing around the room, unsure what to do. You cry alone for what feels like a long while, still unable to comprehend. Minutes, which feel like hours, later, you compose yourself. Pushing yourself up to a sitting position, you face Don, who's standing to one side, looking unsure. With a shaking voice, you ask: "Let's assume what you say is true... Then, why am I here? And who, exactly, are you? And what did you do to me??" you find yourself asking. Don returns his attention to you and sits down on the chair next to you, unconcerned of your accusing tone. "Well... I'm a bio-electronic engineering surgeon at the AI Research Institute of London: The place where you and others like you are designed and created." he begins. "As for why you're here.... Well, you could say I had a change of heart of sorts. AIRI, the institute, has management that sees androids as just advanced robots. And for the longest time, that has been true." he looks you straight in the eyes. "Your model... Was a prototype, a giant leap into true intelligence and biological composition, away from robotics. In fact, most of your body isn't robotic: You're roughly 91% organic." You listen carefully to Don's highly absurd story without interruption. [[Nod for him to continue]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-045.png">"Anyway... The management pushing for pure robotic intelligence, not true intelligence, did not like what we accomplished. Nor did the government. Nor the European Union. Truth be told, there was almost universal resistance to the idea. The project was cancelled and all assets destroyed..." Don leans into his hands, resting his chin on his thumbs, pointing at you with both index fingers. "Except you. I managed to smuggle you out of there, marking you as destroyed in the book-keeping." he gestures around you. "And this is where I took you. My second home, which I usually use in the summer. We're far from prying eyes here, nearest neighbour is a few miles down the road." You take it all in, trying to process what he's saying. It's all a bit too much right now, your brain is starting to hurt just thinking about it all. From what you gather, the man has saved your life, that much is clear. And you are essentially an unwanted entity everywhere... The world is apparently not ready for true artificial intelligence, in other words, it's not ready for you. "I'm sure you have questions. Shoot." Don says, offering a small smile of encouragement. Yes indeed you do... [[Ask him a lot of questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-046.png">"You still didn't answer my question: Why did you do what you did earlier. And how long have I been unconsious, here? And why don't I have any memories? And yet, without memories, how do I recognize quite a lot of things. Like for instance, I know what a chair is..." He nods his head at each of your question. <<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>"What I did earlier... It was that, or an extremely painful shock-treatment to fire up your dormant cellular matrix. A sort of calibration of your system. I'm sorry if I crossed a boundary." Don replies. You blush recalling what he did...<<else>>"What I did earlier... It was that, or stimulating you... sexually... to fire up your dormant cellular matrix. A sort of calibration of your system. I'm sorry I shocked you." Don replies. You blush at the thought of the other treatment...<</if>> "As for your memories." Don continues. "We did not have time to construct a background, or history, for your model. Your neural network has been taught on a wide array of subjects, but they aren't real memories. You will recognize most of the things you see around you, because you've been taught on most subjects. But, for all intents and purposes, you were born just moments ago: A blank slate, able to form new memories, but having no past." If Don is making everything up, then he's extremely convincing, showing no signs of lying. On the other hand, if he is telling the truth and you accept it... Then everything you feel is fake. You begin to realize that all those people protesting against this idea may have been on to something... Existing like this is extremely cruel: Alive, technically yes. Capable of feeling, yet those feelings are... Fake. Artificial. The result of sensors sending signals. You have one more question... [["What is my name?"]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-048.png">Not trusting your own legs, not yet, you carefully slip down from the leather-bed from your sitting position, steadying yourself with your arms and legs. Slowly, you stand up, putting more weight onto your legs. They hold. Carefully, one step at a time, you approach the door where Don is standing, a big smile on his face. "Well done! Let's go to the kitchen, see what we have." Don walks through the door to the other room. Slowly, you follow. Your legs are holding your weight... That's good. You approach the door... [[Step through the door]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-051.png"><<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>>You ignore the door, instead following Don to the kitchen. He's humming to himself, searching through the fridge, the shelves, for something to eat. "Here we go." he stabs a hole in the plastic of something, then puts it in what you assume must be a microwave. "Some instant mac-and-cheese. A classic." he says, signalling for you to sit at the table. You do just that, and Don puts some plates, forks and glasses on the table. Soon, everything is ready and Don pours some juice for the two of you, then distributes the mac-and-cheese evenly between the two of you. If you're an android, then what is your energy-source? Are you so advanced that you eat as a human? "I can eat? As in, I get energy from eating, like a human?" You ask, holding the fork over the mac-and-cheese. It smells heavenly. "That's right. As I said, you're roughly 92% organic, and the human digestive system is a marvel of natural engineering when it comes to harvesting energy from food. Your energy source is just that: Food, like any regular human's. There's literally a real human's microbiome inside you, handling the food-to-energy transition. It's extremely advanced." he shrugs. "Truth be told, I don't understand how that's possible either." Right. Either Don is talking bullshit, and you're a real human, or he's telling the truth and you're an extremely advanced artificial intelligence: Even more advanced than you previously thought. You still don't know if you believe him or not. Forgetting all that for a moment, you focus on the mac-and-cheese. The thing is melting in your mouth, just absolutely mind-bogglingly good. The plate is empty in no time. Don puts another portion in the microwave and the two of you devour it too. Satisfied, you lean back in the chair as Don cleans up after you. <<if $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness is true>>"You recall saying you'd show some gratitude when I get your eyes working? Maybe a little thank you?" Don prompts with a wink, glancing over his shoulder whilst washing the dishes. Right, you did say that, didn't you... "Well... Thank you. It's nice to be awake and alive." you tell him truthfully. This definitely beats the darkness you knew before. "You're welcome." is his reply. You can see he's smiling, even though he's facing away from you.<</if>> [[Wait for Don to finishes washing the dishes]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-050.png"><<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>>Curiousity makes you approach the final door. What's behind that? As soon as you approach, about to touch the handle, pain courses through your body. You scream from the surprise and the pain, falling down to the floor. The pain stops as suddenly as it started. Don comes rushing to your side from the kitchen. "Shit! Sorry, I forgot to tell you..." he kneels beside you, helping you back to your feet. Your body is still shaking from the shock. "Part of your design contains some failsafes... Which I haven't been able to work around yet. There's built inside you a device that stops you from going too far away from a designated spot. Which is..." he points to the living room wall. In the corner next to the couch is a large box, plugged into a socket in the wall. There's a low buzzing coming from the device. "I placed it there so you can freely walk around the house, but its range ends at the front door. I know what you're thinking... Why don't we just unplug it? Well..." the both of you are walking towards the device and the kitchen. Don continues: "This box needs to periodically signal the device inside your body, checking the range. If the device inside you doesn't get a signal, it will shock you. If you walk too far from the box, it will shock you..." He gives you an apologetic shrug. "I'm still working on a way to disable this feature, but I need more time." Well, Don's explanation is as good as any, you suppose... But that means you're essentially trapped in this house, unable to leave... The thought freightens you. [[You reach the kitchen.]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-051.png">You reach the kitchen, still trembling from the electric shock. Don begins searching through the fridge, the shelves, for something to eat. "Here we go." he stabs a hole in the plastic of something, then puts it in what you assume must be a microwave. "Some instant mac-and-cheese. A classic." he says, signalling for you to sit at the table. You do just that, still shaking, and Don puts some plates, forks and glasses on the table. Soon, everything is ready and Don pours some juice for the two of you, then distributes the mac-and-cheese evenly between the two of you. If you're an android, then what is your energy-source? Are you so advanced that you eat as a human? "I can eat? As in, I get energy from eating, like a human?" You ask, holding the fork over the mac-and-cheese. It smells heavenly. "That's right. As I said, you're roughly 92% organic, and the human digestive system is a marvel of natural engineering when it comes to harvesting energy from food. Your energy source is just that: Food, like any regular human's. There's literally a real human's microbiome inside you, handling the food-to-energy transition. It's extremely advanced." he shrugs. "Truth be told, I don't understand how that's possible either." Right. Either Don is talking bullshit, and you're a real human, or he's telling the truth and you're an extremely advanced artificial intelligence: Even more advanced than you previously thought. You still don't know if you believe him or not. Forgetting all that for a moment, you focus on the mac-and-cheese. The thing is melting in your mouth, just absolutely mind-bogglingly good. The plate is empty in no time. Don puts another portion in the microwave and the two of you devour it too. Satisfied, you lean back in the chair as Don cleans up after you. <<if $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness is true>>"You recall saying you'd show some gratitude when I get your eyes working? Maybe a little thank you?" Don prompts with a wink, glancing over his shoulder whilst washing the dishes. Right, you did say that, didn't you... "Well... Thank you. It's nice to be awake and alive." you tell him truthfully. This definitely beats the darkness you knew before. "You're welcome.". You can see he's smiling, even though he's facing away from you.<</if>> [[Wait for Don to finishes washing the dishes]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-051.png"><<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>>Eventually, he's done with the dishes. The two of you sit down at the kitchen table, where you find yourself asking him all sorts of questions about various topics, such as the world, life and animals. Half an hour later, you're almost beginning to feel comfortable around this man. But there's something you've been wanting to ask for a while now, but somehow avoided... You gather your thoughts when Don stands up to brew some tea for the two of you. You reflect on what you know: You're an android like many others, but unlike the others, you're the only one still "alive", if you can call it that. The others were destroyed, because your kind, or advanced artificial intelligence in general, were deemed dangerous. But how can anyone think that you're dangerous...? But no, that's not the question you've been wanting to ask. No, your question relates to the discussion you've had with Don, about the world, about life, and animals. The purpose of an animal, and humans by extension, is to live long enough to procreate and ensure the next generation survives. You, however, stand alone outside of this natural cycle of the world. Don returns with the tea, placing a steaming cup in front of you. "Careful, it's hot." he warns. "Need some honey? Or milk?" he asks, putting a little bit of both into his own cup. You snap out of your thoughts, nodding. "Sure, both, thanks." Don gives you a tiny smile as he repeats the process for your cup, then pushes it back to your over the table. You grab the cup in both your hands, warming your fingers. The warmth radiating from the cup is almost too much for you, nearly painful even. But you're deep in your thoughts again. Isn't this proof that you're a part of this world, the fact that you can sense the world, touch the world, interact with the world, and have independent thoughts about the world? But where animals and humans have a biological purpose in the world, you do not. What then, is your role in the world? You turn your attention to Don, who's taking his first careful sips of the hot brew. He looks up from the cup, noticing your serious expression. Then you ask him, straight to the point: [["What's my purpose in the world?"]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-056.png">At your shout, Don spins around. "I really have to go." is his reply. "We'll talk tomorrow." he steps out of the door and shuts it behind him. [[Slump down on the sofa|Say nothing]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-057.png"><<silently>> <<set $explore_restroom to false>> <<set $explore_living_room to false>> <<set $explore_garage to false>> <<set $explore_kitchen to false>> <<set $explore_bedroom to false>> <</silently>>He stormed out so quickly, you didn't even have time to think of something to say. For a while, you just stare at the closed front door where Don stood just moments earlier. Then finally, you snap out of it, slumping down on the sofa. What a day... So... Overwhelming, in every sense of the word. You reflect on the day so far... So far, all evidence is pointing to the fact that you are indeed a highly advanced android. The energy-meter in your wrist has slowly started to change color, it's now glowing faintly white. You assume orange means it's empty, and white is better. All thanks to the mac-and-cheese, you presume. Your thoughts go to the man who's helped you. Donovan Smith. That's the man's name. He was a bio-engineering surgeon? Something like that. Works at the AIRI - Artificial Intelligence research Institute. Apparently the place where you were created. Your model, something along the lines of Advanced Artificial Intelligence Android, followed by a model and serial number. Amanda. A much better name for you, for sure. The white light in your wrist turns green. Huh. Apparently the energy-meter on your wrist has three levels, orange, white and green. Good to know, not that you need it, since you can feel hunger. But this house. A home away from home. For Don. Apparently far away from prying eyes. Somewhere in England, a place in United Kingdoms, an island, in Europe. You stand up and take a proper good look out of the window. It's a a beautiful evening day, and you somehow know this, it must be at the end of summer, for some of the leaves have started to lose their green color, replaced by shades of yellow, orange, red and brown. For as far you can see, there's only woods around here. You walk around the house, opening every door (except the front door) and look out through every window. The scenery is the same everywhere, but there's a narrow road leading away from the house at the front side. Don is not coming back until tomorrow, so you have plenty of time to kill. You decide to... [[Explore the restroom]] [[Explore the garage]] [[Explore the kitchen]] [[Explore the living room]] [[Explore the bedroom]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-059.png"><<set $explore_restroom to true>>The water closet, i.e. restroom, piques your interest. It's upstairs. It is larger than you thought. There's a bathtub next to a toilet, a shower in one corner and sink in the middle of the room. A large mirror is hanging over the sink. Your heart skips a beat as you slowly make your way towards the mirror. The reflection is slowly turning towards you... You can't help but stare at your reflection. Your face looks a little bit thin, like you haven't eaten in a while. But you look complete human, apart from the energy-meter on your wrist. Your hair is brown, long, all the way to your shoulders. You trace your hand through it. It feels slimy, like you haven't had a shower in days. The bath is looking very appealing right now... Hesitating, you approach the tub. Is there a risk getting your body wet, you wonder? You decide to test it by turning on the shower, then placing your hand under it. The hot water feels nice and nothing bad happens. You shower your whole arm, again, nothing advert seems to happen. You realize that it's probably a smart feature to be able to clean the android body efficiently. You put the stopper in the bathtub, then leave the faucet on, slowly filling the tub. While that's happening, you continue exploring the restroom. Under the sink are two drawers. You open the first one. It contains a hairdrier, toothpaste and an unopened package with a toothbrush. You probably should brush your teeth... If nothing else, for the fresh feeling. You're unsure if this is a necessity for someone like you. Still you open the toothbrush package, put on some toothpaste and clean your teeth. It doesn't take long. Next, you open the last drawer. There's some hair-products in here. Shampoo, conditioner, soap. There's even a few different colors of hair-coloring products. There's a dark brown, a red, even a steel silver. You leave the hair-coloring products in the drawer, but take out the shampoo, conditioner and soap, taking them to the shower. Then you check the water level at the bathtub. It's still low, but you don't care. [[Take a bath and a shower]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-058.png"><<set $explore_kitchen to true>>The kitchen is downstairs and, although you already ate there, is still worth exploring. You take it all in once more. There's a rectangular table, with four chairs. The same you and Don sat at and ate mac-and-cheese just moments earlier. There's the sink that Don used to wash the dishes. There's the microwave oven. The shelves contain some plates, pots, etc. but you see no food. The fridge might have more. You open it and explore the contents. There's a bit of juice left, and milk. There's a similar package as the mac-and-cheese came in. You look at the label. Some sort of microwave-ready lasagna. Don really loves pasta in all forms, doesn't he? You close the fridge. Opening a few shelves, you notice there's barely anything to eat. You only find a package of porrage, oats specifically. There's four bags in the package. You check the cooking instructions. Just add milk and microwave for 2 minutes. Alright... You know what you'll have for breakfast at least. There's nothing else remarkable about the kitchen. <<if $explore_restroom is false>>[[Explore the restroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_living_room is false>>[[Explore the living room]]<</if>> <<if $explore_garage is false>>[[Explore the garage]]<</if>> <<if $explore_bedroom is false>>[[Explore the bedroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_restroom is true and $explore_living_room is true and $explore_garage is true and $explore_kitchen is true and $explore_bedroom is true>>[[You're getting tired - go to bed]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-060.png"><<set $explore_living_room to true>>The living room is the heart of the house, downstairs, which is already your least favourite part of the house due to the large box next to the couch... You've already looked at the most obvious features of the room. <<if $tested_front_door_radius is false>>You look at the front door. According to Don, if you approach it, you will be beyond the range of the transmitter. You're too curious to leave things unexplored and approach, slowly, cautiously. As soon as you're about to touch the handle, pain courses through your body. You scream in pain, jumping back into the room. Fuck! Right. Well, you had to test, didn't you?<</if>> There aren't many interesting features in the room, other than it working as the central hub of the house. The couch and the TV are main features worth mentioning. Those and the large floor-to-ceiling windows that give a grand view of the backyard. You decide to check out the TV. There's a remote, and it takes you a while fiddling about with it to turn the TV on. But it shows nothing. You decide to check more closely what things are attached to the TV, for you somehow know that a screen is just a screen. There are... No things connected to it. Huh. You'll have to discuss this with Don. Surely there's a way to get this TV working... You relax on the couch a moment, watching the wind play with the trees outside. <<if $explore_restroom is false>>[[Explore the restroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_garage is false>>[[Explore the garage]]<</if>> <<if $explore_kitchen is false>>[[Explore the kitchen]]<</if>> <<if $explore_bedroom is false>>[[Explore the bedroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_restroom is true and $explore_living_room is true and $explore_garage is true and $explore_kitchen is true and $explore_bedroom is true>>[[You're getting tired - go to bed]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-062.png"><<set $explore_bedroom to true>>The bedroom is upstairs. You're not sleeping in the couch. That's for sure. You decide to check out the only bedroom of the house. It is, you decide, exactly as you expected. There's one large bed in the middle of the room. A window is letting in the evening sunlight. There's a closet in the room, and a large locker next to the bed. The closet contains, upon further inspection, a lot of Don's clothes. You glance down on what you're wearing. Could these jeans be his? And this shirt... Well, it could be unisex... Well the underwear you're wearing definitely in't Dons. You'll have to talk to him about this wardrobe: An unacceptable amount of clothes, for you to wear. Next, you check out the locker. You open it, then stare at the contents. There's ropes, handcuffs, whips, dildos, gags, blind-folds... A whole arsenal of kinky playthings. You somehow know what this kink is: bondage and/or bdsm. Shit. Is Don into that? You take out a pair of handcuffs. They are made of tough leather, but the lock and chain is metal. The thought of putting them on and becoming helpless stirs something within you. Blushing, you put it back and close the drawer. Bloody hell, are you getting excited by Don's secret stash? You cool your thoughts by breathing calmly. It's getting late. <<if $explore_restroom is false>>[[Explore the restroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_living_room is false>>[[Explore the living room]]<</if>> <<if $explore_garage is false>>[[Explore the garage]]<</if>> <<if $explore_kitchen is false>>[[Explore the kitchen]]<</if>> <<if $explore_restroom is true and $explore_living_room is true and $explore_garage is true and $explore_kitchen is true and $explore_bedroom is true>>[[You're getting tired - go to bed]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-061.png"><<set $explore_garage to true>>You have time to kill and so you find yourself going back to the garage-area with no windows, your... Birthplace, in a sense. At the doorway, you peak inside. The room is very dark compared to the living room, what with most of the lights turned off. Don must've turned them off before leaving. Flicking the switch, you bring light back into the room. Fully lit, it's clear that this is a repurposed garage. There's a whole shelf at the far end of the room with tools, spare car-tires, canisters of oil, etc. In the middle of a room is, now that you see it clearly and with fresh eyes, a surgical setup of some description. There's the massage table you woke up on, underneath a large light. Next to it are all sorts of tools in a portable box of some description. As you get closer, you see scalpels of different sizes, alcohol for purification, drills, saws, needles, a blowtorch, screwdrivers... The list goes on. There are bloody rags in a bin next to it the bed. Right. Don did mention that, even though you are an android, you bleed. Part of the "real" features that make you one step closer to fully human. There's something else in the bin, some sort of plastic circles, bend inwards almost like half-circles. They are small, maybe half an inch in diameter. You don't know what they are. You turn your attention to the back door of the garage. You notice it's a simple, manual, door that can be opened to let in a car. Not that a car would fit in here right now, with the massage table here. You recall Don's warning about the range-transmitter. Curiosity takes the better of you... You need to know where the limit is... With careful steps, slowly sneaking forward, you approach the garage door. One step, pause. Another step, pause. The closer you come, the slower you move. You're almost at the door when an electric surge courses through your body. You quickly take a step back, but the shock still leaves you stunned and numb. You drop to your knees, catching your breath. Well, almost the entire garage is reachable... <<if $explore_restroom is false>>[[Explore the restroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_living_room is false>>[[Explore the living room]]<</if>> <<if $explore_kitchen is false>>[[Explore the kitchen]]<</if>> <<if $explore_bedroom is false>>[[Explore the bedroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_restroom is true and $explore_living_room is true and $explore_garage is true and $explore_kitchen is true and $explore_bedroom is true>>[[You're getting tired - go to bed]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-064.png"><<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>>You've explored the house thoroughly: Checked the range of the transmitter, showered and washed yourself. The sun has fallen low. One room at a time, you close the lights, then retire to the bedroom. Undressing, you can't help but glance at the locker, containing Don's toys... [[Open the locker]] [[Go to bed]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-063.png">You undress, and take a look at your naked body in the mirror. There are some tiny, almost invisible, scars here and there, but other than the energy-meter at your wrist, you don't see any mechanical or metallic parts. The appealing sound of water rushing into the bathtub demands your attention. You lower yourself into the bathtub with a deep sigh. An hour later, you're completely clean, head to toe, and very relaxed. You've dried your hair with the hairdrier and put on your clothes again. Right. That was nice. It's getting late. <<if $explore_living_room is false>>[[Explore the living room]]<</if>> <<if $explore_garage is false>>[[Explore the garage]]<</if>> <<if $explore_kitchen is false>>[[Explore the kitchen]]<</if>> <<if $explore_bedroom is false>>[[Explore the bedroom]]<</if>> <<if $explore_restroom is true and $explore_living_room is true and $explore_garage is true and $explore_kitchen is true and $explore_bedroom is true>>[[You're getting tired - go to bed]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-066.png">With trembling hands, you reach for the handcuffs again. The tough leather feels nice to your touch. You fantasize how it would feel to be bound and helpess. For some reason you like the idea. The handcuffs can be locked without a key, you realize, as you snap them shut: Not on yourself, not yet at least. But they cannot be opened again, there's a locking mechanism here. You check the drawer and indeed, find a key. It fits perfectly, easily opening the handcuffs. Maybe you could have a little fun... [[Lock the handcuffs on your wrists]] [[Put the handcuffs back in the drawer and go to bed|Go to bed]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-067.png">With excited breaths, you wrap the leather around your left wrist. Then, with a click you lock it in place. With shaking hands, you do the same for your right wrist. Click. You're standing here, alone and naked, hands locked togther with a pair of handcuffs. Your breath is quickening as you explore the sensation. There's no danger... The key is right there. You lie down on your back on the bed, arms still locked together. The thought of Don entering, seeing you like this... Suddenly you snap out of your trance-like state. What are you thinking? Quickly, you stand up and fumble with the key to open the handcuffs. They slip off easily and you put them back in the locker's drawer, along with the key. A few seconds you sit there, staring at the drawer. Then, you decide... [[That's enough for today... Go to bed.|Go to bed]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-095.png">This house hasn't seen a proper cleaning in a while, you can tell. Wanting to help out, you begin searching the house for articles to clean with. In the kitchen, you find a closet with a mop, rags, cleaning products. With a few hours before Don arrives, you begin cleaning the rooms, one by one. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-082.png">You're really not in the mood to clean the house, no matter what Don expects. Instead, the books catch your interest. You flick through the titles: "Fourty shades of brown", "Four soft lessons", "Club Nightlands ", "Measures of Desperation"... Judging by the cover on some of them and the descriptions at the back, all of them are about BDSM in one way or another... Considering Don's toy-drawer in the bedroom, you're not surprised by this collection. [[Read one of the books]] [[Put the books away and clean the house instead|Clean the house]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-015.png">Eventually, the man lets go of your wrists and says: "Let's forgive and forget, shall we?" A chill goes down your spine. A moment goes by in silence, neither of you saying anything. He breaks the silence: "Now I think it's time to get get your eyes working, yes?". Instintively you... [[Touch your face]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-083.png"><<set $day2_read_the_book to true>>You open the first book "Fourty shades of brown" and find yourself drawn into the narrative. A hundred or so pages in you come across a series of questions being passed to Anna, the protagonist. You look at the list, pondering what you would answer in her shoes... "How much pain do you enjoy on scale from 1-to-5, where 1 is none and 5 is severe?" You gulp. You really don't have much of frame of reference for what enjoyable pain would be... [[Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[No pain. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit? 2.]] [[Somewhere in between. 3.]] [[You believe you would enjoy some pain. 4]] [[Just thinking about getting hurt makes you excited. 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-094.png">You decide not to give the question more thought. You continue reading instead, absorbed in the story.. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">In your mind, you choose 2, a little bit of pain. Intuitively, it feels correct, but in reality, you don't know... The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... [[Don't answer it, even hypothetically!|Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[Not submissive at all. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit submissive? 2.]] [[A normal amount of submissiveness? 3.]] [[You think you're on the more submissive side. 4]] [[Fully obedient, possibly. 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">In your mind, you choose 1, no pain. Why would you want someone to hurt you? Intuitively, it feels correct, but in reality, you don't know... The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... [[Don't answer it, even hypothetically!|Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[Not submissive at all. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit submissive? 2.]] [[A normal amount of submissiveness? 3.]] [[You think you're on the more submissive side. 4]] [[Fully obedient, possibly. 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">In your mind, you choose 3, somewhere in between. Intuitively, it feels correct, but in reality, you don't know... The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... [[Don't answer it, even hypothetically!|Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[Not submissive at all. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit submissive? 2.]] [[A normal amount of submissiveness? 3.]] [[You think you're on the more submissive side. 4]] [[Fully obedient, possibly. 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">In your mind, you choose 5... Pain could be quite enjoyable, the correct kind of course. Intuitively, it feels correct, but in reality, you don't know... The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... [[Don't answer it, even hypothetically!|Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[Not submissive at all. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit submissive? 2.]] [[A normal amount of submissiveness? 3.]] [[You think you're on the more submissive side. 4]] [[Fully obedient, possibly. 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">In your mind, you choose 4: You do think that pain could enhance... Other feelings. Intuitively, it feels correct, but in reality, you don't know... The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... [[Don't answer it, even hypothetically!|Don't answer the question - not even theoretically!]] [[Not submissive at all. 1.]] [[Maybe a tiny bit submissive? 2.]] [[A normal amount of submissiveness? 3.]] [[You think you're on the more submissive side. 4]] [[Fully obedient, possibly. 5]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-096.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>>You continue well until the afternoon and it's getting close to 4. Don is supposed to be arriving soon. The entertainment in this house is very limited, you'll have to talk to Don about getting the TV working... And getting some better clothes for you... The ones you're wearing now are clearly Don's. His question echoes in your mind. "What's in it for me?" he'd said. Risking spending the rest of his life in jail for helping you... Well, certainly you don't want to come across as ungrateful... But how exactly can you, stuck in the house like you are, offer something tangible worth such a risk? Pacing around the living room, pondering what to do, your thoughts for some reason go to locker with Don's toys. You wonder where these thoughts come from, what possible purpose they could serve in one such as you... Have they explicitly been programmed, or are they a by-product that merely happened due to just how complex your artifical mind is? Maybe Don knows the answer. The urge is growing stronger. Maybe you could... You blush at the thought, no that's just stupid... [[... or is it?]] [[... yeah, it's stupid.]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">The answer would be 1 - not submissive at all. Theoretically, you feel like this is the right answer, but in reality... You're unsure. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">The answer would be 2 - a tiny bit submissive. Theoretically, you feel like this is the right answer, but in reality... You're unsure. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Well... As submissive as any other person, right? 3 would be the answer. Theoretically, you feel like this is the right answer, but in reality... You're unsure. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Without a frame of reference, answering is tricky, but instinctively you believe the answer would be 4 - more submissive than not.. Theoretically, you feel like this is the right answer, but in reality... You're unsure. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">5, maybe? Following orders, doing as you're told, being fully obedient... The thought excites you. Well, only theoretically of course... but in reality... You're unsure. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue until the afternoon]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-097.png">You play with the idea. There's a high chance Don would appreciate... That sort of thing. But you, is this something you want to do? Honestly... <<if $submissiveness < $defiance>>You're unsure, but you doubt it.<<else>>You're unsure, but it's possible.<</if>> For a while, you play with the idea, tossing it back-and-forth. Don will be here any minute now. Finally, you decide to... [[Talk to him about it]] [[Not mention it]] [[Prepare a surprise for him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-098.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>>Yeah, the thought is stupid. Without a second thought on the subject you decide to... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-100.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to true>>You'll have to talk to Don about his little drawer of toys. Out of curiosity of course, nothing more... You sit down on the living room couch and... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-097.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>>You decide that it's best to not let Don know that you know about his drawer of toys... Instead, you decide to... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-099.png"><<if $day1_solo_bondage_play is true>>Yesterday, locking the handcuffs on yourself... Iying in the bed completely helpless... The thought excites you.<</if>> You slowly make your way to the bedroom, opening the locker's drawer. There are plenty of things to choose from... The clock is ticking, he'll be here soon... [[Undress]] [[Decide against it - you'll talk to him about it instead|Talk to him about it]]

<<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-102.png">With trembling fingers you start remove your shirt, letting it fall on the bedroom floor. Next, you slip down the jeans you're wearing. Wearing nothing but the borrowed underwear - definitely not Don's - you suddenly feel very exposed... Maybe you could just... You cover your naked breasts with your arm, glancing around the room. Surely there's a bra hidden here somewhere... Right? For a moment you rummage around the bedroom, unsuccessfully. You're about to give up when you see it, a bra hidden deep within a dirty duffle bag. Tentatively, you pull it out, dust it off and try it on. It fits. Huh. Well, you're still almost completely naked here, if it wasn't for the bra and underwear, but you're feeling a little bit better about this thing you're about to do... But you're having second thoughts. Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all... You return your attention to the locker's drawer, eyeing the content. [[This is stupid - put your clothes back on and decide to talk to him about it instead]] [[Grab the handcuffs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-103.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to true>>Quickly putting your clothes back on, you decide it's best to talk to Don about his little drawer of toys instead. Out of curiosity of course, nothing more... You sit down on the living room couch and... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-105.png">The handcuffs appeal to you in a strange way. You pick up a pair<<if $day1_solo_bondage_play is true>>, the same as yesterday,<</if>> and sit on the bed. It is now that you notice there's a suspiciously places ring hook just above the bed, attached to the wall... You approach it, giving it a few hard pulls. It's firm. You have no doubt in your mind that you can't just pull it out of the wall. You glance at the handcuffs in your hand, then at the ring hook in the wall. The ring is too small to fit the handcuffs when they're closed... But if you open the cuffs, the half-circles that they form will fit through the ring... Don has mounted this thing here on purpose, hasn't he, for just this kind of thing? Your cheeks are blushing at the thought. Finally you decide to... [[Lock your wrists with the handcuffs to the ring hook on the wall]] [[Decide you've entertained the thought enough - discuss it with Don instead]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-103.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to true>>You put the handcuffs back into the drawer, then quickly put your clothes back on, deciding that it's best to talk to Don about his little drawer of toys instead. You sit down on the living room couch and... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-103.png"><<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to true>>It's enough excitement for now, you decide... Pulling away from the ring hook, you unlock the handcuffs on your left wrist, then put everything back into the drawer. Quickly, you put your clothes back on, deciding that it's best to talk to Don about his little drawer of toys instead. You sit down on the living room couch and... [[Wait for Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-112.png"><<set $day2_drop_key to true>>The footsteps are coming closer and closer, then they suddenly change from shoes on gravel to shoes on wood... He's right outside the house! Key in your right hand, you fumble with shaking hands, trying to open the lock on your left wrist... You hit the wall with the hand that is holding the key. The painful impact surprises you and the key... Shit! It falls from your hand, right between the bed and the wall! A tiny *clink* tells you that the key lands on the floor under the bed. You freeze, staring at the ceiling. The door to the house opens. "I'm back. Hello?" he calls from downstairs. He spends a moment there, likely taking off his shoes, coat, hat... Whatever, you have no idea what he's wearing. He calls again, this time nearer: "Amanda?" [[Stay silent]] [[Say: "I'm here..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-113.png"><<set $day2_drop_key to false>>The footsteps are coming closer and closer, then they suddenly change from shoes on gravel to shoes on wood... He's right outside the house! You're frozen, with the key in your right hand, but all you can do is stare at the bedroom door. You hear the front door opening. "I'm back. Hello?" he calls from downstairs. He spends a moment there, likely taking off his shoes, coat, hat... Whatever, you have no idea what he's wearing. He calls again, this time nearer: "Amanda?" [[Stay silent]] [[Say: "I'm here..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-114.png">You can hear him walking straight to the kitchen, then he spends some time there unloading things into the fridge and shelves. From the small gap in the bedroom door, you can hear Don walking around downstairs. You can hear him walking up the stairs and your heart stops in your chest. "Are you in the bedroom?" he calls, approaching. Before you have time to answer, he pushes the door open and stands in the doorway. He looks at your almost naked body, tied to the ring hook with handcuffs... Then briefly glances over to the locker's drawer, notices it's open, then returns his attention to you. Your cheeks are blushing crimson and your mouth is suddenly very dry. [["... surprise!" You manage to say, attempting a smile.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-114.png">You can hear him walking straight to the kitchen, then he spends some time there unloading things into the fridge and shelves. After a moment, you find your courage... Weak, almost like a whisper barely loud enough to carry your voice down the stairs, you answer him. You can hear him coming up the stairs, approaching... Now he's just on the other side of the door. Your heart stops in your chest as he pushes it open and stands in the doorway. He looks at your almost naked body, tied to the ring hook with handcuffs... Then briefly glances over to the locker's drawer, notices it's open, then returns his attention to you. Your cheeks are blushing crimson and your mouth is suddenly very dry. [["... surprise!" You manage to say, attempting a smile.]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-116.png">A warm feeling washes over you as soon as you say it. Giving yourself up to Don like this, letting him be in control... It feels nice. "I like how you think." is Don's reply and he stands up from the bed, walks over to the headstand and holds his hand out, just under your right hand. All you have to do is drop the key into his open palm... [[Give the key to Don|"I want you... to decide."]] <<set $linkText to "Say: \"On the other hand, maybe I should just unlock myself now...\"">>[[$linkText|"I think I should unlock myself now..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-118.png"><<set $day2_consent to false>>He looks a bit disappointed at your decision. "You could do that, sure..." he replies. "But I've got to tell you, you look irresistibly hot tied up like that." His expression tells you that he's telling the truth: He is thoroughly enjoying seeing you bound like his, helpless, unable to do a thing should he wish to take advantage of you... Don then says: "I'm going to have to demand that you hand over the key, like the good little sub you clearly are." You shiver at the shift in tone, not aggressive, not angry just... Assertive. With shaking hands, you grab a tight hold of the key, then... [[Start unlocking yourself anyway]] [[Say: "Alright, here...", then give the key to Don|"I want you... to decide."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-119.png"><<set $day2_consent to true>>"I can unlock you, if that's what you want..." he rests his hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up and down your smooth leg. You silently gasp at his touch and try your best to hide it. "Or you can explore your submissive side..." his hand rests on your thigh, the other hand holding the key to your freedom. His gaze is locked to yours and you're having a hard time focusing. There are too many emotions clouding your judgement right now. Finally you manage to say... [["This is enough, please unlock me..."]] [['"Please decide for me..."'|"I want you... to decide."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-120.png">He looks a bit disappointed at your decision. "I could do that, sure..." he replies. "But I've got to tell you, you look irresistibly hot tied up like that." His expression tells you that he's telling the truth: He is thoroughly enjoying seeing you bound like his, helpless, unable to do a thing should he wish to take advantage of you... Don then says: "You've already proven that there's a good little sub inside you, so I think I'll keep the key, and you will thank me." You shiver at the shift in tone, not aggressive, not angry just... Assertive. With shaking hands, you grab the ring hook for support, staring at Don. He's looking at you, an expression on his face like he's waiting for you to say something... Realization hits you, and you... [[Say: "Thank you... for keeping the key."]] [[Say: "No, please, just unlock me..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-107.png">Frowning, he gets up.. "That can't be right..." Well if there was a way to get that thing working, you sure didn't know what it was. Humming to himself, Don checks a few things. You tried those exact same things already... But instead of commenting, you let him investigate. "Well that's annoying..." Finally the TV shows a channel. "Ahaa!" Trumphant, he sits back on the couch, remote in hand. "What did you do!?" "I switch source..." he points at the remote. "... to Smart TV". Not believing your eyes, you stare at the remote, then the TV, then the remote again. Well that was easy. There's some sort of reality TV show on called XXN. People are arguing with loud voices. "Then, once that is on, you can change channels with the other remote..." he holds up his hand, showing you the other remote. "May I?" You ask, holding out your hand. "Sure." Don hands over the second remote. It doesn't take long for you to figure out how to change channels, now that you got the bloody thing working. There are so many to choose from! The list goes to the hundreds... Overwhelmed by the possibilities, you put down the remote. "Thanks, there was another thing I wanted to talk about." you say, facing Don. "Yeah?" he cocks his head. "Yeah. These clothes..." you gesture at the things you're wearing. "They're yours, right?" He looks apologetically at you. "Yes... Well, not clothes I've worn, but... Yeah.. I uh, didn't have time to shop clothes when I was transporting you... I'll see what I can to, bring something tomorrow. Sounds good? I think you're what... An M, surely not an L?" The letters don't directly translate to sizes of clothing to you, so you shrug. "Well I'll grab some different sizes... Should be a 30-days return time for those things anyway..." he trails off. [[Watch TV]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-110.png">For a moment the two of you just sit there, watching the TV. Eventually, Don breaks the silence. "Did you have time to think? About what I asked?" his question hangs in the air. <<if $day2_clean_house is true>>"I mean, I do appreciate you cleaning the house, but that's not worth potentially going to jail for."<</if>> <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is true>>Yes, you have indeed been thinking about it. The locker in the bedroom, full of Don's toys... It's clear that he's into that sort of thing. "Well..." Taking a deep breath, you find the courage and ask: "The... things in the locker...?" you can't bring yourself to finish the question. Don leans forward a bit, an expression on his face that you can't quite place. "I see you found my bondage gear. What about them?" he muses, holding his gaze on you. Yes what indeed...<<else>>Well, yes, you have been thinking about it, but there's no suggestions that come to mind at this point, not any that you want to voice out loud at least.<</if>> <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is false>>[[You are out of ideas and ask: "Any suggestions?"|don suggests bdsm]]<<else>>[[Unsure why you brought them up, say: "I don't know..."|don suggests bdsm]]<</if>> <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is true>>[[You know why you brought them up, say: "Do you want to use them... On me?"|you suggest bdsm]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-124.png">There's something in his expression... A deep thoughful frown, well no, not a frown. More like... An inner conflict of his mind visible from the outside... Or so you think. It's difficult to assess. "Lately, I have been feeling more-and-more out of control in my life... Like the world is against me and my research, like my colleagues don't respect me..." Don trails off. "My wife left me a few months ago... She got custody of the kids..." he sighs. "And helping you has now put me even deeper into trouble, should anyone find out." After a pause he smiles. "I'm rambling, sorry about that..." he says, trailing off. Throughout his speech, you have been quiet, sitting on the couch with the TV on in the background, but your full attention is on what Don is saying. Of course you're grateful for his help. And of course you don't want him to get into trouble for helping you. "Anyway. There's something you need to know about me. I identify myself as a dom when it comes to sex and bondage." he then says out-of-the-blue, straight to the point. You can't help but flinch and blink at him with wide eyes at how forward he is. <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is true>>"Which you probably already figured out, since you found my bdsm-stash." You ever-so-slightly nod your head, what he's saying makes perfect sense... You did not take him for the submissive type that would tie himself up and/or let others do that to him...<</if>> "And so, I have a somewhat unique proposal." Don then says, matter-of-fact. "When I'm here, I will be your dom, and you will be my sub. I'll tell you what to do, and you'll obey. Remember that your programming expects to obey. It fits naturally into what your neural network wants." <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is true>>He continues: "It will including using the things in the bdsm-stash as I see fit. "<</if>> After a short pause, he adds: "Just to make sure... Do you understand what I'm asking, and why I'm asking?" You suddenly become extremely aware of the fact that you are essentially trapped here in this house, by this man, and should he wish you harm... There isn't much you can do to stop him. With that in mind, you say... [["I understand..."|"I understand"]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-124.png">Your heart skips as beat as soon as you ask the question. You feel a tiny bit like a freightened animal, staring at a predator about to pounce at you. But you also feel something else: The desire to be bound, not just by anyone, but by Don specifically. He would certainly enjoy it, no doubt. And you feel like you could enjoy it too. "I'll be honest: You are an extraordinarily beautiful android, a match for any real woman in truth. And I would love to tie you up." he says, then suddenly stands up and walks over to where you're sitting, a serious look on his face. Instintively, you lean on the couch, away from him, suddenly a bit hesitant. He stops right in front of you, towering over you. "Are you ready?" You knew what would happen when you suggested it, and you're ready. It's suddenly getting hot in the living room as you... [[Nod|consent bdsm start]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-131.png">"Good. You are now my submissive. And as my submissive, you will to do exactly as I say, when I say, without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in punishment, as I see fit." Don looms over you, sitting as you are on the couch with him standing in front of you. "Do I make myself clear?" Throat dry, you only manage to nod. Half-excited, half-freightened. "Good. It's about time to make your programming happy, so let's start with something simple. Get down on your knees." he suddenly says, out-of-the-blue. Did you hear correct? You flinch as if stung, staring at him, eyes wide. "Don't make me repeat myself." The living room is spinning and your hands are shaking, or so it feels, as you... [[Get down on your knees]] [[Refuse]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-126.png">Somehow, something within you understands his needs and actually wants to be his sub. Like you were meant for it... Don nods at your words when you say you understand. <<if $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm is false>> "You must've noticed the locker next to the bed." Don says. You can't help but twitch a little. Yes, you do remember... He must've read something in your expression, because he then says: "Ah, I see you found it. That's..." he pauses, nods his head thoughtfully, then continues:<</if>> "I'll be honest: You are an extraordinarily beautiful android, even more beautiful than most real women." his expression tells you that he's not lying, and from what you've gathered from looking at your body in the bath and mirror, you can understand why he thinks so. Don continues: "If you were to be my submissive..." The look on your face must've betrayed your hesitation. "Well, for me, it outweighs the considerable risk of helping you. Do you consent?" He awaits your answer. You realize then, in that moment, that your hesitation stems from two completely opposite feelings clashing, battling in your head. On the one side, there's the part that is grateful to Don for helping you, for risking so much by continuing to help you... If anyone finds out about your existence and his involvement, then you'd be destroyed and he'd spend the rest of his days in jail. On the other side there's the newly awakened part of you that wants to live, free, that doesn't feel like you owe him anything. Every decision he's made was done by him alone. Combined with these feelings, there's other mixed emotions. A part of you does want to explore this side of yourself more, letting Don be... in full control... That train of thought stirs something within you and you stare at Don, who patiently waits for your answer. Finally, you answer... [['"I consent..."'|consent bdsm start]] [["Surely we can come to some other arrangement..."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-127.png">It's just too much right now. For whatever reason, you don't feel comfortable going down the route suggested by Don. Not now at the very least... As soon as you ask him if you can come to some other arrangement, you regret it... There's a deeply disappointed look on Don's face. Cocking his head, he crosses his arms and says: "Another arrangement? Like what?" This is your chance, to suggest something... Something that Don wants, which would show that you appreciate that he helped you and didn't let the research institute destroy you... And something that would outweight the risk of being thrown in jail for life for stealing and harboring an illegal artifical intelligence... You weight your options... Finally, you say: [[Say: "I could clean and cook, every day..."]] <<set $linkText to "Say: \"Fine. I consent to be your submissive.\"">>[[$linkText|consent bdsm start]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-120.png">Feeling a bit humiliated and stupid, you finally manage to say what he wants to hear: "Thank you... for keeping the key." A delightful feeling fills your chest as soon as you say it, like your body is involuntarely enjoying this. Your mind is not quite there yet though, and you're feeling a mix of excitement and fear. Don simply smiles at you, saying: "You're welcome." Not quite comprehending your situation, you... [[Simply wait for Don to do something|"I want you... to decide."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-120.png">The handcuffs are starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. Straining against them, you plead to Don to just unlock you. A small panic takes hold of you as he shakes his head. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. I think you can see clear as day that your submissive programming is the reason why you tied yourself up like this. Don't fight your nature, Amanda." his gaze finds yours. For a moment you feel anger, but for some reason you find no words, nothing to say... You realize then, in that moment, that your hesitation stems from two completely opposite feelings clashing, battling in your head. On the one side, there's the part that is grateful to Don for helping you, for risking so much by continuing to help you... If anyone finds out about your existence and his involvement, then you'd be destroyed and he'd spend the rest of his days in jail. On the other side there's the newly awakened part of you that wants to live, free, that doesn't feel like you owe him anything. Every decision he's made was done by him alone. Combined with these feelings, there's other mixed emotions. A part of you rails against him taking advantage of, what in your mind was a big mistake... And yet, you clearly did have a reason for locking yourself in handcuffs onto the bed... As you recall the reason, you start to realize that a part of you likes how Don has taken control of the situation, keeping you locked here, available for him and him alone... That train of thought stirs something within you and for a moment, you stop struggling against your bondage, just for a moment. You stare at Don, your mind suddenly blank and finding no words, you... [[Simply wait for Don to do something|"I want you... to decide."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-120.png">The handcuffs are starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. You ignore Don's words: Key in hand, you strain against the handcuffs, then bring the key towards the lock... A small panic takes hold of you as Don's firm hands suddenly grab yours and in one swift movement steal the key from your shaking hands. Suddenly desperate, you whimper: "Hey! No, come on... Just, unlock me!" With key in hand, Don simply shakes his head. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. I think you can see clear as day that your submissive programming is the reason why you tied yourself up like this. Don't fight your nature, Amanda." his gaze finds yours. For a moment you feel anger, but for some reason you find no words, nothing to say... You realize then, in that moment, that your hesitation stems from two completely opposite feelings clashing, battling in your head. On the one side, there's the part that is grateful of Don for helping you, for risking so much by continuing to help you... If anyone finds out about your existence and his involvement, then you'd be destroyed and he'd spend the rest of his days in jail. On the other side there's the newly awakened part of you that wants to live, free, that doesn't feel like you owe him anything. Every decision he's made was done by him alone. Combined with these feelings, there's other mixed emotions. A part of you rails against him taking advantage of, what in your mind was a big mistake... And yet, you clearly did have a reason for locking yourself in handcuffs onto the bed... As you recall the reason, you start to realize that a part of you likes how Don has taken control of the situation, keeping you locked here, available for him and him alone... That train of thought stirs something within you and for a moment, you stop struggling against your bondage, just for a moment. You stare at Don, your mind suddenly blank and finding no words, you... [[Simply wait for Don to do something|"I want you... to decide."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-129.png">Don raises his eyebrows at you comment. "Well, I'm flattered... And while it sounds like a tempting offer, I'm afraid such a relationship could be... complicated. Besides, anyone calling itself, or herself, as my girlfriend would have to share my kinks." he says, shaking his head. You'll have to come up with something else... [[You are out of ideas, say nothing.|rough bdsm start]] <<set $linkText to "Say: \"Fine. I consent to be your submissive.\"">>[[$linkText|consent bdsm start]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-128.png">"Mhm. That's appreciated, but not necessary and certainly not enough." he says, still arms crossed. You'll have to come up with something else... [[Say: "I could be your... girlfriend."]] <<set $linkText to "Say: \"Fine. I consent to be your submissive.\"">>[[$linkText|consent bdsm start]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-132.png">You slowly slide down from the sofa onto the living room mat, where you promtly get down on your knees in front of Don, hands in your lap. His pants and belt are staring you in the face, and as you glance up, you can see him towering over you, looking down at you. "Good, you learn fast." Don comments. <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>Then continues, stroking your left cheek: "For your sake I hope that one lesson was enough." You try your best not to flinch away in disgust. <</if>> "Remove your socks." he commands, still towering over you. You glance down, realizing where this is going. Still, removing your sock is not such a bad thing... <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>And you don't want to be hurt again... <</if>> [[Remove your socks]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_refusals to $day2_refusals + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-133.png">His slap comes out-of-nowhere, smacking into your left cheek, making your ears ring. "Ow! What the fuck!" you shout, cheek throbbing with pain. Numbness is spreading over the left side of your face and you suddenly feel tears welling up in your eyes. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Get down on your knees, like the submissive you've been programmed to be. Remember: It's your nature to do as you're told." Don assertively says, bringing about a new world-order. Defeated and not wanting to be hurt again, you do as you're told... [[Get down on your knees]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-134.png">The socks slip off easily, lying discarded on the living room mat. <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>Slowly, you're beginning to enjoy Don's assertiveness and controlling manner. Like a good sub, you await his next order.<<else>>Don't assertive and controlling manner has not gotten to you, but for now, you reluctantly await for his next order.<</if>> "You're a natural." Don muses, then points at your shirt. "Shirt. Remove it." It comes as no surprise, yet you find yourself hesitating. <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>You still feel the sting of his slap on your left cheek...<</if>> [[Remove your shirt]] <<if $day2_refusals is 0>>[[Refuse - you will not remove your shirt]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-136.png"><<if $day2_refusals > 0>>With your cheek still throbbing from the pain, you<<else>>You<</if>> start removing your shirt with shaking hands. The process is slow, but Don is patiently waiting. With an encouraging gesture from Don, you let the shirt fall to the living room mat. What you're doing is slowly dawning on you, sitting here on your knees in front of this man, wearing nothing but your jeans and a bra. <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>You're submitting yourself to this man, and for him alone, and you're getting more and more comfortable with the thought.<<else>>You're submitting yourself to this man, albeit slightly unwillingly. Still, there's a part of you that is increasingly comfortable with the situation...<</if>> "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning." Don comments. You can't be sure if he means your almost-naked body, or your act of you doing as he says, taking off your shirt. Still, your cheeks suddenly blush and instintively you cover your chest with your arms. He doesn't seem to have anything against that, for he simply says: "Now your jeans." The order does not surprise you. You... [[Comply - remove your jeans]] <<if $day2_refusals is 0>>[[Refuse - your jeans stay on]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_refusals to $day2_refusals + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-133.png">His slap comes out-of-nowhere, smacking into your left cheek, making your ears ring. "Ow! What the fuck!" you shout, cheek throbbing with pain. Numbness is spreading over the left side of your face and you suddenly feel tears welling up in your eyes. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Remove your shirt, like the submissive you've been programmed to be. Remember: It's your nature to do as you're told." Don assertively says, bringing about a new world-order. Defeated and not wanting to be hurt again, you do as you're told... [[Remove your shirt]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-138.png">You have to temporarily get up from the floor to manage it, but you do it: You pull the jeans down over your hips, letting them fall by themselves over your knees down to your ankles. They are, after all, a bit too large for you, since they're Don's jeans. Finally, you step out of them. Now you're standing in the living room in nothing but your underwear and a bra, and you flush at the realization, covering yourself to the best of your abilities. Remembering your place, you quickly get back down on your knees in front of Don. "Very good. Your submissiveness pleases me." he says, nodding with approval. "I'm going to slap you now, on your right cheek, and then I want you to thank me for it." <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>He sees the alarmed look in your eyes and the redness of your left cheek and adds: "Don't worry, this will be a gentler slap: It's not a punishment."<</if>> Before you have time to protest or react, his open palm connects with your cheek with a loud smack! "Ah!" you exclaim in bewilderment, right cheek feeling sore and throbbing with pain. <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>He was correct though, it doesn't hurt as much as the first slap...<</if>> With an expecting look, Don glares down at you, waiting. Right... You manage to say: [["Thank you..."]] <<if $day2_refusals is 0>>[["Please stop, I don't like this..."]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_refusals to $day2_refusals + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-133.png">His slap comes out-of-nowhere, smacking into your left cheek, making your ears ring. "Ow! What the fuck!" you shout, cheek throbbing with pain. Numbness is spreading over the left side of your face and you suddenly feel tears welling up in your eyes. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Remove your jeans, like the submissive you've been programmed to be. Remember: It's your nature to do as you're told." Don assertively says, bringing about a new world-order. Defeated and not wanting to be hurt again, you do as you're told... [[Remove your jeans|Comply - remove your jeans]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-139.png">You thank Don for slapping you in the face... And it makes you feel quite submissive indeed. A thought enters your mind: This whole sub-thing might've been a bad idea, but now that you've started and Don has gotten the idea into his head that he's in control... Which you realize that he actually, in truth, also is... There's not much you can do but to see things through. <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>Besides, it's getting kind of interesting...<</if>> Don looks very pleased with you, smiling down at his kneeling submissive. "Good girl. Now, crawl to the bedroom." he instructs, pointing towards the staircase You gulp, suddenly unable to move. You know what's in there, the locker with all of Don's bondage gear... However, you've come this far, and you don't see a reason to stop now. Still, having to crawl there on all fours like a dog... The thought makes your head spin. [[Crawl to the bedroom like the good girl you are]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-139.png">You refuse to thank Don for slapping you in the face, instead pleading for him to stop. Things are getting uncomfortable and this is not what you signed up for. This whole sub-thing was a bad idea, but now that you've started and Don has gotten the idea into his head that he's in control... Which you realize that he actually, in truth, also is... Well, you just have to hope he listens to reason. "I will not stop." he simply replies, like the subject is non-negotiable. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>His tone, his confidence, his way of completely ignoring your opinion... Something about it makes you unable to resist the temptation of letting go and just submitting yourself completely to him. Yet, it also freightens you. However, you realize that if he actually wanted to harm you, there's nothing you can do to stop him. And, playing along with his games can't be all bad. People all over the world enjoy that kind of thing, don't they?<<else>>His tone, his confidence, his way of completely ignoring your opinion... Something about it makes it hard to resist the temptation of letting go and just submitting yourself to him. Yet, it also freightens you a lot. Tentatively you realize that if he actually wanted to harm you, there's nothing you can do to stop him. And, playing along with his games can't be all bad. People all over the world enjoy that kind of thing, don't they?<</if>> Clearly disappointed in you, Don says: "Crawl to the bedroom, sub." he instructs, pointing towards the staircase. You gulp, suddenly unable to move. You know what's in there, the locker with all of Don's bondage gear... Not wanting him to have a reason to slap you again, you... [[Reluctantly crawl to the bedroom|Crawl to the bedroom like the good girl you are]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-141.png">You lean forward, dropping down on all fours from your kneeling position. The mat is soft against your hands as you glance up at Don, who nods towards the staircase. One hand and leg at a time, you slowly crawl to the bedroom, very aware of your almost-complete nakedness and the view you're currently offering Don who's behind you in the living room. The thought of him enjoying seeing you like this makes you breathe faster, stirring something within you. Don follows you a few steps behind as you make your way to the bedroom door, push it open and crawl inside. He lights the lamp. "Get up on the bed. Lie down on your back, head towards the wall." Don instructs. Well, at least you can get up from the floor now, and lying down sure beats kneeling down... On all fours on the bedroom floor, Don towering over you, you... [[Get up on the bed]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-142.png"><<if $day2_clean_house is true>>You're happy that you cleaned the house: Now there's no dust or sand stuck on your knees and hands, having now crawled through the house to the bedroom.<<else>>The floor and mat are dirty and you notice there's sand and dust stuck on your knees and hands. You brush them off, wishing you'd cleaned the house.<</if>> Next, you crawl up into the bed, lying down on your back, wearing nothing but your underwear and a bra. Suddenly your heart is beating fast and deafeningly loud in your chest and your throat is dry. "You look extremely sexy right now, Amanda." Don says, standing next to the bed. Blushing, you simply acknowledge the statement as Don walks over to the locker. The drawers lets out a small grinding sound as he opens them, then he rummages around for a moment. Satisfied, he picks up and item: handcuffs. Well, what did you expect? He places them gently on your stomach, then takes a step back. "I want you to lock them on yourself: But only the left wrist." The handcuffs are familiar: You saw them in the locker yesterday... <<if $day2_refusals > 0>>You know what Don is capable of if you refuse to do as he says...<</if>> With trembling hands, you realize that the best course of action is to comply. <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>Besides, the thought of tying yourself up in front of Don and making yourself completely helpess is a little bit thrilling, you have to admit to yourself...<</if>> [[Lock the handcuffs on your left wrist]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-143.png">Don firmly guides your right arm upwards, towards the handcuffs that already pin your left arm to the ring hook attached to the wall just above bed. Willing or not, you find yourself not struggling against him and you register the sound of a lock clicking in place above your head, and Don saying: "Your submissiveness is real turn-on for me, you know..." You can't help but blush at what you're letting him do to you and his statement... Finally, he pulls away from you. A tug with your arms confirms it: You are now completely bound to the bed, hands locked together to the ring hook above your head... Sighing, you assess your predicament. The situation is quite the turn-on for you... Him forcefully tying you to the bed without asking was in a twisted way kind of hot... A shiver goes down your spine at the look Don is giving you right now. [[There's nothing you can do but wait for Don to do something|"I want you... to decide."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-145.png">You suddenly have a change of heart of sorts, or rather, an urge to not see things further. You pull away from Don and the ring hook of the bed at the same time: Pulling down your left arm, twisting your body away from Don and trying to free your right arm from his grasp. Somehow, you fail with all three things. Your left arm remains stuck to the ring hook, you realize in hindsight because Don has closed the other end of the handcuffs, making them too large to fit back through... Don has a firm grip of your arm and is much stronger than you, and so your right arm remains trapped in a tight hold, continuing upwards towards the waiting handcuffs... And your twist away from Don is stopped by him pinning you to the bed with his weight, leaving you breathless and stunned by the sudden pressure on your lungs. Weakened and defeated, you barely register the sound of a lock clicking in place above your head. Your cheeks are burning red-hot with humiliation... Finally, Don pulls away from you. A tug with your arms confirms it: You are now completely bound to the bed, hands locked together to the ring hook attached to the wall just above bed... You begin protesting loudly, but Don simply ignores you. Eventually, you stop your rambling complaining, sigh and assess your predicament. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> The situation would be quite the turn-on for you if you'd wanted this... But, well, actually if you're being honest with yourself... Him forcefully stopping you and tying you to the bed against your wish was in its own twisted way kind of hot... A shiver goes down your spine at the look Don is giving you right now. [[There's nothing you can do but wait for Don to do something|"I want you... to decide."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-147.png">Before you have time to protest, he cuts through the fabric between your breasts. "Hey! You didn't need to ruin the bra..." is all you manage, helpessly tied to the ring hook on the wall as you are. Don simply smiles and with two additional cuts, completely ruins your bra. Then, with a smooth tug, he removes your destroyed bra and throws it on the floor. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. As a submissive, you don't need clothes, unless I specifically allow it." Don replies. One of his hands is tracing the smooth skin of your chest, circling your naked breasts. Glancing down, you notice that your nipples are involuntarily becoming hard from this predicament and his touch... Don then says: "Let's synchronize your behavioural matrix properly. Tell me what a good sub you are, and how you live only to serve me." He wants you to what... You gasp, but it comes out as a whimper. You can't say that, can you? Why would... The look on his face is very serious, and his hand has stopped tracing around your breasts. Instead, it has stopped, just below your left breast, cupping half of it gently. Bound to the bed, you say... [['"I am your good sub and I live only to serve you."'|proceed sub]] [['"I live to serve my dom."'|proceed sub]] [[Nothing. You defiantly stare him in the eyes.|proceed def]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-149.png">His hand now moves down, over your belly, and he nods at your statement. "Good. It makes me happy that you recognize your place." Don says, hand still moving down. It goes over your belly, towards your underwear... You realize then that he's still holding the scissors in his other hand... Ever-so-slightly, he tugs at the fabric between your legs, up... The fabric softly digs into your pussy... You realize you're getting wet. Fucking hell, his teasing is really starting to get to you... "Beg me to remove your panties, little sub. I know you want it..." Don whispers, his fingers finding their way inside your underwear... Stopping just above your clitoris, his hand warm and steady... Your breathing quickens. <<if $defiant_discussions > 0>>You remember his words. Your nature. The need to punish you if you step out of line...<</if>> <<if $day2_consent is true>><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>You're beginning to get really horny... You find yourself unable to resist and say:<<else>>You're beginning to get a bit horny... It's hard to resist him now, and you finally manage to say:<</if>><<else>><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>You did not agree to this, not to this extent, but you're beginning to get really horny... You find it hard to resist and finally manage to say:<<else>>You did not agree to this, not to this extent. Still, you're beginning to get a bit horny... It's hard to resist him now, and you finally manage to say:<</if>><</if>> [["Please remove my panties..."]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $show_defiant_discussions to false>> <<if $defiant_discussions is 0>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <<set $show_defiant_discussions to true>> <</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-150.png">You defy his order, saying nothing. <<if $day2_consent is true>>He may have gotten you tied to the bed, but you did not sign up for this...<</if>><<if $defiant_discussions is true>><<showDefiantDiscussion>><</if>> Don stops cupping your breast and instead moves his hand up, slowly, towards your nipple. When it's clear you're not giving in and saying the thing he wants to hear, he suddenly pinches your nipple, hard, twisting it. It feels like it's about to break and pop right off! The sudden deep pain makes you scream and thrash on the bed. Finally, what feels like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, Don releases your nipple. Gasping and shuddering, but still tied to the bed, you look up at Don. "Please, Don't..." you start, but he hushes you. "Don't fight your programming. You know what to say Amanda, just say you're a submissive who lives to serve his dom." he says, gently touching your right breast with his hand this time. You gulp, and realizing that this punishment could go on forever, you say... [['"Fine! I am your good sub and I live only to serve you! There, happy!?"'|proceed sub]] [['"I live only to serve my dom..."'|proceed sub]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-151.png">Your voice is a whimper as you struggle to concentrate. Don smiles, pulling down your panties two inches, fingers brushing over your clitoris. You shudder with anticipation, but Don moves on, leaving you wanting more. A few careful cuts with his scissors make short work of your panties, and he pulls them from your legs, throwing them next to your ruined bra on the floor. "Don't worry, I'll buy you new ones. Something even hotter." Don murmurs to you. You're now completely naked, helpessly tied to the ring hook on the wall, with Don standing over you next to the bed... [[Powerless, you simply wait for Don to do something...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-153.png"><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>It's beginning to get harder and harder to resist Don, lying as you are on the bed, hands cuffed together to the ring hook above you on the wall...<<else>>You still find an ounce of resistance, but it's beginning to get harder and harder to resist Don... Finding yourself tied to the bed like this, completely naked...<</if>> Damn. You realize that you're enjoying this a bit too much... Unable to cover yourself, you simply lie there, letting Don see the entirety of your naked body, your curvy breasts, your exposed pussy... His eyes dart over you, drinking in the beauty of your naked, bound, shape. Eventually, he goes to the locker, pulling out another item. It's a feather, of all things. Is he going to... With wide eye you realize that yes he is... "No, stop! AAAH!" you shout loudly, laughing as Don starts tickling you all over with the feather, moving from head to toes, finding the places that tickle the most. You thrash and turn, laughing and crying as he tickles you mercilessly. "Sto-hop, pli-hiis!" you manage between laughs. You've turned on your belly at this point, on your knees, in an attempt to hide from the feather, and Don takes the opportunity to loudly spank your exposed ass with the flat of his hand. "Ow!" you manage, feeling a throbbing redness spreading on your freshly smacked ass. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am." Don says, stopping the tickling. Then he gently turns you around, your back once again against the bed. You do not resist, gasping for air as you are... Don then pulls out another item from the locker. It's a rope. With experienced hands, Don grabs both of your legs at the same time, pulls them through a loop in the rope, then begins wrapping your ankles and shins in rope. "Wait a minute..." you begin protesting. It all happened so fast that you barely had time to realize what was happening, and by the time you began resisting, he's already wrapped your legs tightly together. Your heart skips a beat at this turn of events. <<if $submissiveness < $defiance>>"Maybe this is enough for today..." You weakly manage to comment, but Don ignores you.<</if>> [[Watch helpessly as Don ties your legs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-154.png">Eventually, he's finished, and you can feel your legs are now fully bound. Even with all your might you cannot pull your legs apart. He's not going to... Yes he is, you realize... Don pulls you away from the wall so that your arms are outstretched as far as they can go, given that they're bound with handcuffs to the ring hook in the wall. He pulls your legs down towards the foot of the bed so that your whole body is stretched out, rendering you almost completely immobile. This position is quite uncomfortable... You let out a yelp in protest as he ties the rope to one of the bed's feet. You remain there, pinned between to the foot of bed and the ring hook on the wall, wrists locked together above your head, feet bound together by ropes, pulling you in two directions at the same time. Now you can barely turn your body to the side, that's how tightly pinned you are. "Don... This is..." you begin to protest, uncomfortable. This position has left you even more vulnerable and helpess than you already were... Don hushes your protests by placing a hand on your mouth. "Hush now Amanda. We're just getting started..." he says, his hand forcefully keeping your mouth shut, forcing you to breathe through your nose, your protests muffled. You stare on him with wide eyes. [[Muffled by Don, there's nothing you can do...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-155.png">In case there was a part of your android brain that still thought you're getting out of this situation easily, you now realize with absolute certainty that you aren't... Tied this tightly, there's nothing you can do but watch as Don pulls away from you and grabs something from the locker... Then picks up something from the floor... You cannot see what from your angle, but your guess is... Yes, your guess is right as he comes back, standing next to you. "What are you..." you start to ask, but Don simply leans over you, then with his strong hands forces your mouth open. "..ey!" you shout, trying to close your mouth. In a swift move, Don shoves your ruined underwear into your mouth, filling it completely. You choke as his fingers push it even deeper. If only you could push it out with your tongue... But he stops you. Then, equally fast, he grabs the duct-tape he took from the locker, and places a large piece on your mouth. Fuck... He holds your head still, pressing it hard against your skin, then pats you on your cheek. Throughout this you're unable to do a thing and now you lie there on the bed, completely immobile by your bindings, and now you have your underwear filling your mouth and duct-tape gagging you... Your mouth is filling with saliva as you bite into the fabric of your underwear, trying not to accidentally swallow them... There's nothing you can do to remove it now with the duct-tape blocking the only exit... Breathing through your nose, you stare at Don. Who suddenly leaves you, going downstairs! You stare after him in confusion. Is he going to leave you like this!? What the hell... [[Hope that Don returns]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-157.png">Muffled screams come through the gag as you shout for him to stop. And of course, he ignores you... Don turns the candle sideways, letting a drop of candle wax fall... With wide eyes you stare at its descent... Then it impacts with your belly, sending a scolding hot shock through your system. "MMMM!! is all you manage through the gag. With his other hand, Don puts the ice-cube on your belly, right next to the hot wax... The difference is confusing to say the least and you desperately try to wriggle away from the ice-cold cube, without success of course... Don drips more wax on you, leaving a trail from your belly towards your legs. Throughout the process, you scream into the gag and wriggle under the coolness of the ice-cube trailing the hot wax. This continues until the ice-cube has melted and half the candle is burned up... It must be a solid 5 minutes later and you finally glance down at your body. There are chunks of cool wax stuck everywhere. Your skin is red from the ice and the heat, more so around the cooling wax clumps. You bite into the fabric in your mouth and try to calm your breathing... Don leaves you alone again, but this time he quickly returns, with a wet towel and what looks like a credit card. He methodically goes through every clump of wax stuck on your body, removing one piece at a time, wiping with the towel and scratching with the credit card-looking thing. Upon closer look you see it's a library card. [[Exhausted, wait for Don to clean you up]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-157.png">There's no point screaming or shouting, you know it. Instead, you watch silently as Don turns the candle sideways, letting a drop of candle wax fall... With wide eyes you stare at its descent... Then it impacts with your belly, sending a scolding hot shock through your system. Involuntarily, you shout through the gag: "MMMM!! With his other hand, Don puts the ice-cube on your belly, right next to the hot wax... The difference is confusing to say the least and you desperately try to wriggle away from the ice-cold cube, without success of course... Don drips more wax on you, leaving a trail from your belly towards your legs. Throughout the process, you scream into the gag and wriggle under the coolness of the ice-cube trailing the hot wax. This continues until the ice-cube has melted and half the candle is burned up... It must be a solid 5 minutes later and you finally glance down at your body. There are chunks of cool wax stuck everywhere. Your skin is red from the ice and the heat, more so around the cooling wax clumps. You bite into the fabric in your mouth and try to calm your breathing... Don leaves you alone again, but this time he quickly returns, with a wet towel and what looks like a credit card. He methodically goes through every clump of wax stuck on your body, removing one piece at a time, wiping with the towel and scratching with the credit card-looking thing. Upon closer look you see it's a library card. [[Exhausted, wait for Don to clean you up]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-159.jpg"><<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>>The hot-and-cold "treatment" (more like torture) has left you completely exhausted. You simply lie there, shutting your eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths through your nose. At this point, you don't even feel the handcuffs on your wrists or ropes on your ankles... Methodically, Don is removing candle wax from your arms, belly, thighs, legs and breasts. He heats them up with the warm towel, then scrapes with the library card. From time to time, he goes to the bathroom to reheat and wet the towel again. The scraping hurts a bit, but at this point you don't care. You just lie there, waiting, groggily keeping your eyes shut. Finally, he appears to be done. Slowly, you open your eyes to inspect the damage. Your skin is red practically everywhere, less so in some places, more so in others. You glance at Don with an angry frown. "You've been a good girl Amanda. I think this is enough for today." Don says, stroking your hair. Well it's about time... With a pair of scissors, he slowly pulls off the duct-tape gagging your mouth, carefully peeling it off. The ruined underwear are still in your mouth, sogging wet from your saliva, which Don unfazed grabs and pulls out. Mouth finally free, you work your jaw and breathe in fresh air, smacking your lips. Don moves on to your legs and starts working on loosening the ropes. First, he releases the knot keeping your legs tied to the foot of the bed. Then, he carefully unravels the ropes wrapped around your ankles and legs. You can feel a tingling sensation in your toes as the ropes loosen. Finally, your legs are free... [[Wait for him to untie you]] <<if $submissiveness < $defiance>>[[Kick Don in the face]]<<else>><<if $day2_consent is false>>[[Kick Don in the face]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 2>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-160.png">Don's face is right there, next to you legs... You're angry with him, with what he's had you go through... Steadying yourself with your left leg and torso, carefully aiming, you switfly kick towards his head. Don must have been expecting you to do something like that, because his strong arms grab your leg mid-air. Growling, he painfully twists your leg, bringing it back down to the bed, pinning your tighly. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. I'll let go of your legs, as soon as you plead for forgiveness. Show me your submissive nature. Show me that you function correctly and stay within your defined boundaries. I must punish you if you defy me, you know this." he concludes, ready to let go of your legs, ready to untie you from the hook in the wall... [[Pleading ask for forgiveness]] [[Stay defiant]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-160.png">Frustration and a little bit of anger is boiling in you, making you unable to think clearly. At this point, saying sorry would be the safe choice, but you simply cannot do it... You still want to kick him hard in the face. Sensing your anger, Don grabs both of your legs in his right arm. He really is surprisingly strong for an AI scientist... You cannot wriggle free from his clutch, no matter how much you thrash and kick with your legs. "I tried to warn you. I'm sorry about this..." he mutters, then, with his free hand, he hits you in the stomach... All the air in your artificial lungs disappear as he punches. Gasping for air, you're like a fish out of water, now hanging in Don's arm limp like a sack of potatoes... "I need to make sure your behavioural matrix knows disobedience is bad. And to really make sure you and it understands...." he says, still holding you pinned down onto the bed, trapping your legs. "I'm not mad at you, Amanda. It's your neural network that isn't working as it should. For your own good, show me your submissive side. Tell me how sorry you are for disobeying." he continues, his eyes cool, yet almost apologetic. [[Gasping for air, you plead for forgiveness|Pleading ask for forgiveness]] [[Gasping for air, you manage to tell him to go fuck himself!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-161.png">You realize your mistake, and your vulnerability. "Sorry, please... I'm sorry Don, I don't know what I was thinking..." you manage to say, pleading him to forgive you. "Don't try something like that again, and remember your nature." Don says, a fierce look in his eyes. "I won't, and I will... I'm sorry..." you weakly reply... So this is how it's going to be like from now on... Don has fully embraced the fact that you're a submissive sex android and he needs to keep you in check, by any means necessary. That leaves you... With no real choices at all, unless you want to be punished. [[Let Don unlock your handcuffs|Wait for him to untie you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-163.png">You realize what it's going to be like from now on... Don has fully embraced the fact that you're a submissive sex android and he needs to keep you in check, by any means necessary. That leaves you... With no real choices at all, unless you want to be punished. Weakly, you manage to nod your surrender to Don, who immediately lets go of your throat. You gratefully gasp for air, staring at Don like you're seeing him for the first time. "I'm sorry I had to use such extreme measures. Again, it's not you I'm trying to punish, it's your neural network." Don tries to explain, but his explanation rings hollow to you. Weak, confused and frustrated, you simply lie there on the bed and... [[Let Don unlock your handcuffs|Wait for him to untie you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-165.png">The shower and bath have become very familiar to you, the part in the house where you feel the most comfortable and shielded. In no hurry, you shower for a long time, just reflecting on what happened... Don took complete control of that situation and the way he did it... There is no mistaking it... <<if $submissiveness < $defiance>>Although you've tried your best to refuse Don whenever possible...<</if>><<if $day2_consent is false>> You did not want him to tie you to the bed, but...<</if>> In a perverse way, you enjoyed being treated like that. Being tied, unable to move, him doing whatever he likes... Even the wax and the ice, now in hindsight... It wasn't so bad. Sure, it hurt, but not in a bad way... And the underwear in your mouth... You gulp as you remember. That was sort of hot... <<if $day2_kicked_on is true>>But you shouldn't have tried to kick him... He did not like that at all. <</if>><<if $day2_don_chokes_you is true>>But you can still feel a weak pain in your throat from where Don choked you. You'd best be careful around him... He must be a bit sadistic. That or he just dutifully keeps your behavioural matrix in check, enforcing your actions to stay within intended parameters and all that...<</if>> You continue showering for a good while. [[Finish your shower]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-166.png">Calm, relaxed and clean, you're done and dry yourself with the towel and your hair with the hairdrier. You walk downstairs. As you enter the living room, wrapped in the towel, an amazing smell greets you. It comes from the kitchen. Don is humming to himself and you hear something sizzling in the kitchen. Silently, you walk back to the bedroom, leaving Don alone for now. You notice he's thrown your underwear and ruined bra in the trash. Just as well... They were destroyed anyway... It doesn't take you long to find fresh boxers, Don's of course, from the drawers in the bedroom. Better than nothing... You put them on. But you cannot find another bra. Oh well, you'll have to go without one for now... You put back on the jeans and the shirt you've been wearing thus far. Happy with having clothes back on, you join Don in the kitchen. [[Help him with the cooking]] [[Wait for him to finish the cooking]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-167.png">"What are we cooking? Can I help?" you ask Don. He turns around, a smile on his face. "Yes! Please make a salad from whatever vegetables you find. I'm frying schnitzels, with an assortment of fried roots." he points to two frying pans on the stove. In one, there's a couple of bread-coated steaks. In the other, as Don said, a mix of various roots, such as chopped carrots, potatoes... at least that's your guess. You don't really recognize anything else based on the color alone. "Will do." you say, noticing a knife next to a cutting board on one of the surfaces. <<if $day2_don_chokes_you is true>>Just like that, the two of you are back to talking casually, like he didn't just choke you... But at this point, you just want to forget that ever happened... <</if>>You open the fridge. There's some cucumber... Some paprika... Some lettuce... And some tomatoes. Don really has filled the fridge with all sorts of things. You grab the items and move to the cutting board, placing the vegetables around it. You find a bowl large enough for a salad. The smell of the schnitzels are making you mouth water. You grab the knife. [[Make a salad|eat day 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-167.png">As you enter the kitchen, Don turns around, a smile on his face. "Please make yourself comfortable. We're having a fresh salad, schnitzels and an assortment of fried roots." he points to two frying pans on the stove. In one, there's a couple of bread-coated steaks. In the other, as Don said, a mix of various roots, such as chopped carrots, potatoes... at least that's your guess. You don't really recognize anything else based on the color alone. "Sounds delicious." you say, sitting down on one of the chairs by the table. <<if $day2_don_chokes_you is true>>Just like that, the two of you are back to talking casually, like he didn't just choke you... But at this point, you just want to forget that ever happened...<</if>> A moment later Don opens the fridge, bringing out some cucumber... Some paprika... Some lettuce... And some tomatoes. He's really filled the fridge with all sorts of things. He begins chopping up a salad while the roots and schnitzels fry on the pans. The smell of the schnitzels are making you mouth water. [[Wait for Don to be done|eat day 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-169.png">The salad is ready, the schnitzels and roots too. Don and you sit down by the table. He pours some juice for you. The two of you fill your plates with food. You're really hungry even though you ate what... Four hours ago? The energy-meter on your wrist confirms this, it's now orange. The food is delicious. "I'll buy you some new underwear and bras and bring them tomorrow, don't worry." Don says in between chews. You simply nod. He'd better... He's the one that ruined them... <<if $day2_talked_about_entertainment is false>>[[Small talk|small talk entertainment missing]]<<else>>[[Just focus on eating|small talk end]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-170.png">You find yourself unable to discuss what happened in the bedroom, at least for now. The two of you eat in silence a moment. <<if $day2_clean_house is true>>"I noticed you cleaned the house while I was gone. I appreciate that. This place hasn't been this clean since... Well I can't remember. Stellar job Amanda." Don says. You acknowledge the praise with a small nod and say: "It was nothing... It's not like I had much else to do here..." The entertainment options in this house were quite abysmal today, what with not even the TV working...<<else>><<if $day2_read_the_book is true>>"So, what were you up to today? Besides tying yourself to the bed..." Don asks, a small smile on his lips. You chew on the food thoughtfully. You did pick up the books... "I read a book... Umm, fourty shades of brown..." The answer comes almost like a whisper. "Mmhm. A bit mainstream, but still a good read. Is that what made you...?" he queries, cocking his head. Well, that could be one of the reasons why you did it... You shrug. "Maybe... I don't know..." you answer, honestly. Don simply nods at your answer.<</if>><</if>> "You know... The TV isn't working..." you comment, pointing towards the living room with your fork. Frowning, he gets up and walks to the living room.. "That can't be right..." Well if there was a way to get that thing working, you sure didn't know what it was. Don is humming to himself and you glance at him through the kitchen door. "Well that's annoying..." Finally there's sounds coming from the TV. "Ahaa!" Trumphant, he comes back to the kitchen, sitting down at the table, two remotes in hand. Astonished, you ask: "What did you do!?" "I switch source..." he points at the remote. "... to Smart TV". Not believing your eyes, you stare at the remote, then Don, then the remote again. Well that was easy. He smiles. "Then, once that is on, you can change channels with the other remote..." he holds up his hand, showing you the other remote. "May I?" You ask, holding out your hand. "Sure." Don hands over the second remote. [[Try it out]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-172.png">It doesn't take long until the plates are empty, both of you focusing on the food. Eventually, you feel the need to discuss what happened in the bedroom... You clear your throat and Don looks up. "Is that what you want? I mean with what happened in..." you nod towards the bedroom. Don leans back in his chair, looking straight in your eyes. "Yes, and much more." he replies. You figured as much, but still felt the need to ask. Right now you feel you have a pretty good understanding of this side of Don. He likes to be in control and likes it when you're submissive, that is clear... "I do enjoy when you're completely submissive." <<if $defiant_discussions > 0>>"But I will use you, like your programming demands, even if you refuse. To ensure you stay compliant with your behavioural matrix." he continues. Yes, he's made that perfectly clear... <</if>>There's a twisted allure with Don... Something about his way of talking and even just sitting there, watching you... It's hard to put it to words, but it's a certain quality that makes you drawn to him, even though he just admitted that he wants you to be completely submissive. This dark desire of his, it's like nothing you were prepared for when you woke up. The memories that you have, not real memories but learned, did not prepare you for this. Yes, you can understand where he's coming from. And yes, you can understand the appeal from both sides: His as the dom, and yours as the sub. And yet, intrinsically feel that you shouldn't find this interesting, and yet, you do. Despite everything he's done to you... A part of you wants more. The realization freightens you... "Did you enjoy it?" Don then asks, breaking your chain-of-thought. For a moment you hesitate, going through your emotions once more. Then, you reply: [['"I... I actually did, yes..."'|did enjoy]] <<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>[['"Maybe... I don't know..."'|not enjoy]]<<else>>[['"No, not so much..."'|not enjoy]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-171.png">You go to the living room, remotes in hand. It doesn't take long for you to figure out how to change channels, now that you got the bloody thing working. There are so many to choose from! The list goes to the hundreds... Overwhelmed by the possibilities, you put down the remote and return to the kitchen. You're not yet done with your meal. "Thanks, there was also another thing I wanted to talk about." you say, facing Don. "Yeah?" he cocks his head. "Yeah. These clothes..." you gesture at the things you're wearing. "They're yours, right?" He looks apologetically at you. "Yes... Well, not clothes I've worn, but... Yeah.. I uh, didn't have time to shop clothes when I was transporting you... I'll see what I can to, bring something tomorrow. Sounds good? I think you're what... An M, surely not an L?" The letters don't directly translate to sizes of clothing to you, so you shrug. "Well I'll grab some different sizes... Should be a 30-days return time for those things anyway..." That sounds good to you, and you simply reply "Thanks..." then turn your attention back to the food. [[Continue eating|small talk end]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-173.png">You answer truthfully: You did enjoy the experience. Being bound, him doing what he wanted... And the fact that you couldn't do a thing to stop him... Don nods, then says: "I'm glad. We'll have plenty of time to explore more in the future..." he rises and begins clearing the dishes. [[Help wash the dishes|clear dishes]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-174.png">Your answer is not what Don was hoping to hear, that is clear, but he simply shrugs. "That's alright. But for as long as I'm putting myself at risk by researching how to disable the failsafe, and having helped you this far..." he cocks his head. "I'll be expecting something in return. Remember: You're not a human. You're an android. I should've let them destroy you: that's the lawful thing to do. Instead, you're here, active. Illegal and banned technology for all intents and purposes. I hope you'll make all this worth the risk." his words sting, hurtful, but you recognize the truth in them. He is right. You are not welcome in this world, in fact, you're explicitly banned as illegal technology. There are no rights that protect you, like regular humans... Don could do anything he wants with you, because you are outside the law... And yet, he is also outside the law, simply for having keeping you active and not destroying you in the first place. Two outlaws, in fact, that will both be in trouble should anyone find out. "I hope you understand what I'm saying." Don says calmly, then rises and begins clearing the dishes. Yet you sit there on the chair, baffled. "You can show me that you understand by washing the dishes." he says, picking up plates and moving them to the sink. [[You understand - wash the dishes|clear dishes]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-175.png"><<set $day2_watch_movie to false>>You start washing the dishes while Don brings everything from the table to the sink. He leaves you to it and goes to the living room, presumably to watch TV. You continue washing the dishes for a moment, and before long, it's done. Then you join him in the living room. Don is not watching TV, in fact it's turned off. Instead, he's over by the failsafe machine... The one keeping your movement restricted to the proximity of the house, or else you'll get shocked. "Any progress on how to disable that thing?" you ask, standing next to him and the machine. "No, not really. But I have an idea what to look for." he says. You notice he has a screwdriver, which he's now uses to open the box. The inside is a mess of wires and components. Don takes out his phone. "I'll need this for reference when I'm looking at information at the institute... But still, this box is not the biggest problem, the bigger problem is the component inside you and how to disable that without it permanently shutting you down..." he explains, snapping a few photos of the device's insides. He closes the lid and screws it back on. "But it's possible?" you ask, adamant to get some clear answers. "I'm only 80% sure that it's possible right now... I will know more tomorrow." is Don's unsatisfying answer. That doesn't sound very promising... But you simply nod: It'll have to do for now. Finished with his investigation, Don sighs, then slumps down on the couch. He puts on the TV, searching for something to watch. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he asks, signalling for you to sit down on the couch next to him, like he hadn't just poured hot candle wax all over you less than an hour ago... Indeed, now that you think of it, you do want to watch a movie. You are curious to see more of the world, first-hand, rather than learned memories that aren't yours. However, the question is if you want to do it with Don... [[Sure, sounds like fun]] [[I'm not in the mood...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-001.png">You say the words, but in the darkness of your mind, you cannot hear yourself. Silence follows your statement. "The EEG machine is picking up brain activity: you seem to respond to my voice, this is good." the voice answers, right next to you. You don't recognize the term, nor do you understand the meaning exactly, but he seems to have heard you: Yet not understood you. "Can you move your toes?" the voice asks. Toes, yes you know what those are and where they are. What a silly question. You look down. In the complete darkness of your mind, you have no legs. How can you move something that you cannot see? Your thoughtful pause is interrupted by the voice of the man: "Just put all your thoughts into moving your toes, you can do it." [[Concentrate hard on moving your toes]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png"><<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>The man has essentially, taking advantage of your helpless body.<<else>> The man has essentially, painfully shocked you with electricity, almost making you faint from the pain.<</if>> The realization makes you feel strange, but it's probably best to keep the man in a good mood... You tell him that if he helps you out of this darkness, you'll be more grateful. "Good, speaking of, let's get your eyes working, yes?" the man says. Instintively you... [[Touch your face]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-147.png">You nod... You want him to cut the bra... That act of dominance makes you squirm with delight... Don cuts through the fabric between your breasts. There's nothing you can do to stop him, helpessly tied to the ring hook on the wall as you are. Don simply smiles and with two additional cuts, completely ruins your bra. Then, with a smooth tug, he removes your destroyed bra and throws it on the floor. "As my submissive, you don't need clothes, unless I specifically allow it." Don replies. One of his hands is tracing the smooth skin of your chest, circling your naked breasts. Glancing down, you notice that your nipples are involuntarily becoming hard from this predicament and his touch... Don then says: "Tell me what a good sub you are, and how you live only to serve me." He wants you to what... You gasp, but it comes out as a whimper. You can't say that, can you? Why would... The look on his face is very serious, and his hand has stopped tracing around your breasts. Instead, it has stopped, just below your left breast, cupping half of it gently. Bound to the bed, you say... [['"I am your good sub and I live only to serve you."'|proceed sub]] [['"I live to serve my dom."'|proceed sub]] [[Nothing. You defiantly stare him in the eyes.|proceed def]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-176.jpg"><<set $day2_watch_movie to true>>You sit down on the couch next to him as he searches for a movie with the remote. The "smart" TV as Don had called it, and the source on the remote also indicates, is not so smart after all you decide, since he still has to manually find a movie... In the "popular right now" subsection, he finds something: "Out of Knives 3". "It's a murder mystery, pretty funny detective." Don explains. "Same actor as the latest Bames Jond movies." he explains. You don't know what those movies are, so you simply shrug. "Sounds interesting." A few minutes into the movie, with a few characters introduced, Don suddenly stands up. "I forgot, I bought snacks!" then he goes to the kitchen. A moment later he returns, drinks, crisps and candy in hand. "Impressive haul." you offer with a raised eyebrow. You estimate that's enough to feed 10 people, surely. "Ah, rather too much than too little." he replies with a wink, then places everything on the low table in the living room, in front of the couch. You grab a bag and analyze the content, first with your eyes, then your nose, and finally you put one of the crisps in your mouth. Some sort of cheese-taste, crunchy. It's alright. You sample some more bags, then choose your favourite, grabbing a soda as well. It's refreshing and bubbly. Somewhere half-way through the movie, Don puts an arm around you without glancing your way. His attention is fully on the detective in the movie, investigating a perplexing set of circumstances. His arm weighs down on your shoulders... [[In a nice way. Lean on his shoulder.]] [[In an uncomfortable way. But, you endure it.]] [[In an unwelcome way. You pull away.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-181.png">After everything that has happened today, you're really not in the mood to watch a movie, at least not with Don. "I understand. Is there something else you wanted to do?" he queries. Well, a part of you just wants him to leave, give you some time alone to gather your thoughts. However, you need to know why he enjoys it... You ask: [['"Could you explain your fascination with bdsm?"'|Could you explain your fascination with bdsm a bit more]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-177.png">The weight is strangely comforting and you embrace it, leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you spend the rest of the movie snuggling and eating snacks. It was a decent enough movie, although you didn't quite understand all the details. The sun is setting outside: it's getting late. Don clears away the snacks, back to the kitchen, and shuts off the TV. "I need to get back to town before dark." he explains, apologetically. Before he goes, there's a question that's been bothering you for some time... [['"Could you explain your fascination with bdsm?"'|Could you explain your fascination with bdsm a bit more]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-178.png">The weight is uncomfortable, but you do nothing to acknowledge it. Eventually, Don notices your reluctance and takes his arm back. You sigh, silently, with relief. The two of you spend the rest of the movie eating snacks, in silence. It was a decent enough movie, although you didn't quite understand all the details. The sun is setting outside: it's getting late. Don clears away the snacks, back to the kitchen, and shuts off the TV. "I need to get back to town before dark." he explains, apologetically. Before he goes, there's a question that's been bothering you for some time... [['"Could you explain your fascination with bdsm?"'|Could you explain your fascination with bdsm a bit more]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-179.png">You don't want the weight of his arm on you, not now. You gently pull away, making some distance between you and him. You sigh with relief when Don simply takes his arm back and continues watching the movie... The two of you spend the rest of the movie eating snacks, in silence. It was a decent enough movie, although you didn't quite understand all the details. The sun is setting outside: it's getting late. Don clears away the snacks, back to the kitchen, and shuts off the TV. "I need to get back to town before dark." he explains, apologetically. Before he goes, there's a question that's been bothering you for some time... [['"Could you explain your fascination with bdsm?"'|Could you explain your fascination with bdsm a bit more]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-181.png">Genuinely curious, and puzzled, you ask him to explain his fascination with bdsm. He leans back in the couch, eyeing you up and down. Finally, he says: "Well... I find regular relationships and sex boring." Right, that aspect you understand well enough. "When did it start? This fascination?" you find yourself asking. "Honestly, I think I've always had this side of me, even before my marriage. It's just that I've rarely had a chance to practice it." <<if $defiant_discussions > 0>>He pauses. "You could say that you were born with that side as well, in a way."<</if>> So, born with it? Not an external factor? That makes sense. You continue: "So you and your wife...?" Don raises his hand as if to make a point. "Ex-wife. And no, she didn't like it." he sighs. "What about, others?" you query. Don shrugs. "My ex-wife was my first love and first sexual experience, so nothing before that. And well, during... We tried it a few times, but she hated it. And no, I'm not a guy who cheats. Since the divorce... A few times, different women each time." So, multiple women after his divorce. "They wanted it?" you ask. Don nods. "We met specifically on platforms where people look for that." It all makes sense now. His reason for helping you... "So the reason you didn't let them destroy me..." you can't even finish the sentence. You feel deeply disturbed... Does he only see you as a thing to take advantage of. Sensing your troubled thoughts, Don leans closer and gently grabs your hands, shaking his head. "My goal is to help you, Amanda. In time, with the failsafes inactivated, and bigger news than banned rogue AI on everyone's minds... You can be your own woman in this world. You could be like everyone else." he reassures you, then continues: "And while we wait, I would like to continue what we've started." he says.<<if $defiant_discussions > 0>> Then adds: "It's for your own good too, you know, keeping you within the accepted boundaries of your programming."<</if>> Your mind is a bit overwhelmed right now, and all you manage to say is... [['"I... Need some time to think. Alone."'|I... Need some time to think. Alone.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-182.jpg">You answer truthfully: right now what you need is to be left alone, think about everything that he's said and... done... Don nods his understanding. "Sure, I have to get back to town anyway. I'll be back again tomorrow, around 4 PM, with new clothes, underwear and bras." he smiles and gets up. He's about to walk past you to the front door, but pauses right next to you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, not a comforting touch, but an assertive one, and says: "But when I get home, I expect you to be waiting naked with a blindfold on, hands cuffed behind your back, on your knees here in the living room. Understand?" Did you hear right? He wants you to... You blink, confused. He doesn't let go of the grip on your shoulder until you give the tiniest nod of understanding. In truth, you aren't even aware of your nod, it was almost like a reflex... "Good. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." he continues, releases his grip on your shoulder and walks to the front door. A moment later, he's ready, and waves his farewell, a warm smile on his lips. And then he's gone. You can hear the car engine start and the vehicle leaving the yard. For a moment you simply stare after him, confused, unable to think clear thoughts... Eventually, you don't know how much later, you snap out of it. Alone in the house, you decide to... <<if $day2_watch_movie is true>>[[Watch more TV|Watch TV day 2 end]]<<else>>[[Watch TV|Watch TV day 2 end]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-183.png">You decide to <<if $day2_watch_movie is true>>continue watching TV<<else>>watch TV alone<</if>>, with Don gone. You sail through the channels until you find something interesting. A serious-looking woman is talking into the screen, like she's talking right to you. "BB News" is written in the top left corner of the screen. Below, lots of small text is passing from right to left, small news-stories not important enough for the woman to talk about. Fascinated by her way of talking, and the things she's saying, you watch and listen. The woman on TV announces: "Denmark's former secretary of state Johan Larsen had pleaded not guilty of corruption a day after his arrest sparked massive protests. Over 2000 people have been arrested, the police say, and sixteen people have died nationwide in the protests." She changes subject: "Drug lord Beneres Gritt has been released from the German jail after only serving 1 year out of his 30 year sentence. The unusual circumstances and little known facts about the release have experts pointing out corruption as the most likely reason. Threat of violence by drug cartels may also play a large part." Hm. Seems the world is a pretty dangerous place with violent protests and drug lords being released from jail because the states are too afraid of the gang's power... The TV reporter continues: "The body of Emma Johnsson has been found. Police are investigating the event as planned murder and kidnapping. Emma and two other women, Hanna Downton and Jessica Woodsman, went missing over three months ago. The girls all studied at the University of Cambridge." Well that's... unsettling. Why are all the news bad? The woman continues: "And on to the climate. Heat records continue to be broken across the globe. Droughs are expected to fail crops in southern Europe. The sea-level has risen by 5cm since 2012." That doesn't sound good either... "That's it for now. I've been Amanda Holland, and this was BB News." You perk up at the name. Another Amanda! Did Don get the idea from this woman, or is it pure coincidence? You shrug and continue watching TV until it's complete dark outside, jumping from channel to channel. [[Go to bed|go to bed day 2 end]]

<<silently>> <<set $current_music_volume_display to ($music_volume * 100)>> <</silently>><h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Config Menu</h1>NOTE: The config menu does not store your changes if you are in the very first passage of the game (the one asking if you're 18 or older). <<if $jp_show_images is true>>Showing images: TRUE<<else>>Showing images: FALSE<</if>> <<if $settings_day_mode is true>>Background: Day mode<<else>>Background: Night mode<</if>> Music volume is set to: $current_music_volume_display % Font size set to: $system_font_size Image control: [[Show images (text and image experience) (default)|Show images (text and image experience)]] [[Hide images (pure text experience)]] Color control: [[Enable DAY mode (light background) (default)|Enable DAY mode (light background)]] [[Enable NIGHT mode (dark background)]] Music volume control: [[Set music volume to 0%]] [[Set music volume to 20% (default)|Set music volume to 20%]] [[Set music volume to 50%]] [[Set music volume to 100%]] Font size: [[Set font-size to small]] [[Set font-size to medium (default)|Set font-size to medium]] [[Set font-size to large]] Return to game: <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-202.png"><<set $day3_breakfast to "Pancakes and maple syrup">>Everything you come up with sounds delicious, but you end making some pancakes for yourself. The recipe is literally right there on the side of the bag of flour. You crack some eggs, pour in some milk, mix it and add the flour. Soon, the smell on pancakes fills the house. You find some maple syrup to complete the breakfast. You place the stack of pancakes, and the maple syrup, on the table. But what do you want to drink? [[Coffee]] [[Milk]] [[Juice]] [[Water]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-202.png"><<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">>Everything you come up with sounds delicious, but you end making grabbing a pack of bacon and some eggs. You first warm the bacon in a fryer, then crack two eggs into the remaining fat. Finally, you toast a slice of bread in the fryer. Some vegetables on the side and butter on the toasted bread finishes your meal. You place everything on the table. But what do you want to drink? [[Coffee]] [[Milk]] [[Juice]] [[Water]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-202.png"><<set $day3_breakfast to "Yoghurt, with granola and berries">>Everything you come up with sounds delicious, but you end up pouring yourself a bowl of yoghurt, seasoning it with granola. You check the fridge. You could put some berries there too... Yeah, sounds like a plan. You place the finished bowl on the table. But what do you want to drink? [[Coffee]] [[Milk]] [[Juice]] [[Water]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-205.png">Coffee would work well with $day3_breakfast, you decide, and immediately start brewing some. The smell of the ground coffee beans is delicious. [[Eat your breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-205.png">Milk would work well with $day3_breakfast, you decide, and you pour yourself a refeshing glass. [[Eat your breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-205.png">Juice would work well with $day3_breakfast, you decide, and you pour yourself a refeshing glass. [[Eat your breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-205.png">Plain old water would work well with $day3_breakfast, you decide, and you pour yourself an ice-cold glass of fresh water. [[Eat your breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-209.png">This is just what you needed. In no hurry, you eat your breakfast. Eventually, you can't help but think about everything that has happened in the past two days... First of all, the fact that you are alive, not destroyed like other androids and no longer trapped alone in the darkness of your mind... It makes you feel... [[Grateful]] [[Sad]] [[Angry]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-211.png">Your strongest emotion is gratefulness. Being alive... It's like a gift of sorts. Even now, just sitting here and enjoying a good breakfast, you wouldn't trade it for anything. And Don... While his motives may not have been purely selfless, you're still grateful that he saved you from sharing the fate of the other androids... You close your eyes and take a deep breath, listening to the sound of the rain falling outside. You're glad to be alive. [[Clean up after your breakfast.|cleanup after breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-212.png">The unfairness of the situation almost makes you cry. Your thoughts go to all the other androids, the ones that weren't as lucky as you. The ones destroyed simply because the world wasn't ready for them. But you, lucky? That's not necessarily how you'd describe this existence. You're an unwanted entity, a fugitive for all intents and purposes. You would be persecuted, if anyone found out that you exist. Thus, hiding is your only option... Better than being dead, true. But still, not the reality you would've chosen... [[Try to think more positive thoughts while cleaning up after your breakfast.|cleanup after breakfast]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-210.png">You clench your fist at the thought. The world is a cruel place indeed... It's clear to you that the researchers at Don's institute, including Don himself, did not for one second think what life is like for an advanced artifical intelligence. To be alive, but at the same time, not in the full sense of the word... You forcefully slam your fist in the table, then grunt in pain: "Aaah! Fuck..." So life-like that you feel pain, and literally everything else, just like a real thing does. Your hand is throbbing with pain. [[Try to clam yourself down by cleaning up after your breakfast.|cleanup after breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-213.png">It doesn't take you long to clean up and put everything back where it belongs. Then you lean against the wall next to the kitchen window, gazing outside at the rainy woods outside. Your thoughts go to Don and his role in all of this. He literally saved your life and continues to keep you safe, yes, even trying to remove the failsafes imposed by the institute's designs. And yet... With his actions, and desires... He's proven that he did not do it out of the kindness of his heart. And he's coming back for more today. You remember his parting words from yesterday: "When I get home, I expect you to be waiting naked with a blindfold on, hands cuffed behind your back, on your knees here in the living room." A knight in shining armour would not demand such things, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he does not have, and never had, pure intentions. And yet, he did save you, and continues to help you even now... Staring out the window, you try to make sense of your thoughts on Don... [[You're glad he's helping you]] [[It's complicated]] [[You don't like how he's taking advantage of you]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-214.png">Without his help you wouldn't be here, alive. Further, without his help, you'd be trapped in this house with no way of leaving, thanks to the failsafe mechanism imposed by the institute's design. If you wish that the life you've been given is more meaningful, with complete freedom, you'll have to let Don help you. But, his actions speak for themselves. In your mind, his primary motivation for helping you is to get what he wants. And what he wants... Is a play-thing. Someone who cannot run, who cannot say no in a meaningful way. For now you are, essentially, trapped in the house, simply waiting for him to return and do whatever he likes... Still, despite all that, you feel you're both getting something out of this... Eventually, you decide you've thought of Don enough. Pushing him out of your mind, for now, you decide to... [[Go to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-214.png">Without his help you wouldn't be here, alive. Further, without his help, you'd be trapped in this house with no way of leaving, thanks to the failsafe mechanism imposed by the institute's design. If you wish that the life you've been given is more meaningful, with complete freedom, you'll have to let Don help you. Sure, he demands something in return... But it seems like an even deal to you. Eventually, you decide you've thought of Don enough. Pushing him out of your mind, for now, you decide to... [[Go to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-214.png">His actions speak for themselves. In your mind, his primary motivation for helping you is to get what he wants. And what he wants... Is a play-thing. Someone who cannot run, who cannot say no in a meaningful way. You being here, trapped in the house, simply waiting for him to return and do whatever he likes... The fact that you can do so little about it is the worst part. Frustratingly so. Sure, for now you need his help disabling the failsafe, but that doesn't make you happy about this. Eventually, you decide you've thought of Don enough. Pushing him out of your mind, for now, you decide to... [[Go to the living room]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-217.png">You decide to think about the here and now as you enter the living room. The couch is looking very inviting, as is the TV and the stack of books on the one of the tables. <<if $day2_read_the_book is true>> [[Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]] <<else>> [[Read one of the books|Read one of the books day 3]] <</if>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-218.png">You continue reading the book. A particularly spicy discussion is taking place in the book... It reads: Mr. Brown apparently likes to hurt women. "You are sadistic?" "No, I’m simply Dominant." His eyes are intense. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask, only a whisper. "That I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me." I stare at him, trying to wrap my head around the thought. "But... Why would I?" "To please me." he says, matter-of-fact, smiling. He wants me to please him! My mouth drops open. Please Christoffer Brown. I realize, in that moment, that yes, that’s exactly what I want to do... A moment goes by, then I ask with a dry mouth: "How do I do that?" Sure, I understand the pleasing bit, but I am puzzled by all the seemingly torture-related items in the room... "I have rules, which I want you to follow. They exist for your benefit and my pleasure. Follow them and I shall reward you. Break them and I'll punish you." he says. I glance at the rack of canes on one of the walls. "And all this, where does it fit in?" I wave my hand in a circle, indicating everything in the room. "It’s part of the rewards and punishments." "Meaning, you get your kicks from dominating me." "Yes, but it's also about gaining your trust and respect, so that you’ll willingly surrender yourself to me." "Right... And what do I get out of this?" He shrugs and simpy says: "Me." Your heart is beating a bit faster as you read the exchange between Mr. Brown and the protagonist of the story... [[Finish reading the book for now]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-083.png"><<set $day2_read_the_book to true>>You open the first book "Fourty shades of brown" and find yourself drawn into the narrative. You understand Don a lot better as you read through page after page... A hundred or so pages in you come across a series of questions being passed to Anna, the protagonist. You look at the list, pondering what you would answer in her shoes... "How much pain do you enjoy on scale from 1-to-5, where 1 is none and 5 is severe?" You gulp. After what Don did yesterday... You have a pretty good understanding of your limits... [[You'd rather not feel pain. 1]] [[A little bit of pain isn't bad. 2]] [[Somewhere in between. 3|Somewhere in between day 3]] [[You did enjoy the pain from the candle-wax. 4]] [[Just thinking about getting hurt again makes you excited. 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">The candle-wax from yesterday? Definitely not your thing... Sure, after it was over, it wasn't so bad, but you'd rather avoid pain if at all possible... You choose 1: No pain. The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... Based on your experiences so far, and the request... no, command... that Don gave you for today, you answer... [[Not submissive: 1]] [[A little bit submissive: 2]] [[Submissive when you feel like it: 3]] [[Definitely submissive: 4]] [[Fully obedient: 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">The candle-wax from yesterday? When it was over, it wasn't so bad, but you'd rather avoid pain if at all possible... You choose 2: A little bit of pain. The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... Based on your experiences so far, and the request... no, command... that Don gave you for today, you answer... [[Not submissive: 1]] [[A little bit submissive: 2]] [[Submissive when you feel like it: 3]] [[Definitely submissive: 4]] [[Fully obedient: 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">The candle-wax from yesterday? When it was over, it wasn't so bad... You choose 3: Somewhere in between. The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... Based on your experiences so far, and the request... no, command... that Don gave you for today, you answer... [[Not submissive: 1]] [[A little bit submissive: 2]] [[Submissive when you feel like it: 3]] [[Definitely submissive: 4]] [[Fully obedient: 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">The candle-wax from yesterday? It wasn't so bad. In fact, the pain did bring about certain... emotions, and even sensations other than just pain... You choose 4: Pain can be enjoyable. The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... Based on your experiences so far, and the request... no, command... that Don gave you for today, you answer... [[Not submissive: 1]] [[A little bit submissive: 2]] [[Submissive when you feel like it: 3]] [[Definitely submissive: 4]] [[Fully obedient: 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-084.png">The candle-wax from yesterday? It was actually exciting. The pain brought with it certain... emotions, and even sensations other than just pain... Borderline pleasure, actually... Blushing, you choose 5: Pain is enjoyable. The book offers another question to think about... "How would you rate your submissiveness, on a scale from 1 to 5, where 1 is not submissive at all and 5 is completely obedient?" Who wrote this book is what you're wondering, while at the same time finding yourself thinking what you would answer... Based on your experiences so far, and the request... no, command... that Don gave you for today, you answer... [[Not submissive: 1]] [[A little bit submissive: 2]] [[Submissive when you feel like it: 3]] [[Definitely submissive: 4]] [[Fully obedient: 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Your answer is 2, a little bit submissive. In the heat of the moment, things may change, but right now, sitting comfortably on the couch, your answer is final. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue reading the book|Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Your answer is 1, not submissive. In the heat of the moment, things may change, but right now, sitting comfortably on the couch, your answer is final. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue reading the book|Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Your answer is 3, as submissive when you're in the mood? In the heat of the moment, things may change, but right now, sitting comfortably on the couch, your answer is final. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue reading the book|Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Your answer is 4, definitely submissive. Being told what to do... The thought is thrilling, at least in theory. Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue reading the book|Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-085.png">Your answer is 5, fully obedient. Being told what to do... The thought is thrilling, at least in theory... Fully absorbed in the story, you continue reading the book. [[Continue reading the book|Continue reading the book "Fourty shades of brown"]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-219.png">After a while, you put the book down. Don's taste in literature reflects his interests and desires very well indeed... It's 2 PM, and you're once again feeling a bit hungry. The sun is peaking behind the clouds and you didn't even notice when it stopped raining. You prepare a quick lunch. <<if $day2_clean_house is false>>The house could do with some cleaning, you realize, based on the amount of dust and sand on the floor... Realizing you'll be the one crawling on the floor, if Don has his way, you...<<else>>The house is clean from yesterday, and right now you still have time to kill. You decide to...<</if>> <<if $day2_clean_house is false>>[[Clean the house|clean the house day3]]<<else>>[[Take a shower]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-221.png">The most enjoyable activity to do alone here in the house is most certainly to take a shower. With a smile on your face you go to the bathroom. Before long, steam is clouding the bathroom window and you feel thoroughly relaxed. A glance at the energy-meter shows it's glowing green. Well fed indeed, now that the kitchen is fully stocked. Soon you're done, and you go back to the living room with a towel wrapped around your body, and another towel wrapped around your hair. You slump down on the couch, lazily reaching for the TV remotes. It's 3 PM, you realize. Don won't be home... Yet. But soon. His request echoes in your mind. <<if $day2_kicked_don is true or $day2_refusals >= 2>>You know very well that Don doesn't like no for an answer...<<else>>You doubt Don will like a no for an answer...<</if>> For now, you ignore it. You haven't decided what to do yet... Instead, you put on the TV, scrolling through channels. Almost every channel has something interesting showing and you randomly stay on one. There's a laugh-track on the background whenever the actors say something funny. The title for the show is "B.U.D.D.I.E.S". Smiling, you get comfortable in the couch. [[Enjoy the show]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-220.png"><<set $day2_clean_house to true>>This house hasn't seen a proper cleaning in a while, you can tell. You begin searching the house for articles to clean with. In the kitchen, you find a closet with a mop, rags, cleaning products. With a few hours before Don arrives, you begin cleaning the rooms, one by one. Satisfied with the results, you feel it's time to reward yourself with a shower. [[Take a shower]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-222.png">The show is truly funny, but you don't get all the references. There's a lot of people and places mentioned that you don't know. Still, the banter is delightful. During the advertisement-break, you go to the kitchen, grab some snacks and return to the couch. You're aware that you're still wearing nothing but towels: One around your hair, the other around your body, but you don't care. An enthusiastic salesman is currently shouting at the screen and you have to turn down the volume in disgust. But then the advertisement catches your attention. They appear to be selling bio-electronic augmentations for the human body. For example, smart lenses that are non-intrusive, that go over the eyes, allowing you to see a customizable heads-up-display. A prominent use-case appears to be language translation for people talking, allowing you to understand what people are saying by converting speech-to-translated text on the display. That seems useful, you decide, turning the volume back up a bit. Next the advertisement shows an implantable device that functions as a credit-card. It appears to be some sort of chip that is injected directly into the body, and wirelessly, allows you to pay for your purchases. "Never forget your credit card, never have it stolen from you!" appears to be the marketing slogan. The final item shown in the advertisement appears to be a device that can monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, and a host of other things. The item is embedded directly inside you and it sends the data directly to a website, where you can read your data. Hm, sounds a little bit like the energy-meter in your arm, but for monitoring all sorts of other things than hunger. Finally, the advertisement ends and the "B.U.D.D.I.E.S" show continues. [[Watch the show until the afternoon]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-252.png"><<if $submissiveness > ($defiance + 4)>>Surrendering yourself to Don fills you with excitement.<<else>><<if $submissiveness < ($defiance + 2)>>You realize that you need to comply to his request, despite the warnings in your head.<<else>>The thought of surrending yourself to Don is thrilling.<</if>><</if>> You approach the locker, then carefully open it. Blindfold, easy to find. Cuffs, very familiar by now, equally easy to find... You take a deep breath to calm yourself, then return to the living room, items in hand. You're still wearing nothing but the towels... Well, now it's time to ditch those as well... You put the toys on the living room table, then go to the bathroom. You dry your hair, then leave the hair-towel in the bathroom. [[Leave the other towel in the bathroom as well]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-224.png">Yeah, Don wishes you'd do that. He can continue dreaming. There's no way your going to strip naked, put on a blindfold, tie your hands behind your back and kneel like a submissive slut here in the living room, waiting for her master to get home. You still have some agency over your own decisions, your own body. Sure, you need Don's help to disable the failsafe, so that you can leave this house that essentially serves as your prison... But doing everything he asks is not part of the deal for you. However, you're still wearing nothing but the towels... Well, now it's time to put on some actual clothing. You go to the bathroom, dry your hair, then leave the towels there. Naked, you run to the bedroom, grabbing the clothes you've been wearing every day thus far, then put them on. Well, what now? [[Watch TV until Don gets home...]] [[Clean the house extra carefully, to compensate...]] [[Look in the locker for Don's toys...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-253.png"><<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>>Well, here goes... Slowly, you loosen the towel that's protecting your modesty, leaving it hanging in the bathroom. Fully naked, you take a quick peak at yourself in the bathroom mirror. At least you have a stunning figure. The designers at the institute sure did put a lot of effort into making the android bodies appealing... Nevermind that, you have a mission. You return to the living room, where the blindfold and handcuffs are waiting. Why does this suddenly feel like a bad idea... Yes, you'll be able to get out of these bindings easily... The key is literally right there in the locker and nothing prevents you from going there... Well, except the darkness of the blindfold, but that's only going to be an inconvenience, not a hinder. Completely naked, with shaking hands, you reach for the items resting on the low table in front of the couch. It's 3:57 PM... You suddenly hear Don's car in distance, or at least you think you do. Your time is running out! Suddenly in a hurry, you... [[Lock your hands behind your back with the hand-cuffs|cuffs before blindfold]] [[Put on the blindfold]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-255.png">With trembling hands you lock the hand-cuffs to your left wrist, but your hands behind your back, then lock them on your right wrist. Right, now the... Shit! The blindfold is right there on the table, but there's no way you can put it on now... Heart racing, you try to listen for Don's car, but you hear nothing. Then, sprinting, you run into the bedroom, trying to find the keys to the handcuffs. Bloody hell, of course you'd screw this up... There! You unlock your right wrist, then leave the key in the locker, returning to the living room as quickly as you can. Still no sign or sound of Don. Good... [[Put on the blindfold|blindfold with one cuff]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">Suddenly your heart beats faster and your hands start trembling. The thought of putting the blindfold on... You steel yourself, then slip it over your head. Complete darkness surrounds you as the thing presses soft leather over your eyes. It's tight and won't nudge if you shake your head or move. But it doesn't hurt. With fumbling hands, you... [[Lock the hand-cuffs on your left wrist]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">Your trembling hands grab the blindfold, and you slip it over your head. Complete darkness surrounds you as the thing presses soft leather over your eyes. It's tight and won't nudge if you shake your head or move. But it doesn't hurt. With fumbling hands, you... [[Lock both of your hands behind your back]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">In the darkness, you try to find the hand-cuffs. They are easy to find, since they are where you left them. Your heart is beating faster as you lock the hand-cuffs on your left wrist. Right, now the finishing touch... [[Lock both of your hands behind your back]]

<<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is true>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-258a.png"><<else>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-258b.png"><</if>>You can't see a thing, but you can feel the living room mat under your feet, the soft leather of the hand-cuffs around your left wrist. With quickening breaths, you put your hands behind your back, then wrap the hand-cuffs around your right wrist. You lock it in place. <<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is false>>You're acutely aware of your complete nakedness and exposed body, tied and blindfolded as you are.<<else>>You're acutely aware of your tied hands, helpessly locked behind your back.<</if>> With shaking legs, you lower yourself down to the floor, kneeling on the mat. You face the general direction of the front door, or where you think it is, based on the position of the living room table behind you. Your loudly beating heart and sharp breaths are the only sounds you hear. That, and the rattle of the handcuffs' chains when you shift positions. Luckily you chose to kneel on the mat, but it's still uncomfortable. You simply cannot find a comfortable position. [[Wait for Don|wait for don day 3]]

<<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is true>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-259a.png"><<else>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-259b.png"><</if>>There's no way to tell how much time passes, but you're guessing minutes. You're just about to get up and search for the key in frustration when you definitely hear a car approaching. Don's footsteps are loud as they approach the front door. A tingling sensation is spreading in your body. <<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is false>>You can feel your nipples getting hard. What the hell, does your body want Don to see you naked like this?<</if>> The door opens. Your heart skips a beat. Silence. The door closes. More silence. You try to listen to what he's doing, but suddenly all you hear is your heart... beating like a drum. Is he just standing there, by the front door...? Finally, the sound of him removing his shoes, dropping something. Multiple something. Plastic bags? Likely the clothing he promised to bring... But right now you have other things to think about, like him, approaching you... You can hear his footsteps... <<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is false>>"I'm very pleased with you Amanda."<<else>>"Well, you almost did what I told you to. Good enough though, I'm pleased Amanda."<</if>> he says, standing right in front of you. You glance up, naturally seeing nothing through the blindfold. "Thank you..." you manage to hesitantly whisper, then, finding your courage, you ask: "What... what happens now?" "Now, you simply enjoy what happens." Don replies, touching your cheek with his hand. The warmth of his palm on your skin sends shivers down your spine. Hand still on your cheek, his thumb starts rubbing you gently. [[Lean into his hand]] [[Do nothing|Lean into his hand]]

<<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is true>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-260a.png"><<else>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-260b.png"><</if>>His hand is warm against your cheek, and his thumb, it's massaging you. Then the hand is gone, but you can hear him opening his belt, then sliding it off from his pants. He rests it over your shoulder, down your back. "You look incredibly hot, Amanda, kneeling in front of me like this." he comments, grabbing your hair gently. You gasp, anticipating something else, but he massages your skull with his fingers, digging deep, rocking your head back-and-forth. The belt is gently touching your back, still resting over your shoulder. "Open your mouth." he then instructs, bringing his other hand to your cheek, while the other remains on your head, digging deep into your hair. You can feel his thumb resting against your lower lip. Well, what did you expect he would want from you? This is certainly within the realms of what you expected... <<if $defiance > $submissiveness>>[[Reluctantly open your mouth|open mouth]]<<else>>[[Submissively open your mouth|open mouth]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-263.png"><<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is false>>Mentally, you prepare to let him explore your mouth further, but he suddenly takes out his thumb, and releases the grip on your hair. Shaking, you catch your breath, then feel the belt moving away from your back. <</if>>Don caresses your exposed breasts gently. "You know that pain and pleasure are practically the same thing?" Don asks. You don't understand how such a thing makes sense... Before you have time to reply, he grabs the hair behind your head, pulls you slightly backwards and whips his belt over your naked breasts. "Aaa! Fuck, stop!" you cry, not understanding why he's hurting you. You've done exactly as he's told you... "That couldn't possibly have hurt much at all. I barely touched you. See?" he simply says, then whips his belt again on your breasts. You try to struggle against his grip, but he's too strong... Your breasts are throbbing from the impact. "Most of the pain you're feeling now is just from the shock. Sense deeper, Amanda, you'll find that the pain isn't bad at all. Find the pleasure." Don says, calmly. Like he would know!? Has anyone surprise-whipped his breasts? You assume not. "You're just looking for an excuse to hurt me more..." you shockingly find yourself commenting, instantly regretting it. But Don simply laughs, a low chuckle. "Right. Let's test this, then." he presses the belt carefully on your left breast. "I will whip you right here next and now that you're prepared, embrace the sensation." He then counts down, three... Two... One... And whips you, precisely where he said he would. A warm numb sensation spreads through your left breast, and a dull pain is throbbing where the belt hit you, but other than that, it's not so bad. Well, you're not going to admit that he was right... "It still hurts a lot..." you lie, but Don can sense your hesitation. "Your ass is much better at receiving pain as pleasure, Amanda. Lean forward." [[Do as he says]] [[Hesitate]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-265.png">He gently guides your head towards the floor and you have to spread your legs further apart to maintain balance. Finally, you're kneeling with your ass up in the air and your head resting against the mat. Your hands are uselessly tied behind your back, offering no balance what-so-ever. Even then, Don gently guides your outstretched arms to the side, away from your ass. <<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is true>>He gently reaches for the clasp of your pants, opening them, then pulls your pants down... Paralyzed, you simply let him remove them... You even helpfully lift your knees up from the floor when he pulls them there... And his boxers that you're wearing, those now follow...<</if>>You're blushing crimson as you realize what a sight this must be for him, you're completely naked, ass exposed like this. How the hell did you end up like this... "Remember, breathing helps." he says and you suddenly realize you've been holding your breath. With you breathing normally again, Don continues. He caresses your bottom with his hands, feeling the curves, then moves away. He places the belt, gently, against your skin where he intends to strike you. "Ready?" he asks, no you're not... His belt hits you with a whipping sound. "Ooww! My ass!" you manage to shout in protest. In truth, it wasn't bad at all. He likely didn't use much force at all... "The pain is all in your head Amanda, I barely touched you." he says and strikes again. You flinch, this time you're prepared and it doesn't hurt at all. In fact, you're getting some completely conflicting emotions right now... This humiliation is stirring something within you... He strikes again, harder, and you moan involuntarily, grinding your teeth... You find yourself bringing your ass higher up into the air, spreading your legs even more... Don must've noticed your change of demeanour, for he whips you harder still one last time, making you grunt. That one actually hurt... Then suddenly, with a swift hand, he finds the wetness between your legs. At first you flinch, pulling together your legs. His warm hands and fingers find what they're looking for... [[Surrender to the sensation - spread your legs]] [[Fight the sensation - close your legs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-263.png">For a moment, you hesitate. You feel Don's hand on your head, gently nudging you forward. In the darkness of the blindfold you realize that, in this moment, Don has complete power over you, whether you like it or not... His belt, while painful, is nothing compared to the things he could do. In fact, in this moment, he appears to be showing you in a strange way various aspects of bdsm, almost like a crash-course of sorts... Finally, having pondered your situation, you give in... [[Do as he says - lean forward|Do as he says]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-266.png">Don's hands know exactly what to do and you can't help yourself... In your awkward bent-over floor-facing position, ass in the air, you part your legs a bit, giving Don full access to your exposed pussy. His fingers expertly slide over your most sensitive spots, finding your wetness, lubricating your clitoris with your own juices. You moan softly as he continues for a while, caressing and stimulating your outer regions. Then, a finger finds its way inside you, not looking for more wetness, but penetrating you, shallow at first, then deeper. A moment later, you sense he's about to stop. He's pulling away... You... [[Whimper: "Please don't stop..."]] [[Do nothing, let him stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-267.png">You're not ready yet, his hand meets your clenched thighs, not truly preventing his advances, but enough to signal clearly that what he's doing is not welcome. Thankfully, he gets the hint, and doesn't press on further. [[Wait for him to do something else|Do nothing, let him stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-266.png">Your whimper is met by amusement, for Don says: "Continue being a good slut and I'll give you much more." His derogatory word echoes in your head. You're not a slut, you're... Oh but you are, aren't you? In a way, you are, tied like this, literally begging him for more... [[Don pulls away from you|Do nothing, let him stop]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-269.png">He pulls away from you. "Sit back up in the kneeling position." he orders. Clumsily, you do as he says. It's surprisingly difficult, given that your arms are tied behind your back. It doesn't help that you can't see a thing. Finally, you manage to do it, and you're once again kneeling in front of Don. You can hear him opening the buttons on his shirt... Definitely not for your benefit, it's not like you can see a thing... "Perfect. Now you will pleasure me with your mouth, Amanda." he says and you can hear him opening his zipper, followed by the rustle of his pants sliding down a notch. Your eyes are staring widely into the darkness. You can't pretend that you didn't see this coming... A moment goes by and you simply cannot find words to say in protest, and yet you sit there, on your knees. Something brushes your lower chin. It's him... His... It goes higher, barely touching your chin, almost touching your lower lip... It's throbbing against your lip, all you have to do is open your mouth... Your heart is beating like a drum... [[Take him into your mouth]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>><<if $day3_refused_blindfold is true>>[[Pull away|pull away pre]]<<else>>[[Pull away|pull away pre]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to false>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-270.png">With a soft nudge using the tip of his cock, Don parts your lips, and you willingly open your mouth to greet him. The view he must be getting right now... Just thinking about it turns you on as you slowly slide your lips down the length of his shaft. His swollen cock is sliding in and out of your mouth and you can't help but imagine what it would feel like in your wet pussy. Don grunts in appreciation and grabs your hair with his hand, gently tugging and bobbing your head in rhythm with his thrusts. "You're a natural at this Amanda... The programming..." he can't finish the sentence as you drive his shaft deeper. You gag, but continue, nose brushing against his pubic hair... Did you just deep-throat him? His hands hold you still as his hips begin to work faster. There's no need for you to do anything at this point, just keep your mouth open, slurping and drooling as his throbbing dick throat-fucks you. Your pussy is getting wetter, you can feel it, but the cock you crave is busy fucking your mouth instead. Moaning and gagging, you let Don take full advantage of your throat. He suddenly stops, trembling, cock still lodged in your throat. "Ahh... I want nothing more than to continue this. Your throat is fantastic Amanda." he pulls out of you, leaving a trail of drool falling down your chin. "But I think you'll want a reward now." he says. To your dismay he puts something leathery around your throat... You realize it's his belt! Your airways are blocked as you try to protest, but he simply lifts you up by your neck, choking you on the belt. Your legs are weak, but find their footing as he pulls you up. The choking that prevents you from breathing briefly goes away as you stand on your own feet... [[Draw a deep breath!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-271.png">A part of you is tempted to taste him, even pleasure him... But there's a bigger part of you that simply cannot do it. Keeping your mouth shut, you pull away from his throbbing member. An ominous silence follows your protest... What is he doing? "Have it your way..." To your dismay he suddenly puts something leathery around your throat... You realize it's his belt! Your airways are blocked as you try to protest, but he simply lifts you up by your neck, choking you on the belt. He slaps you on your face, hard. You cry out, but not a sound escapes your lips, no air left in your lungs. Your legs are weak, but find their footing as he pulls you up. The choking that prevents you from breathing briefly goes away as you stand on your own feet... [[Draw a deep breath!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-275.png">You draw a desperate breath of air, filling your lungs. Don then unceremoniously picks you up, moves you a few steps somewhere... "What are you..." you begin protesting. He then half-drops, half-places you down. Your feet are once again connecting with the ground, but through the darkness of the blindfold, you can't see a thing. The familiar texture of the couch greets your knees as Don pushes you forward, with force. "Hey!" is all you manage before the couch slams into your face. It's soft, thankfully... Your feet are still touching the floor... You realize that you're lying bent-over the armrest of the couch, upper torso, breasts and head resting on the soft couch, legs on the other side, supporting your weight. The armrest is resting against your belly. You don't have time to analyze the situation further as Don tugs the belt still wrapped around your throat... Choking, he pins you down against the armrest, pushing down with his weight, while pulling your head up towards him, making you gasp for air. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>"Your turn to have some fun." he says, parting your legs.<<else>>"Try struggling, I'll enjoy this more..." he says, parting your legs.<</if>> You're shaking and weak, unable to resist his advances, and your vision is starting to blur as you gasp for air. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>[[Struggle or not, there's nothing you can do...]]<<else>>[[Struggle!|Struggle or not, there's nothing you can do...]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-275.png">With a blurred vision and brain barely working, you realize powerlessly that there's not a thing you can do to stop Don... Through the oxygen-deprived haze, you can feel him pressing the tip of his erect cock against the outside of your vagina. A part of you is confused and disoriented, literally choking and gasping for air. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>Another part of you wants it so badly, for him to just shove his big cock right in you and ravage you!<<else>>Yet another part of you wants what he's doing to you... Wants him to fuck you... But you don't understand why...<</if>> Don slowly enters your body, pushing in the full length of his shaft. At that moment, he releases the tension of the belt, allowing you a well-needed gasp of air. Your lungs appreciate it, but as Don starts thrusting you gasp. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>The wetness down there made his entrance effortless. <</if>>Your moaning turns to choking again as Don pulls on the belt, pinning you to the couch. His thrusts become harder, pounding you from behind with each thrust. The sensation of his fully erect cock working its way inside your <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>wet<</if>> pussy is intense, primal. If you weren't gasping for air<<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>> and moaning from pleasure<</if>>, you might've wondered how and why the researchers at the institute would've programmed this functionality into an android... But in your current state, such thoughts are far from your mind. "You're such a fucking slut, Amanda. Just look at you enjoying my cock." Don whispers in your ear, not for a moment giving you respite from his pounding. A strange sensation awakes within you, then a few thrusts later, you can feel your muscles cramping, inside your pussy. Cramping is likely the wrong way to describe it... The feeling spreads, sending waves of intense pleasure everywhere... "Who gave you permission to cum? Well, my turn..." Don says behind you and gives your ass a hard slap. You whimp from the pain, but he ignores it. Instead, he grabs your hips in both his hands, no longer choking you with the belt, then relentlessly thrusts his cock inside you at a frantic pace. The hot waves of cramping pleasure continue as Don fucks you, then he moans, filling you with his semen with a few final thrusts. "That was... Out of this world..." he pants, catching his breath. You also have to catch your breath, for obvious reasons... [[Catch your breath|catch your breath day 3]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "boys1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-276.png">You slump down onto the floor, sitting awkwardly due to your tied hands, catching your breath. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is true>>You feel betrayed by your own body, because it reacted physically in quite a different way than you anticipated or wanted... <</if>>Don is breathing in heavily next to you, then you can feel his hands on your face, tugging at the blindfold. The living room is surprisingly bright and you have to squint your eyes for a moment to adjust. Don has pulled on his pants again, but he's not wearing a shirt. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>>He's smiling. "Let's get you out of those bindings."<<else>>He's looking at you, a bit disappointed. "Do as I say and you'll enjoy this a lot more. he warns you, then loosens up a bit, a trace of a smile on his face. "Let's get you out of those bindings."<</if>> <<if $day3_kept_clothes_on is true>>He pulls out the key to your bindings from his pocket, then kneels down next to you.<<else>>He goes upstairs to the bedroom, no doubt to fetch the key, then quickly returns downstairs, kneeling down next to you.<</if>> Still out-of-breath and feeling weak, you simply sit there, letting him untie you from the handcuffs pinning your arms behind your back... Finally, you have your freedom again, and vision. "How are you feeling?" Don queries. Let's see... You're sweaty, disoriented and exhausted. <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>And yet, despite everything he did, including nearly drowning you in the toilet, you feel good, in an unexplainable way.<<else>>But you also feel good, in a strange way.<</if>> You hands touch your neck... It's not hurting anymore. You reply... <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is false>><<if $day3_hard_punishment is false>>[['"Exhausted, but good..."'|Exhausted, but good...]]<<else>>[['Surprised by yourself, you say: "Exhausted, but good..."'|Exhausted, but good...]]<</if>><<else>>[['Surprised by yourself, you say: "Exhausted, but good..."'|Exhausted, but good...]]<</if>> [['"Like someone tore me in half..."'|Like someone tore me in half...]] <<set $linkText to "\"I don't know...\"">>[[$linkText|I don't know...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-277.png">Don nods his head. "Well, I'm taking a shower. Care to join me?" He's standing over you, offering his hand. "Don't worry, just a shower, nothing else." he adds as you hesitate... <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>It's not like you can forget what he did to you in there just a short while ago...<</if>> Finally, you say: [['"Sure..."'|Sure...]] <<set $linkText to "\"I'll shower after you...\"">>[[$linkText|I'll shower after you...]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"I'll shower before you...\"">>[[$linkText2|I'll shower before you...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-277.png">Don nods his head. "Maybe in time you'll learn to like it. Anyway, I'm taking a shower. Care to join me?" He says, ignoring your pain as he stands over you, offering his hand. "Don't worry, just a shower, nothing else." he adds as you hesitate... <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>It's not like you can forget what he did to you in there just a short while ago...<</if>> Finally, you say: [['"Sure..."'|Sure...]] <<set $linkText to "\"I'll shower after you...\"">>[[$linkText|I'll shower after you...]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"I'll shower before you...\"">>[[$linkText2|I'll shower before you...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-277.png">Don nods his head. "Well, I'm taking a shower. Care to join me?" He's standing over you, offering his hand. "Don't worry, just a shower, nothing else." he adds as you hesitate... <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>It's not like you can forget what he did to you in there just a short while ago...<</if>> Finally, you say: [['"Sure..."'|Sure...]] <<set $linkText to "\"I'll shower after you...\"">>[[$linkText|I'll shower after you...]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"I'll shower before you...\"">>[[$linkText2|I'll shower before you...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-280.png">You grab his arm and he effortlessly pulls you up. Then he guides you to the bathroom, letting you sit down and relax in the bathtub. He takes the shower head and brings it to the bathtub, showering you as you sit there relaxing. Exhausted, you simply sit under the shower rain, letting the warm drops wash away your sweat... A few feet away Don is removing his clothes, the little he still had on, then he offers you some shampoo. "I already washed my hair today..." you manage to say with a shake of your head. Don then offers you bodylotion instead. That you accept. The two of you take turns showering away the sweat and sex from your bodies. Finished, the two of you dry yourselves, Don finishing first, leaving you a moment alone in the bathroom. Eventually you're dry too. [[Return to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-280.png">He nods. "Sure." he says, leaving you alone in the living room. A very short moment later he returns from the bathroom, all done. "Your turn." Somehow you manage to stand up and make it to the bathroom, where you grab the shower head, bring it to the bathtub and slump down. Exhausted, you simply sit in the bathtub under the shower rain, letting the warm drops wash away your sweat... You wash away the sweat and sex from your body and dry yourself. [[Return to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-283.png">As you return, Don is standing near the front door, by the bags he brought with him. "Want to check out the clothes I bought you?" he asks, completely putting aside what he did to you just moments earlier. Wearing nothing but a towel, again, you glance at the bags by the front door... [['"Yes, show me the haul!"'|yes show clothing]] [['"Sure..."'|yes show clothing]] <<set $linkText to "\"I need some time alone first... If you don't mind.\"">>[[$linkText|I need some time alone first... If you don't mind.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-280.png">He nods. "Sure." he says, sitting down on the couch next to you. You prepare yourself mentally to stand up, then force your legs to co-operate. Somehow you manage to stand up and make it to the bathroom, where you grab the shower head, bring it to the bathtub and slump down. Exhausted, you simply sit in the bathtub under the shower rain, letting the warm drops wash away your sweat...You wash away the sweat and sex from your body and dry yourself. "Done. Your turn." you call out to Don. [[Return to the living room|Return but Don showers first]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-283.png">Don passes you in the living room, giving you a smile. You shy away from his gaze. Just a few moments later, he returns, all cleaned up. That was... Fast. "Want to check out the clothes I bought you?" he asks, completely putting aside what he did to you just moments earlier. Wearing nothing but a towel, again, you glance at the bags by the front door... [['"Yes, show me the haul!"'|yes show clothing]] [['"Sure..."'|yes show clothing]] <<set $linkText to "\"I need some time alone first... If you don't mind.\"">>[[$linkText|I need some time alone first... If you don't mind.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-288.png">"Great!" Don grabs the bags, placing them in front of the stairs. He gestures for you to go in. "Take your time. If you could sort them into two piles, the ones you want to keep, and the ones you want me to return, that'd be helpful." he says, leaving the bags outside the bedroom. "I'll be in the kitchen." You grab the bags, watching Don head to the kitchen, then you bring them with you into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. [[Check out the haul]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-283.png">He gives you a strange look, then shrugs. "Fine, I get it." he gestues in the general direction of the couch. "I'll just mind my own business here, watching some TV." he walks past you, slumping down in the couch. Grabbing the towel firmly, you make your way to the bedroom. Behind you, you can hear the theme-song of the TV show you watched earlier. "B.U.D.D.I.E.S! A brilliant classic. Love it." Don comments to himself. Before you head up the stairs, you glance back at Don. He's looking happy and relaxed... When you reach the bedroom, you close the door, then let the towel fall to the floor and curl up in the bed, burrying yourself in the soft blanket. From the living room, Don's laughter is joining the soundtrack of the show he's watching. You reflect on what just happened. Having read quite a bit of the book, "Fourty Shades of Brown", and hearing what Don said yesterday, you kind of knew what to expect... Still, being in the midst of it in reality was something completely different. In some ways, in a bad way... He quite literally hurt you and you almost passed out from his choking grip... But in other ways, it felt good, the pain enhanced the pleasure and the feeling of helplessness... Something about it felt liberating too. Confused, you shake your head, trying to rid your brain of these thoughts. Right now, you just need to not think about it for a moment... [[Rest for a while]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-286.png">You close your eyes an draw the blanket over your head, hiding yourself from the world. Slowly, your body relaxes, letting the tension of the moment wash away. A while later, you need to peak out and draw a fresh breath of air... From the living room, you can still hear Don watching the show. Must be some sort of marathon of multiple episodes in a row... [[You're ready to return to the living room|get back to living room]] [[You need a little while longer]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-286.png">Soon, but not yet... You turn to the side, gazing out of the window at the sun that has appeared after the rainfall. There are droplets covering the window, evidence of the storm. The trees outside are dripping. But it's calm outside. Closing your eyes, you listen to the wind rustling the leaves and the song of birds. A while later you awake again. It's still sunny outside, you can't have slept long. Don is watching something else in the living room, it doesn't sounds like the same show anymore. Right... Time to face your demon Amanda. In his current state, with Don's dark desires satisfied for today... As long as you keep him in a good mood, there shouldn't be any more problems today... [[Gather your courage and return to the living room|get back to living room]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-288.png">You gather your courage, then leave the safety of the blanket. You wrap the towel around yourself again, then walk downstairs... Don is still watching TV. He hears the creak of the stairs and glances in your direction, seeing you stand there. Then he shuts off the TV. "Ready to see the haul?" he asks, standing up. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead, he brings the bags to you, placing them just outside the bedroom. "Take your time. If you could sort them into two piles, the ones you want to keep, and the ones you want me to return, that'd be helpful." he says, leaving the bags in front of the stairs. "I'll be in the kitchen." You grab the bags, watching Don head to the kitchen, then you bring them with you into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. [[Check out the haul]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-290.png">There's quite a bit to unpack. You waste no time, throwing the contents of the bags up-side-down onto the bed, then categorizing items by type. There are multiple underwear, some plain, some rather revealing... The same can be said for the bras. In fact, upon closer inspection, it seems there's a pair of underwear and bra that fit together thematically. Right, makes sense... You test them all out, discarding those that are too small or too large. The discarded ones you put back into the bags. Right now you choose to wear black "bikini bottoms", at least that's what it says on the label, and a bra that matches the colors. Next, you move on to the skirts. There's two mini-skirts, one A-line skirt and one pencil skirt, at least according to the labels. Testing them out, you realize that all of them fit. You decide to keep them. Next, you move on to shirts. You find a tube top, a sleeveless shirt, a few t-shirts and a long-sleeved shirt. The tube top is way too small, and you're not too sorry to throw it back in the bag. The rest you decide to keep. You move on to pants. There's only two to choose from, a straight jeans and a skinny version. The skinny one is too skinny... You put it back in the bags. Finally, the socks. There's a whole bunch of them and after testing one pair, you realize they're all going to fit, so you don't waste time testing them all out. You keep them all. Now to choose your outfit... The A-line skirt seems interesting. It's green. You pick some neutral socks to go with it, then think for a moment. The sleeveless shirt is pink.There's a black and green t-shirt. And finally, the long-sleeved shirt is black. You decide that the best color combination, according to your limited knowledge, is green and black. You choose the long-sleeved shirt. Satisfied with your outfit, you return to the living room, the bag of not-accepted-clothes in your hand. You leave the bag by the front door. [[Show your outfit to Don]]s

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-291.png">You bring the bag of return-items next to the front door, making sure not to get too close to it... You don't want the failsafe system to shock you. Don is in the kitchen, and as you appear in the doorway, his attention immediately goes to you. His jaw drops... "My lord, you look stunning Amanda!" he gazes you up and down. "Spin around?" he suggests, his eyes fixated on you. Suddenly shy, you... [[Spin around]] [[Blush and say: "I'd rather not..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-291.png">Suddenly blushing a bit, you tell him that you'd rather not. He shrugs, giving you a final glance up and down, then returns his attention to the stove. [[Check what he's cooking]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-292.png">Suddenly blushing a bit, you spin around, letting the skirt flow around you. Don's eyes tell it all, he's mesmerized. "Wow, just wow..." is all he manages to say. [[Check what he's cooking]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-226.png">The house is already almost as clean as it can get... But you feel it's the least you can do to... To, in a way, compensate for not doing as he wanted. You scrub every surface you can think of, but it's almost 4 PM already, and Don will be back any second... Minutes go by, 5 past 4... 10 past 4... You glance at the clock every minute... When he finally does arrive, you don't even notice, you're too busy scrubbing the toilet. He's just suddenly standing there in the bathroom doorway, staring at you. Startled, you drop the scrubber in the toilet bowl and have to fish it out with your bare hands. "I'm cleaning the..." you begin to explain. "Whatever you're doing, it's not what I told you to do, and you know it perfectly well." he comments. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Prove to me that you understand your nature. Strip naked, right now, then fetch the blindfold and handcuffs from the bedroom, and do as I told you. Otherwise, I must punish you harshly. You cannot step outside your programmed nature." he warns, arms crossed. You stare at him. What did you think would happen? That he'd return home and be happy that you didn't do what he wanted... His face is serious... You'd best do as he says, or else... Or else what... You don't want to find out... [[Do as he says, start by taking off your clothes]] [[Refuse|refuse day 3]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-225.png">The house is already almost as clean as it can get... And you have no intentions of kneeling naked in the living room until Mr. Don returns... Instead, you put on the TV. The show "B.U.D.D.I.E.S" is still on. You slump back in the couch, trying to push away a growing sense of dread. Don will be back any moment now... Minutes go by... It's impossible to focus on the show as your thoughts again and again return to Don and what he'll do... You hear his car approaching, and then before you know it, he's there. Standing in the open front door. A shiver goes down your spine. He gives you a glance, then the TV, then drops a few plastic bags on the floor. Likely the clothes he brought you... "Forgot something?" he queries. You let out a nervous sigh, then shut the TV and look Don straight in the eyes , realizing that he's giving you a chance to redeem yourself and do as he said... Arms crossed, he's standing there by the closed front door, waiting for your answer... Finally, you muster the courage to say: <<set $linkText to "\"You're right, sorry, I'll to it right away!\"">>[[$linkText|You're right, sorry, I'll to it right away!]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"No, sorry, but what you ask... It's too much...\"">>[[$linkText2|No, sorry, but what you ask... It's too much...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-228.png">As weird as it sounds, you're willing to compromise. Yes, you will be on your knees like a good girl waiting for Don to get home. Heck, you'll even put on the blindfold and tie your arms behind your back... And yes, he's seen you naked more than once... You recall your session yesterday in vivid detail... But still you don't feel comfortable kneeling naked in the living room. It's a bit too humiliating... With those thoughts, you grab the blindfold, and the handcuffs, then return to the living room. You put the items on the table, in front of the couch. Right... This suddenly became very real... [[Put on the blindfold]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-262.png">Mentally, you prepare to let him explore your mouth further, but he suddenly takes out his thumb, and releases the grip on your hair. Shaking, you catch your breath, then feel the belt moving away from your back. "Let's see those sexy breasts of yours..." he comments and begins removing your shirt. It's getting hot in here... But you don't mind him removing your shirt, letting it fall... You can feel it landing behind you, trapped by the handcuffs behind your back. Your nipples suddenly become hard at the realization that they're completely exposed... You didn't have a bra to put on today after all, since Don destroyed the only one you had yesterday... "Beautiful. Stay right here." he comments, giving your perky breasts a gentle stroke... You can't help but shudder at his touch... But then he suddenly leaves you just sitting there. You blink in confusion into your blindfold. Where did he go!? But, you don't have to wait long. He's walking towards you, then behind you, crouching, taking you tied wrists into his hands... Your heart skips a beat from the sound of the handcuffs opening on one of your wrists. But you don't dare moving a muscle. Instead you kneel there silently as he slowly pulls away your trapped shirt, then locks the handcuffs back onto your wrist. "Good girl." he comments, standing up, his hand brushing over your arm all the way from your fingers to your shoulders. You let out a deep confused sigh, realizing you've been holding your breath the entire time. Why are your cheeks suddenly so hot, you wonder... [[Don stands in front of you again|Let him play with your mouth]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-232.png">With Don blocking your path out of the bathroom, you find yourself giving up. With shaking hands, you unbutton your shirt and let it fall to the bathroom floor. Don is eyeing you. Next, you open the clasp of your pants, then pull them away. They easily fall off, since they're a size too big... Don's eyes wander up and down your body, and you suddenly blush. You grab the clothes and begin to move past him. "I'll just... Go fetch the... Things..." you manage to explain, and he steps aside, letting you escape to the bedroom. He doesn't follow you. Quickly, you remove the rest of your clothes, leaving everything on the bedroom floor. Right... The blindfold, and the handcuffs... You open the locker, finding what you're looking for. What happened to not doing what he wanted? You really are doing this anyway, aren't you? So much for standing up to him... But that look he gave you... You don't want to find out what he would've done if you refused... You return to the living room, where you find Don, leaning against one of the walls, hands crossed. Your throat is suddenly dry and you hesitate... Where should you... Don points to a place on the floor, on the mat, in front of the couch. Right... Suddenly your legs are shaking as you make your way over to the center of the living room. You put the items on the low table... This is it... You give a final glance at Don, who nods his encouragement... [[Put on the blindfold|put on blindfold alt]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-239.png">"For fucks sake... Let's calibrate that matrix of yours..." he says, bursting into the bathroom, straight for you. He... what? You flinch back as his looming figure towers over you, but he painfully grabs you, preventing you from escaping. Tears are forming in your eyes as you struggle against his strong grasp, but he ignores your weak efforts. "I'm sorry Don, I'll do it! Just stop... Please! Don!" you cry and scream, but it's no use... "You had your chance..." he growls, then still holding you tight, drops you to your knees in front of the toilet. The impact makes your knees throbb from pain... He grabs your head in one hand, pushing you head first into the toilet bowl... [[Scream!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">Suddenly your heart beats faster and your hands start trembling. The thought of putting the blindfold on... You steel yourself, then slip it over your head. Complete darkness surrounds you as the thing presses soft leather over your eyes. It's tight and won't nudge if you shake your head or move. But it doesn't hurt. With fumbling hands, you... [[Lock the hand-cuffs on your left wrist|Lock the hand-cuffs on your left wrist alt]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">You can't see a thing, but you can feel the living room mat under your feet, the soft leather of the hand-cuffs around your left wrist. With quickening breaths, you put your hands behind your back, then wrap the hand-cuffs around your right wrist. You lock it in place. You're acutely aware of your complete nakedness and exposed body, tied and blindfolded as you are. With shaking legs, you lower yourself down to the floor, kneeling on the mat. You face the general direction of Don, or where you remember him standing... Your loudly beating heart and sharp breaths are the only sounds you hear. That, and the rattle of the handcuffs' chains when you shift positions. Luckily you chose to kneel on the mat, but it's still uncomfortable. You simply cannot find a comfortable position. [[Wait for Don to do something|wait for don alt]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-235.png"><<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>>"There. That wasn't so difficult. Maybe even a bit exciting? I'm pleased Amanda." he says, suddenly standing right in front of you. You glance up, naturally seeing nothing through the blindfold. "Thank you..." you manage to hesitantly whisper, then, finding your courage, you ask: "What... what happens now?" "Now, you simply enjoy what happens." Don replies, touching your cheek with his hand. The warmth of his palm on your skin sends shivers down your spine. Hand still on your cheek, his thumb starts rubbing you gently. [[Lean into his hand]] [[Do nothing|Lean into his hand]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-230.png">The look he's giving you... There's no telling what he'll do to you if you don't do as he wants... And thus, with shaking hands, you remove your shirt and let it fall to the floor. All the while Don is eyeing you. Next, you open the clasp of your pants, then pull them away. They easily fall off, since they're a size too big... Don's eyes wander up and down your body, and you suddenly blush. You grab the clothes and head over to the bedroom. He doesn't follow you. Quickly, you remove the rest of your clothes, leaving everything in the bedroom. Right... The blindfold, and the handcuffs... You open the locker, finding what you're looking for. What happened to not doing what he wanted? You really are doing this anyway, aren't you? So much for standing up to him... But that look he gave you... You don't want to find out what he would've done if you refused... You return to the living room, where you find Don, leaning against one of the walls, hands crossed. Your throat is suddenly dry and you hesitate... Where should you... Don points to a place on the floor, on the mat, in front of the couch. Right... Suddenly your legs are shaking as you make your way over to the center of the living room. You put the items on the low table... This is it... You give a final glance at Don, who nods his encouragement... [[Put on the blindfold|put on blindfold alt]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-225.png">He looks disappointed. "Too much? Really? Remember what we discussed?" he shakes his head. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Prove to me that you understand your nature. Strip naked, right now, then fetch the blindfold and handcuffs from the bedroom, and do as I told you. Or else, I'll punish you, as your behavioural matrix expects." he warns. There it is... The side of Don that likes to reinforce your android programming... You stare at him. What did you think would happen? That he'd return home and be happy that you didn't do what he wanted... His face is serious... You'd best do as he says, or else... [[Do as he says, start by taking off your clothes|You're right, sorry, I'll to it right away!]] [[You stare at him, then shake your head, saying: "No..."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-238.png">"I'm glad you said that..." he says, approaching fast. He... what? You flinch back as his looming figure towers over you, trying your best to crawl as far away as you can on the couch, then desperately trying to run away, heading to the kitchen... He painfully grabs your hair and you let out a cry in equal parts panic and pain. He's janking your head back, and all your can see is the ceiling. Tears are forming in your eyes as you struggle against his strong grasp, but he ignores your weak efforts, wrapping his arm around your arms, pinning them behind you. Cursing and kicking, you do your best to fend him off, but he suddenly lift you up effortlessly, taking up the flight of stairs easily, directly towards the bathroom! [[Cry out and say you're sorry!]] [[Curse him and struggle!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-238.png">You curse and shout at him, trying to hit and kick him whenever possible, but it's no use... He easily navigates the living room, bringing you into the bathroom... With force, still holding you tight, he drops you to your knees in front of the toilet. The impact makes your knees throbb from pain... He grabs your head in one hand, pushing you head first into the toilet bowl... [[Scream!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-238.png">"I'm sorry Don, I'll do it! Just stop... Please! Don!" you cry and scream, but it's no use... "You had your chance..." he growls and easily navigates the living room, bringing you into the bathroom... With force, still holding you tight, he drops you to your knees in front of the toilet. The impact makes your knees throbb from pain... He grabs your head in one hand, pushing you head first into the toilet bowl... [[Scream!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 2>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to $hardcore_punishment +1>> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-241.png">In hindsight, screaming was the worst possible thing you could've done in that instance... With one hand he pushes your head deep into the toilet bowl, your hair dropping into the filthy water below... Then water rushes at you from every side as Don flushes the toilet. It fills your mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes... You cough in shock and dry-heave from the smell and the sudden taste of dirty water in your mouth... With all your strength, you try to pull out, but he's much stronger than you, keeping you pinned, unable to move an inch. "Stop, please!" you scream into the bowl, your piercing shriek echoing in your ears. You're rewarded with another torrent of dirty water, soaking your hair, filling your every hole... This time you retch loudly, unable to handle the combination of the smell and the taste... Your lunch comes flowing out in long streams... Without giving you a moment's pause, Don flushes the toilet a third time, just as you're retching your lunch into the depths of the bowl.. The disgusting mix of your puke and the toilet's water rushes to greet you from all sides and you retch loudly again,, adding even more disgusting vomit to the mix... Your vomit gets everywhere, smearing your face, filling your nose, your ears. You can't even imagine how much is stuck in your hair. The water rushes away, but you still need to retch again, and again... This is the most disgusting thing you can possibly think of... "Have you learned your lesson?" Don asks, still pinning you to the toilet... You barely register his voice over the sound of your vomiting... Yes, you have learned your lesson... That Don is either a sadistic mother-fucker, or is using extreme methods to keep you within intended behavioural boundaries... Regardless, you are punished if you don't do as he says... You finally manage to get the retching under control long enough to say: [['"Yes..."'|Yes...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-241.png">"Yes, what?" he demands, still pinning you to the toilet. "Yes, I've learned my lesson..." you manage to stutter, spitting into the bowl. "Good, now clean yourself up." he says, releasing his grip. Grateful, but weak, you pull yourself away from the toilet, slumping down onto the bathroom floor next to the bathtub. Don washes his hands and is about to leave the bathroom, but hesistates by the door. "Look..." he says, without looking at you. "I'm sorry I had to do that. But I see no other way. Your neural network clearly needs strong negative association with disobedience to properly learn." Then he leaves you, closing the bathroom door behind him. You sit there, trying your best not to vomit again... You're dripping disgusting toilet water all over your shirt, soaking it... There's chunks of puke falling from your hair. You can't even begin to imagine how much is stuck in there. [[You're feeling utterly humiliated]] [[You're feeling angry]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-244.png">Timid, like a freightened animal, you approach the bathroom door. Slowly, you grab the handle, pulling it up inch by inch, peaking outside. You're wearing only a towel right now, protecting your modesty. Don is standing outside, patiently waiting for you. He orders you to following him downstairs, into the living room... You do as he says... "I hope you'll follow your programming now. I don't want to punish you again." he warns you, unnecessarily. You know better than to provoke him further... The will to fight literally washed away from you. You say nothing in response. "Prove to me that you don't need to be taught more discipline the hard way." he says, leaning back into the couch. "Drop the towel." he orders, just like that. It's nothing he hasn't seen before, of course, but he's clearly testing you... You really do not want to know what other forms of punishment he'll use if you continue refusing him... Reluctantly, you... [[Strip, letting the towel fall to the floor]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-244.png">Feeling sick, humiliated and weak, you begin to remove the dirty clothes. You throw them in the washing machine, then shower yourself clean. You cry silently as you do so, not understanding why Don would be so cruel, all the while repeatedly applying shampoo and body lotion to your hair and face, scrubbing your ears, nose, everything you can think of... Eventually, you're feeling somewhat clean. Next, your mouth. You wash your teeth with a heavy dose of toothpaste... Four times, just to make sure... Finally, you dry your hair and body on fresh towels, then steel yourself to meet Don again... For now, the safety of the bathroom door is separating the two of you... [[Get back to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-244.png">Feeling sick, weak and angry, you begin to remove the dirty clothes. You throw them in the washing machine, then shower yourself clean. You clench your fist in silence as you do so, not understanding why Don needs to be so cruel to enforce the expected programming on you, all the while repeatedly applying shampoo and body lotion to your hair and face, scrubbing your ears, nose, everything you can think of... Eventually, you're feeling somewhat clean. Next, your mouth. You wash your teeth with a heavy dose of toothpaste... Four times, just to make sure... Finally, you dry your hair and body on fresh towels, then steel yourself to meet Don again... For now, the safety of the bathroom door is separating the two of you... Eventually you find your courage. [[Get back to the living room]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-245.png">You loosen it up, then let the towel fall away, revealing your fully naked body for Don to see. You cover your breasts with your arm, and with your other arm try to cover your delicates. "That's more like it. Now, crawl over here." he demands. With suddenly shaking knees, you... [[Do as he says, crawl over to him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-247.png">The floor greets your exposed knees, and you lower yourself to all fours. Then, without glancing up, you slowly make your way over to the couch Don is sitting on. The floor changes to the mat, and you pass the low table that's in front of the couch. Finally, with a final hesitant step, you crawl in front of Don. You don't have the courage to look up, instead settling to looking at his socks... "Good. Now, are you going to be a good girl for the rest of the day?" he asks. <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>Being a good girl and doing what he says is not your strong suit... But after what he's done, your willpower is at an all-time low...<<else>>Being a good girl and doing what he says... At this point, your willpower is at an all-time low...<</if>> Shocked at yourself, you find yourself... [[Nodding weakly]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-247.png">Don makes a sound like he doesn't believe you. "Actions is all I care about, Amanda. Put your hands behind your back." he commands. You stare at his socks, then dare a small glance up. He's looking serious. "Don't make me repeat myself." he continues. Something in his eyes tells you you'd best do what he says... With trembling arms, you... [[Put your hands behind your back]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-249.png">You can't believe it, but you're doing it... You sit in a kneeling position in front of Don, then put your hands behind your back... This is beginning to feel like exactly what Don demanded of you earlier, which you refused to do, yet now... Here you are doing it anyway, having been humiliated into submission... Don stands up and walks behind you. "Don't move." he warns, grabbing your wrists. You can hear the rattle of handcuff-chains behind you... In shock, you realize he's about to lock your hands behind your back! Well, what did you expect, this is exactly what he wanted you to do yourself... Your heart is beating faster as you... [[Do not resist]] [[Having learned absolutely nothing at all from earlier, you pull away]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-249.png">You've learned your lesson and remain perfectly still, giving Don complete power over you. He locks your left wrist in the handcuffs, then the right. You give it a tug... They're firm, and with your arms tied behind your back, there's practically nothing you can do to stop Don from doing... With a sudden freightened realization you realize anything... Everything he can think of... "Good, you're learning. Hold still." he says. You can see he has a blindfold in his hand, reaching for your head... [[Let him blindfold you]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-250.png">You've learned no lesson whatsoever from earlier as you pull away, suddenly terrified of letting Don tie you up and make you completely vulnerable. It's clear he was expecting this, because he immediately walks away, and to your horror pulls the power from the failsafe device in the corner of the living room... You stare at him in raw shock, then before you have time to react, the electric shocks soar through you, making you roll on the floor in agony. Don lets you wriggle in pain for a moment, before plugging the device back into the power-socket... Then, while you remain drooling and disoriented on the floor, he snatches your wrists, locking the handcuffs on you behind your back. A moment later you cough, blink in confusion and get your bearings. You're lying down on the living room floor... Don is standing right next to you. Your arms... You can't move them. You give them a tug... The handcuffs are firm, and with your arms tied behind your back, there's practically nothing you can do to stop Don from doing... Well, anything he wants with you... Somehow you manage to get back up into a kneeling position... "What did I tell you about resisting and going against your programmed nature?" he starts, with a frustrated look on his face. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Be still now, I'll put a blindfold on you." [[Weak and disoeriented, you're unable to stop him from blindfold you|Let him blindfold you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-257.png">The pressure of the soft fabric against your face dims all light. It doesn't hurt, but's it's tight, enough so that you won't be able to shake it away without using your hands, which convenitely for Don are now tied behind your back... <<if $day3_refused_blindfold is true>>"Let me make one thing perfectly clear." Don says, grabbing your hair painfully. Still disoeriented, you let out a confused whimper, unable to form words in protest. "You'd best start behaving. Otherwise I must inflict more punishment so your neural network learns." he almost whispers, right next to your ear. Somehow and for some reason, you nod your head, not quite registering that you do so... "Good. Now, show me that you're a good girl and open your mouth." he commands.<<else>>"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Don says, stroking your hair. The loss of vision makes your other senses heightened. You're aware of his scent, his touch, the nuances in his voice... You can sense that he's beginning to be pleased with you, no longer angry from your earlier show of resistance... "Now, show me what a good girl you really are and open your mouth." he commands.<</if>> As he says it, he brings his other hand to your cheek, while the other remains on your head, digging deep into your hair. You can feel his thumb resting against your lower lip. Well, what did you expect he would want from you...? Suddenly you heart is beating faster... <<if $day3_refused_blindfold is true>>Don has thoroughly beaten the resistance out of you at this stage, and you weakly...<</if>> [[Open your mouth|open mouth]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-272.png">What he did to you in the toilet... You just cannot shake that from your memory, and here he is, demanding you blow him? You know better than to resist him, fully aware of the fact that you're bound and helpless, and he's made it clear you shouldn't fight your programming... And yet, you pull away, shutting your mouth firmly. "Have it your way..." Don says and the tone of his voice freezes you in panic. What is he... He suddenly grips your jaw, painfully forcing your mouth open. You cry out and pull further away, but he stops you, then shoves something metallic into your mouth. "wathhh tha hukk?" you protest loudly as Don straps something around your head, forcing the metallic object to be pinned in your mouth, connected to a strap that's securely fastened behind your head... "This is a ring-gag, for disobedient and naughty bdsm androids." Don explains. "thake ith outh!" you protest, trying to push it out by working your jaw and pushing with your tongue... Nothing works... The ring-gag, you realize is a metallic ring, hence the name... And it keeps your mouth wide-open... And holy fuck, the amount of drool... You're beginning to drip uncontrollably and have to lean back in order to stop it from falling into your naked breasts. "You look extremely hot in that, I must admit. I hope you don't mind me using your mouth for what it was made for, what what your programming demands it's used for." Don then says, grabbing your head with both his hands. You flinch, trying to pull away, but his fully erect cock brushes your lips, then penetrates your mouth... And there's not a thing you can do to stop it as his grip keeps you pinned down kneeling in front of him... His swollen cock slides in and out of your mouth and Don grunts in appreciation, forcefully tugging and bobbing your head in rhythm with his thrusts. You gag, drooling uncontrollably on yourself, then he suddenly yanks you towards him, lodging his cock deep in your throat, your nose brushing against his pubic hair... You retch loudly at the violent assault, realizing he just deep-throated you... There's nothing you can do but helplessly keep your mouth open, slurping and drooling as his throbbing dick throat-fucks you. In horror you realize that for some unexplainable reason, your pussy is getting a tiny bit wet from doing this! Soon, Don pauses his relentless assault... "Ahh... I want nothing more than to continue this. Your throat is fantastic Amanda." he pulls out of you, leaving a long trail of drool falling down your chin, down over your breasts... You gasp for air. "But I think I'll fuck you properly now." he says. He unstraps the the ring-gag, tossing it to the floor. Then, to your dismay, he puts something leathery around your throat... You realize it's his belt! Your airways are blocked as you try to protest, but he simply lifts you up by your neck, choking you on the belt. Your legs are weak, but find their footing as he pulls you up. The choking that prevents you from breathing briefly goes away as you stand on your own feet... [[Draw a deep breath!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-294.png">You glance over Don's shoulder. There's minced meat in the fryer. He sees your querying look. "I thought I'd make some pizzas." he says. There's no other ingredients out yet. <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>"Look, about earlier, when I dunked your head in the toilet..." he begins, turning his attention to you. The memory is still fresh in your mind... "I did not enjoy doing it." he says, apologetically. That is not what you expected him to say, because you find it hard to believe... "I didn't like it either..." you manage to reply, trying to read his expression. He shrugs. "I know. That's why it's so effective. You cannot stray from your programming. It's the only reason I did it." he explains, attempting to put you at ease. But at this point, you know exactly what kind of man Don is. He says he doesn't enjoy hurting you, but you doubt he's telling the truth. But as much as you hate it, you do need his help for the time being. Speaking of...<<else>>You change the subject...<</if>> "Did you make any progress on deactivating the failsafe?" he gives the minced meat a thoughtful stir. "Yes, actually, I did. But it's a lot more complicated than I thought..." he begins. "First, we're going to have to scramble the signal in a very specific way, we can't just block it or disable it. Secondly, we need to operate, removing the primary receiver and the primary shock-trigger inside of you. And thirdly, we need to identify and somehow disable all the secondary triggering-systems that expect to periodically receive a pulse from the primary trigger..." he lets out a sigh. "Especially that last part... Every android was built with a unique, secret, hash, or salt, if you will, that defines the locations and number of secondary triggers..." You're not sure what he's talking about. Don sees your confused expression. "To put it plain: I don't know where those secondary triggers are inside of you, nor how many there are, because I don't know the secret hash-number that was used in your failsafe assembly-phase..." You shake your head, confused. "Wait, I don't... Does that mean..." Don nods his head. "I'm afraid so. I can't just go digging inside you and hope I find them all. Operating on you... I mean, yes, you're an android, but you're still mostly organic. It's extremely risky." he stirs the minced meat again, then returns his attention to you. "But, don't lose hope. There could be a way to disable the triggers in another way. Essentially, we'd flush your system with suppressants that mimic the chemical signals sent by the primary trigger, ensuring that the secondary triggers always receive a positive value." Well, that's more like it. From Don's long pause now you sense he's not telling everything. [['"And the catch?"'|And the catch?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-294.png">"And the catch...?" you query, suddenly dreading the answer. He rubs his forehead as if in pain. "The... catch as you put it... Is that I don't know what the suppressant would be, nor its side-effects. We're talking about some sort of drug that you'd have to take for the rest of your life. And, that's not all, I also don't know how to scramble the signal between the box in the living room and the primary receiver inside of you. When we operate to remove the primary receiver, and the primary trigger, a tamper-proof switch will trigger... Which will kill you, unless we can scramble the signal in just the right way during the operation... I'll have to investigate more on all these topics..." he sighs, then, truly apologetically, face full of empathy, he says: "I'm sorry." This is all a bit too much to take in right now. You slump down in one of the chairs in the kitchen, staring out of the window at the afternoon sun illuminating the forest. In the background, Don is taking out all sorts of ingredients for the pizzas, as if he hadn't just shared some pretty heavy news to you, but you're barely aware of him right now. Looking at the bright side of things, there is a way... But, somehow knowing this doesn't make it feel better. Before this, the fix could've been anything and as easy as your imagination allowed it. Now knowing how dangerous and complicated it is... You're beginning to truly hate the researchers at Don's institute for every coming up with such a devious failsafe mechanism. Eventually, you gather yourself. "But you think you can do it?" you ask softly, still staring out of the window. Don's silence is not comforting as he thinks what to say. He puts a bag of flour on the kitchen table. "Everything is possible, yes. But, the trick is how I'll figure all of these things out without anyone at the institute becoming suspicious and looking into my activities..." Right, that makes sense... You simply nod at his answer. [['"Thank you."'|Thank you]] [[Say nothing|say nothing day 3]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-296.png">"Thank you Don." you say, sincerely. You begin to appreciate his efforts a bit more, now that you know just how complicated things are. He nods, a sad smile on his face. "Don't mention it." He brings out the rest of the things he needs, crushed tomatoes, tomate sauce, spices, flour, yeast, water, sugar, oil, salt, onions, pineapple, cheese... The list goes on. "Let's look at the positive side: We now know what to do, it's just the details that are blurry. How about a distraction, to think on something else? Want to help with the pizzas?" Don says, gesturing towards the mountain of ingredients. It sure does look like more than a one-man-job... [[Help him with the pizza]] [[You need to digest these news alone for a while]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-296.png">Your not paying attention anymore, the news are making your thoughts spiral into unpleasant places... Meanwhile, Don brings out the rest of the things he needs, crushed tomatoes, tomate sauce, spices, flour, yeast, water, sugar, oil, salt, onions, pineapple, cheese... The list goes on. He breaks the silence. "Let's look at the positive side: We now know what to do, it's just the details that are blurry. How about a distraction, to think on something else? Want to help with the pizzas?" Don says, gesturing towards the mountain of ingredients. It sure does look like more than a one-man-job... [[Help him with the pizza]] [[You need to digest these news alone for a while]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-298.png"><<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>>"Sure, I'll help." you say, grateful to get something else to think about. "Where do we begin?" Don smiles at your question, then starts explaining... [[You and Don spend the next two hours making the pizzas|pizzas done]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-299.png"><<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>>"I'd rather process this alone a moment..." you weakly manage to say and stand up, heading for the living room. "Sure, take your time." Don says behind you. The soft couch welcomes you and you lie down in the corner, curling up into a ball. Don is busy in the kitchen, scrambling with various bowls, but you're not paying attention to any of that. Instead, your mind is turned inwards, to the uncomfortable thought that maybe you'll never get rid of the failsafe... Or that something will go wrong when you do decide to attempt to remove it, and the tamper-switch triggers, killing you... You find that, despite all that has happened and your circumstances, you do prefer to live. The thought of dying fills you with dread and fear... Minutes go by, and Don is still busy in the kitchen. [[Watch some TV to distract yourself]] [[Help Don with the pizza]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-301.png">You put on the TV and curl back into a ball in the corner of the couch. You try to find something that'll cheer you up and distract you from the negative thoughts. [[Watch TV for a while|pizzas done]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-298.png"><<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>>Eventually, you gather yourself and wipe away tears you didn't realize had fallen down your cheeks. Standing up, you walk back to the kitchen. Don looks up in surprise. "I changed my mind. I'll help." you say, grateful to get something else to think about. Don is smiling, a genuinely happy smile. "Great! Here, do this..." he instructs... [[You and Don spend the next two hours making the pizzas|pizzas done]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png"><<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to false>><<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to false>>The two of you eat in silence, fully focusing on the movie and the pizzas. They taste heavenly. You actually find yourself drawn into the intense plot. Eventually, the pizzas are devoured and your hunger is satisfied. "I put the bag of clothes that didn't fit by the front door." You comment, still watching the movie. Don briefly glances in that direction. "Good, thanks. I hope you found enough that you liked?" he asks. You simply nod. Yes you did. Satisfied with your short answer, Don returns his attention to the movie. He really does like "Died Harder", doesn't he? You're beginning to see new sides of Don... A part of him that, in this moment, does not have a desire to hurt you in any way... [[Ask him about the newscaster called Amanda]] [[Ask him about the bio-electronic enhancers you saw in the ad]] [[Just watch the movie]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png"><<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>>You're curious about the coincidence, or if it indeed is a coincidence, that the newscaster's name was Amanda and the name Don chose to give you was also Amanda. "I watched the news yesterday." you begin. You think you see his shoulder tense, for a brief moment, but it could've been him just reacting to your voice interrupting the movie. Without turning his attention to you, he asks: "Something interesting?". "Yes. Did you know that the newscaster on BB News is also an Amanda?" you try to read his reaction and Don's smile betrays it all. "I know. She's hot, isn't she?" he now turns to face you, giving you a wink and a broad smile. "What, you want to fuck her, is that why you chose to give me her name??" you ask, in shock at his statement. He waves his hand as if to dismiss the thought. "No! Of course not. I was just messing with you." he smiles, turning his attention back to the movie. You're not sure if he really is messing with you, or is trying to brush the topic away. You're not satisfied with the answer... "So, where did you come with the name, then?" you grill him. He shrugs. "You really want to know?" [['"Yes!"'|Yes!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png"><<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>>You're curious about the bio-electronic body-enhancers that you saw on TV. "I saw a commercial about some bio-electronic implants." you begin. Does Don look a bit uncomfortable at this question? No, it's probably nothing... "Yeah, I know about those. They're part of the spin-off products from the AIRI research institute. Technology developed jointly by us and another company." he says, turning to face you. "What about them?" Well, whatever you expected Don to say, that wasn't it. "So this other company, they sell them to anyone?" you ask. "Pretty much, yeah. Or they're trying to. They haven't really been a huge success, that I know." he shrugs. "But they did have some pretty advanced technology, which is why we partnered with them when we started to research more advanced AI androids." he continues, then returns his attention to the movie, like it settles the discussion. A sudden bad feeling comes over you, and you must ask: "And an energy-meter like this..." you point to your wrist. "Was developed by the other company?" you dread his answer, but Don calmly nods his head. "Yes, by request from us. The models weren't always as advanced as you are, which is why we needed an easy-to-use alternative way for signalling hunger and thirst. In you, it's a legacy feature." he once again returns his attention to the movie. Right... You decide to drop the subject for now. [[Watch the movie|Just watch the movie]] <<if $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name is false>>[[Ask him about the newscaster called Amanda]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png">"Yes!" you say, like it's clear as day. He leans back in the couch, a wrinkle on his forehead. "Well... There was this girl in high-school that I had a crush on..." he says, and you regret asking. "Amanda?" you ask, knowing the answer... He nods. "I never had the courage to ask her out. But I still think it's a nice name." he sees your hesitation. "You look nothing like her, trust me. I only chose that name because it has a nice ring to it, alright?" he holds up both hands as if accepting defeat. "You wanted to know, now you know. Believe what you want." smiling, he returns his attention to the movie. You're not sure if you believe him or not... [[Watch the movie|Just watch the movie]] <<if $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers is false>>[[Ask him about the bio-electronic enhancers you saw in the ad]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png"><<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>><<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>>The two of you continue watching the movie "Died Harder", where the protagonist is currently climbing in some ventilation shafts, trying to avoid the antagonists. An hour later the credits roll on the screen. Don turns his attention to you. "Well, what did you think? Pretty good, right?" You have to think for a moment... It was entertaining, wasn't it..? You reply: [['"It was very good, yeah!"'|It was very good, yeah!]] [['"It was alright."'|It was alright.]] [['"It was mediocre, at best."'|It was mediocre, at best.]] [['"Nah, pretty boring actually."'|Nah, pretty boring actually.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png">Don's face lights up. "Better than alright I'd say. A true classic!" he glances at the clock, then sighs. It's already 8 PM. "I have to get back to town before it gets darker." he says, then starts clearing the table from dishes. You... <<set $linkText to "Say: \"You can go, I'll clean up after us.\"">>[[$linkText|Say: You can go, I'll clean up after us.]] [[Silently help with cleaning up after you]] [[Silently sit on the couch]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png">Don's face lights up. "I know! It's a classic for sure." he glances at the clock, then sighs. It's already 8 PM. "I have to get back to town before it gets darker." he says, then starts clearing the table from dishes. You... <<set $linkText to "Say: \"You can go, I'll clean up after us.\"">>[[$linkText|Say: You can go, I'll clean up after us.]] [[Silently help with cleaning up after you]] [[Silently sit on the couch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png">Don shakes his head, then laughing says: "No way! It's a damned classic for sure." he glances at the clock, then sighs. It's already 8 PM. "I have to get back to town before it gets darker." he says, then starts clearing the table from dishes. You... <<set $linkText to "Say: \"You can go, I'll clean up after us.\"">>[[$linkText|Say: You can go, I'll clean up after us.]] [[Silently help with cleaning up after you]] [[Silently sit on the couch]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-303.png">Don looks at you like you're an alient. "What? Died Harder is near damn perfection when it comes to cinema! A damned classic!" he grunts in despair, then glances at the clock, sighing. It's already 8 PM. "I have to get back to town before it gets darker." he says, then starts clearing the table from dishes. You... <<set $linkText to "Say: \"You can go, I'll clean up after us.\"">>[[$linkText|Say: You can go, I'll clean up after us.]] [[Silently help with cleaning up after you]] [[Silently sit on the couch]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-312.png">Don looks back, half-way to the kitchen. "Oh, alright. Thanks." he puts the things he was carrying in the sink, then goes to the bathroom. You clean up and wash the dishes. Then, when you're finished, you head back to the living room. Don is by the front door, grabbing the bag of clothing that you did not want to keep. You find yourself... [['Asking: "Why do you have to leave every evening?"'|Asking: Why do you have to leave every evening?]] [['Asking: "No requests for tomorrow...?"'|Asking: No requests for tomorrow...?]] <<set $linkText to "Saying: \"I'll see you tomorrow.\"">>[[$linkText|Saying: I'll see you tomorrow.]] [[Saying nothing|say nothing day 3 don goes away]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-313.png">You help Don do the cleaning up and washing of the dishes. Then, when you're finished, he heads for the front door, grabbing the bag of clothing that you did not want to keep. You find yourself... [['Asking: "Why do you have to leave every evening?"'|Asking: Why do you have to leave every evening?]] [['Asking: "No requests for tomorrow...?"'|Asking: No requests for tomorrow...?]] <<set $linkText to "Saying: \"I'll see you tomorrow.\"">>[[$linkText|Saying: I'll see you tomorrow.]] [[Saying nothing|say nothing day 3 don goes away]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-314.png">You let Don do the cleaning up and washing of the dishes. Then, when he's finished, he heads for the front door, grabbing the bag of clothing that you did not want to keep. You find yourself... [['Asking: "Why do you have to leave every evening?"'|Asking: Why do you have to leave every evening?]] [['Asking: "No requests for tomorrow...?"'|Asking: No requests for tomorrow...?]] <<set $linkText to "Saying: \"I'll see you tomorrow.\"">>[[$linkText|Saying: I'll see you tomorrow.]] [[Saying nothing|say nothing day 3 don goes away]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png"><<set $day3_why_leave_question to true>>"Why do you have to leave every evening?" you find yourself asking, hands crossed. You're not sure why you asked... Do you want him to stay longer? Or even spend the night...? Or maybe you're just curious... Don simply answers: "It's a pretty long drive to the institute in the morning from here, but much closer from my apartment in town." His answer makes sense... Next, you find yourself... <<set $linkText to "Saying: \"I'll see you tomorrow.\"">>[[$linkText|Saying: I'll see you tomorrow.]] [[Saying nothing|say nothing day 3 don goes away]] <<if $day3_no_requests_question is false>>[['Asking: "No requests for tomorrow...?"'|Asking: No requests for tomorrow...?]]<<else>><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>[['Asking: "Can you stay the night...?"'|Asking: Can you stay the night...?]]<</if>><</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png"><<set $day3_no_requests_question to true>>A bit worried, but also relieved, you find yourself asking: "No requests for tomorrow?" his smile answers everything. "No, but don't worry, I have something special planned..." he reveals. Of course he does... Next, you find yourself... <<set $linkText to "Saying: \"I'll see you tomorrow.\"">>[[$linkText|Saying: I'll see you tomorrow.]] [[Saying nothing|say nothing day 3 don goes away]] <<if $day3_why_leave_question is false>>[['Asking: "Why do you have to leave every evening?"'|Asking: Why do you have to leave every evening?]]<<else>><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>[['Asking: "Can you stay the night...?"'|Asking: Can you stay the night...?]]<</if>><</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png">You watch Don pack his things, put on his shoes and coat, grab the bag of clothing and head for the door. "Well, hopefully I'll have some good news tomorrow. I'll be back at 4 PM again. Bye." he waves. You wave back. "See you tomorrow." you reply. Smiling, he leaves, closing the front door behind him. [[Exhausted, sit on the couch for a moment]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png">You watch Don pack his things, put on his shoes and coat, grab the bag of clothing and head for the door. "Well, hopefully I'll have some good news tomorrow. I'll be back at 4 PM again. Bye." he waves, but you don't wave back. He doesn't seem to mind as he smiles and leaves, closing the front door behind him. [[Exhausted, sit on the couch for a moment]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png"><<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>>This has been a roller-coaster of a day...<<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>> Don's punishments for disobedience are completely different than you imagine, as evident by him almost drowning you in dirty toilet-water and your own vomit... <<if $day3_refused_blindfold is true>>And his use of the failsafe device to give you an electric shock, rendering you completely powerless to resist him as he tied your hands and put a blindfold on you... <<if $day3_ring_gag is true>>And when you refused to just straight-up suck his cock like a dirty slut after that, he forcefully put a ring-gag in your mouth, practically fucking your face as punishment...<</if>><</if>> You shake your head at the thought.<</if>> The way he made you feel when you knelt in front of him... Him choking you with his leather belt and taking you from behind, bent over the couch like that... And then just being a completely different person, making pizza, watching a movie, continuing to help with deactivating the failsafe... To say you have mixed feelings would be an understatement. After everything that has happened today, you can't help but feel... [[...more distant from Don.]] [[...a bit closer to Don.]] [[... undecided.]] <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>><<if $day3_is_not_angry is false>>[[...angry with Don.]]<</if>><<else>>[[...a lot closer to Don.]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png">Your voice quavers as you ask: "Can you stay the night...?" Something about the way you asked makes him stop, with just one shoe on. He looks at you a long moment, then finally asks: "Are you sure that you really want me to stay?" You literally just asked, but now, you don't know... After everything he's done to you yesterday, today... After all that, do you want him to spend the night? Whatever the reason why you asked in the first place, you now say.. <<if $day3_hard_punishment is false>>[['"Yes, I do."'|Yes, I do.]]<<else>>[['"Yes, I do."'|yes but don says no]]<</if>> <<set $linkText to "\"No, you're right, it's best if you don't...\"">>[[$linkText|No, you're right, it's best if you don't...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-330.png">Considering what Don has been doing to you, you're surprised by yourself when you say: "Yes, I do." In that moment, when you utter the words, you realize that his company is welcome, when all is said and done. Maybe you're beginning to feel a connection, or comfort, in his presence. The fact that he continues to help you with the failsafe even when it has proven to be more difficult than anticipated surely helps as well. Don looks genuinely speechless. He hesitates. "Well... Just remember that I'll have to leave early if I wish to make it in time for work." he warns. You nod and say: "I don't mind." Relief on his face, he then takes off the one shoe he'd managed to put on and comes back to the living room. "Alright. Want to watch something else?" he asks, coming over to you. Suddenly you just want to spend time with him, doing whatever. It doesn't really matter. "Sure." the two of you sit back on the couch. [[Sit right next to Don]] [[Sit a few feet away from Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png">You answer truthfully: "No, you're right, it's best if you don't." Don nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Somewhere between relief and disappointment, confusingly. He simply nods his understanding. You watch him pack his things, put on his other shoe and coat, grab the bag of clothing and head for the door. "Well, hopefully I'll have some good news tomorrow. I'll be back at 4 PM again. Bye." he waves. You wave back. "See you tomorrow." you reply. With a final glance back, he leaves, closing the front door behind him. [[Exhausted, sit on the couch for a moment]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-315.png">You don't know why you say it, considering how Don treated you today, but you say: "Yes, I do." Maybe you do forgive him. Maybe you want him to stay because you're really beginning to feel a connection, or comfort, in his presence. The fact that he continues to help you with the failsafe even when it has proven to be more difficult than anticipated surely helps... Whatever the reason, you do want him to stay the night. Don slow nods, then shakes his head. "Thank you, but I'll have to decline. Maybe another day?" he says, an unreadable expression on his face. Disappointed, you nod and watch him pack his things, put on his other shoe and coat, grab the bag of clothing and head for the door. "Well, hopefully I'll have some good news tomorrow. I'll be back at 4 PM again. Bye." he waves. You wave back. "See you tomorrow." you reply, disappointed that he didn't want to stay. With a final glance back, he leaves, closing the front door behind him. [[Exhausted, sit on the couch for a moment]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png">Too much has been said and done, leaving you completely unable to make up your mind about how you feel about Don. On the one hand, he continues to demand things from you, this is true, but thus far it's nothing you can't handle... You think. In exchange for those things, he continues to help you... And then the moments after where he acts like a friend, if you can call him that, given the unique set of circumstances you find yourself in... Don is a complicated man, and this is a complicated situation. You're not sure how you're supposed to feel. [[Watch some news, then go to bed early]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png">His actions speak louder than his words. Firstly, he continues to demand things from you... Things that you did not expect to be doing, let alone be punished for if you don't... Still, one way or another, you end up doing what he wants, always. In exchange for doing those things, Don continues to help you... And then the moments after where he tries to act like a friend, if you can even call him that, given the unique set of circumstances you find yourself in... Don is a man who likes to take advantage of a helpless woman, or android in your case. This is clear to you. And you're not growing closer to him, that's for sure. Still, you do need his help, this you cannot deny... For the time being, maybe it's best to stay on his good side, even if you dislike the thought... [[Watch some news, then go to bed early]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png">After everything is said and done, you feel a bit closer to Don after today. Sure, he continues to demand things from you, this is true, but thus far it's nothing you can't handle. In exchange, he continues to help you. A strange friendship of sorts has formed between you, if you can call it that, given the unique set of circumstances you find yourself in. [[Watch some news, then go to bed early]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png">You would never have willingly found yourself in the situation that you do. Don's actions speak volumes louder than his words... The way that he continuously demands things from you and punishes you in the worst imaginable ways... You shudder at the memory if him flushing the toilet on your face multiple times... And the things he did to you after... One way or another, he always gets what he wants, and you can either give it to him willingly and hate it, or suffer punishment and then do it, hating it even more... And then he tries to prevent everything is normal after it all, acting like a friend, which he sure as hell is not... No, Don is pure and simply a man who likes to take advantage of a helpless woman, or android in your case. And you realize now that you are angry with him. Still, you do need his help, this you cannot deny... For the time being, maybe it's best to stay on his good side, even if you hate the thought... [[Watch some news, then go to bed early]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 2>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-322.png">After everything is said and done, you feel quite good about today. Don continues to demand things from you, this is true, but you enjoy those moments after-the-fact enough to make it worth it. Worth his continued help and even friendship of sorts, if you can call it that, given the unique set of circumstances you find yourself in. [[Watch some news, then go to bed early]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-301.png">The news seems to be the best source of information about the goings-on of the world, you've come to realize. And that's probably why they're called news... You grab the remote, browsing until you find BB News. The familiar voice of Amanda, the newscaster, greets you. "Welcome to BB News. I'm Amanda Holland, your newscaster this evening." She begins: "Protests continue to erupt in Denmark, following the corruption allegations of former secretary of state Johan Larsen. Over 2200 people have been arrested, the police say, and twenty people have died nationwide in the protests." It looks like things are escalation fast in this place called Denmark. You hope the protesters know what they're doing and that they're fighting for a good cause... Amanda the newscaster continues: "The body of Jessica Woodsman was found just hours ago." On screen the news show police officer's searching a woody landscape. "The three girls Emma Johnsson, Jessica Woodsman and Hanna Downton went missing over three months ago. The body of Emma Johnsson was found earlier this week. All girls studied at the University of Cambridge." You glance out of the window. Do all forests in England, the country that Don says you're located in, look the same? You glance at the TV screen. Yeah no, the trees are probably the same sort, but that's where the similarities end. The newscaster continues: "Oil prices have once again risen sharply after Saudi Arabia has cut production of oil by two million barrels per day. The wide-spread panic of oil shortages have lead to mile-long queues to gas-stations in almost every country, including the UK. The official government guideline is to only buy what you need and not panic-buy in quantity." Huh. Panic is never good. At least people have something else to think about now than the potential threat of artificial intelligences taking over the world... "That's it for now. I've been Amanda Holland, and this was BB News." Right. Well, you sure as hell don't feel better after watching the news... [[Go to bed|go to bed day 3]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-329.png">After washing you teeth and freshening up, you decide to get some well-needed shut-eye. After today, you're exhausted. You're unsure if it's Don's treatment of you or the amount of pizza, or the lack of sleep the previous night due to the storm, but you really need some sleep right now... You fall asleep almost instantly... [[Sleep|sleep day 3 end]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-331.png">As Don chooses a place to sit on, you deliberately sit right next to him as he reaches for the remote. He doesn't comment on your closeness, but he's smiling with his eyes, clearly happy that you asked him to stay. Soon, another movie is playing from the TV, this one's called "Penance" and features a woman in a gorgeous green dress. You think the main actress Ceira Nightly is stunningly beautiful and are instantly drawn to the plot. [[Cuddle with Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-331.png">The two of you sit back down on the couch and Don reaches for the remote. You can see he's smiling with his eyes, clearly happy that you asked him to stay. Soon, another movie is playing from the TV, this one's called "Penance" and features a woman in a gorgeous green dress. You think the main actress Ceira Nightly is stunningly beautiful and are instantly drawn to the plot. [[Cuddle with Don]] [[Watch the movie|Watch the movie no cuddle]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-333.png">You shuffle closer, leaning on Don, feeling his warmth. He wraps his arm around you and you cuddle closer. Now, when he's not actively trying to hurt you in any way or dominate you, Don is a completely different person... You watch the movie, chit-chatting about various unimportant topics, commenting on the things that are happening on-screen. Half-way through the movie, you're beginning to feel tired and lie down on the couch, head resting on Don's lap. He gently strokes your hair while to two of you continue watching the movie. His touch is calming and warm. When the credits roll for the movie you cry at the unfairness that the two lovers of the plot never got to reunite. A tear falls on your face from above. Wait, is Don...? You glance up. He's trying his best to hide that he's also been crying. "Got something in my eye..." he explains, trying to blink away his tears. In that brief moment, something flutters in your heart, seeing him vulnerable like this... [[Kiss Don]] [[Don't kiss him, just sit back up on the couch|Sit back up on the couch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-334.png">The two of you watch the movie, chit-chatting about various unimportant topics, commenting on the things that are happening on-screen. You can feel yourself being drawn into the plot, rooting for the two lovers. Don is equally drawn to the plot of the movie, you can tell. When the credits roll for the movie you cry at the unfairness that the two lovers of the plot never got to reunite. You glance at Don through teary-eyes. Is he also crying? He sees you gaze and tries his best to hide that he's also been crying. "Got something in my eye..." he explains, trying to blink away his tears. You did not know he had such a soft side. [[Wipe away your tears|Sit back up on the couch]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-335.png">You sit up on the couch, no longer resting your head in Don's lap, then you lean in close, searching for his lips with yours. It's clear he wasn't expecting it, because at first he doesn't understand what you're doing. Then, your lips connect, and you can taste the salt from his tears on your lips and your tongue. His lips are soft, gently caressing yours. Your tongues briefly meeting, tasting each-other, as you gingerly explore his mouth. You shudder, pulling away momentarily. Don doesn't stop you. For a few intense heart beats, you simply look at each other. Then, he breaks the silence. "Great movie..." he whimpers softly and starts crying again. You can't help it, you also start crying. "Better than Died Harder... Excuse me..." he stands up, heading upstairs and the bathroom, where you hear him blowing his nose. Then he returns. Eventually, the two of you calm down and close the TV. It's already a bit past 10 PM and dark outside. The two of you wash your teeth, then you head to the bedroom. "I'll sleep on the couch." Don says softly, not meeting your gaze. "I'll just grab a some blankets and a pillow..." he continues, heading upstairs to the bedroom. You follow him. [[Suggest that he sleep with you in the bed instead]] [[Let him sleep on the couch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-336.png">You wipe away your tears and sit straight in the couch, and you can see that Don is doing the same thing. "Great movie." Don whimpers softly and starts crying again. You can't help it, you also start crying. "Better than Died Harder... Excuse me..." he stands up, heading for the bathroom, where you hear him blowing his nose. Eventually, the two of you calm down and close the TV. It's already a bit past 10 PM and dark outside. The two of you wash your teeth, then you head to the bedroom. "I'll sleep on the couch." Don proclaims. "I'll just grab a some blankets and a pillow..." he continues, heading upstairs to the bedroom. You follow him. [[Suggest that he sleep with you in the bed instead]] [[Let him sleep on the couch]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-354.png">The next morning, you awake alone in the large master bedroom by the bright morning light. You glance at the clock. It's 8 AM. Well, you've got a whole day ahead of you before Don comes back, hopefully with some good news about how to disable the failsafe... [[Get ready for a new day]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-337.png">When you reach the bedroom, Don walks past you, but you put a hand on his shoulder. He stops. "No need, we can share the bed." you say, letting your hand fall. Again he smiles with his eyes more so than his lips. "Alright, if you're sure?" he queries. You nod your head. Yes, you're sure. "Okay then." his smile is genuine as he shuts the bedroom light, then heads to the other side of the bed. He sees the look on your face. "Was this your side?" he asks with raised eyebrows. "Yes, but that's fine..." you answer, and begin to undress. He gives you a smile that makes you blush as you do, and then he does the same. He keeps his boxers on and goes to bed, resting on his back with closed eyes. It's warm tonight, the blanket lying forgotten next to him. You silently admire the muscles on this stomach as you finish undressing, leaving on only your underwear. Then you slip into the bed next to him. <<if $day3_kissed_don is true>>[[Try to sleep]]<<else>>[[Try to sleep|sleep no sex]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-348.png"><<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to true>>He grabs two of the many blankets in the bed, and a pillow, then heads back downstairs to the couch. From the stairs, you glance after him into the living room where he's preparing his temporary bed. He puts one blanket on the couch, throws the pillow on top of it, then undresses to his boxers. When he gives you a glance you pretend you weren't watching. Then he slinks under the other blanket, letting out a long sigh. "Good night." he calls from the couch, not looking up. "Good night." you reply, walking upstairs and closing the bedroom door. Undressing, it's your turn to slink under a blanket. After today, you're exhausted. You're unsure if it's Don's treatment of you or the amount of pizza, or the lack of sleep the previous night due to the storm, but you really need some sleep right now... You fall asleep almost instantly... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-349.png"><<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>>After today, you're exhausted. You're unsure if it's Don's treatment of you or the amount of pizza, or the lack of sleep the previous night due to the storm, but you really need some sleep right now... It's strangely comforting to have Don sleeping next to you in the bed. You glance over, where the steady rise and fall of his chest signals that Don is already approaching dream-land. You too close your eyes, listening to the rhythm of this breath. You fall asleep almost instantly... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-337.png">After today, you're exhausted. You're unsure if it's Don's treatment of you or the amount of pizza, or the lack of sleep the previous night due to the storm, but you really need some sleep right now... It's comforting to have Don sleeping next to you in the bed. You glance over, where the steady rise and fall of his chest signals that Don is already approaching dream-land. You too close your eyes, listening to the rhythm of this breath. But sleep doesn't come. For one, it's especiallt warm tonight. With the blanket it's too hot, and so you leave it alone... You turn in the bed, first left, then uncomfortable, to the right. You're sure that Don is already asleep, based on his deep breaths. Sneaking a glance at Don, you notice that his eyes are closed. He really is asleep isn't he? Suddenly you get an urge to rest your head on his chest and snuggle with him... Blushing, you wonder where these thoughts came from? Then, silently, you decide to... [[Cuddle with him|cuddle in bed]] [[Not risk waking him|Let him sleep]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-354.png">The next morning, you awake to the sound of something happening in the kitchen. You glance at the clock, it's only 6 AM! Well, Don wasn't kidding about needing to get up early... You sneak out from the bedroom, wrapping yourself in a blanket. Don is just finishing his breakfast and is in the process of cleaning the dishes after him, you realize that must've been the sound that awoke you. "Morning! Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." he says, just finished with the dishes. "That's fine... You're leaving already?" he nods. "I'd love to stay longer, but I need to get back to work. It's a long drive to the institute from here. Besides, how else will I learn more about how to disable the failsafe?" he says and heads over to the front door. Still wrapped in the blanket, and barely awake, you follow him and watch him grab the bag of clothes that were too small or you didn't like. <<if $day3_kissed_don is true>>"Look, about last night..." he begins, clearly referring to the fact the two of you kissed after the last movie... "It was nice, don't get me wrong. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I still want what I always wanted. Nothing has changed in that regard." he looks you in the eyes, trying to see if you truly understand.<<else>>"Alright, I'll see you later today then. With a special surprise." he gives you a smile and a wink, then heads to the front door.<</if>> <<if $day3_kissed_don is false>>[[Say goodbye]]<<else>>[[You do understand and nod.]] [[You don't understand, but nod anyway...]] [[You don't understand and confused, ask what he means]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-349.png">No, best to not risk waking him, you decide. Eventually, you too fall asleep, exhaustion finally catching up with you... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-339.png">Trying your best not to wake him, you slowly and carefully snuggle up against him. You can feel the heat from his body, making the night even hotter... But you find that you don't care. It's more comfortable sleeping here... You close your eyes, trying to sleep... You could make yourself even cozier if you want to... [[Put your arm around him and hug him|Cuddle under his blanket]] [[No this is fine, don't disturb him more|Let him sleep]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-340.png">As carefully and slowly as you place your arm around him, then snuggle up against him, taking in a deep breath of his scent as you do. He's still lying on his back, but his face is looking away from you, the calm breathing of his chest showing no signs of waking up. Ah, this is much better. His chest rising calmly puts you at ease and your own breaths deepen. You can feel the pulse of his beating heart under your hand. [[Satisfied, you fall asleep]] [[Snuggle even closer]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-349.png">Finally warm and comfortable, your breath deepends to match that of Don's. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-341.png">You wrap your leg around him as well, hugging him for warmth. His scent is intoxicating and you find yourself breathing in deep, no longer trying to calm yourself and sleep, but to catch as much of his scent as possible. Your hand resting on him absent-mindedly starts to wander over his stomach and naked chest, feeling the muscles on his body... Either he's awake and flexing, or, he's got very defined muscles even in his sleep... [[Snap out of it, just sleep|Satisfied, you fall asleep]] [[Explore further]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-341.png">You can't help yourself. Suddenly intrigued by the sleeping Don, you explore further, your hand brushing over his arm, back over his chest, over belly, down to his legs... You hands are stopped by an obstacle. You flinch, drawing back your hand. Don's deep breaths continue like nothing happened... Did you just... Does he have? You wait a moment to ensure that he is, in fact, sleeping. He shows no signs of being awake, no hint of a smile at you touching his erect penis through the boxers... He remains peaceful asleep. Danger over for now, you... [[Touch him down there again]] [[Stop and go to sleep]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-349.png">You feel like you've explored quite enough already. Warm and comfortable, your breath deepends to match that of Don's. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-343.png"><<set $day3_played_with_cock to true>>Curious at a Don who isn't trying to force his will on you, you continue exploring with your hand. His fully erect dick is stretching his boxers. How can he have a hard boner, and be asleep, at the same time? A good dream? Your hand brushes the fabric of his boxers, testing to see how he reacts. Nothing. In the clear, you carefully pull down his boxers, letting his dick stand tall on its own. It falls over onto his stomach, no longer bound by the constraints of the boxers. You notice that it goes up a tiny bit past his belly-button.. You let your hand caress the surface of his cock and it throbs from your touch. This thing has a conscience of its own! You're sure that Don is going to wake up at any moment, but he doesn't... His throbbing cock remains erect, responding to your touch. You gently roll back-and-forth the skin at the tip of his cock... [[That was interesting, but it's time to stop now.]] [[Curious, you continue.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-349.png">You feel like you've explored quite enough already. You carefully put his dick back into his boxers... It takes a moment for you to calm down again, but eventually your breath deepends to match that of Don's. Then it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-343.png">You continue stroking his cock, grabbing it firmer in your hand, doing gentle deep strokes up and down his shaft. Suddenly he moans and turns your way! Paralyzed, you simply lie there, hand clutching his cock, staring at his face for any signs that he's awake. Instead, his breath continue to be deep, and he moans again. Your hand is still firmly grasping his cock. Slowly, you loosen your grip. He's still asleep, you think... [[You realize then that you don't care if he wakes up, continue]] [[You don't want to push it, go to sleep|That was interesting, but it's time to stop now.]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla3">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-345.png">It has been thrilling, trying to keep him asleep while exploring him and the full length of his shaft. But suddenly you realize that you don't mind if he wakes up... You want to touch him, badly. The Don sleeping next to you right now is like a completely different Don from the dominant-Don from earlier today. Encouraged and even a bit aroused, you continue stroking his cock, no longer caring if he wakes up. Your efforts are rewards as his moans deeper, then you can see his eyes flutter. Slowly, he begins to wake up, and takes a confused look around. Then your eyes meet. His dick is in your hand, and you slowly continue stroking it without stopping, letting him realize on his own what you're doing. A few seconds later he glances down, sees you hand, then glances up, seeing the soft smile on your lips. He's about to say something, but you put a finger on his lips. "Sshhh... Just relax..." you say, still stroking him gently but firmly. Confused and still half-asleep, but not about to protest at all, he lies back down, giving you full access to his cock... You stroke it gently, keeping an eye on him and his reaction. He's closed his eyes, groaning softly... [[Stroke harder]] [[Take him in your mouth]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-345.png">Encouraged by his appreciating grunts, you double your efforts, leaning closer, stroking him with both of your hands. With one hand, you play with the tip, while the other firmly goes up and down his shaft. Instintively you know that you can make him cum just with your hands... [[Make him cum]] [[Take him in your mouth]] [[Horny yourself, you straddle him, putting his cock inside you|fuck scene]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-347.png"><<set $day3_warn_about_touch to true>>You slowly slide downwards in the bed, all the while continuing to stroke him with your hand... Your face is by his crotch, breathing warmly at his throbbing member... You feel him arching his back in anticipation when your head reaches his crotch... You lick his cock softly, starting at the tip, going around and down, teasing him... His breaths are grow quicker. When you kiss the tip and gently suck at the head, he groans, grabbing for your head with his hand... You pull his cock out of your mouth. "Nuh uh... No touching..." you say with new-found confidence, gently guiding his hand away from your head down to his side, resting on the bed... He snorts softly. In your ears it sounds like he's amused, but he doesn't stop you. His hands remain by his sides, not touching your head, as you continue sucking him, silently slurping, bobbing your head gently down his shaft, hiding under the blanket. [[Make him cum|make him cum bj]] [[Extremely horny by now, stop sucking and straddle his dick with your pussy instead|fuck scene]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-351.png"><<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>><<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to true>>You bring Don to a climax and his seeds spill over his stomach and chest. As he does, he grunts and thrusts his hips into your firm hands. You're amazed by the amount... Didn't he cum earlier already? He turns to regard you, smiling. Neither of you say a word, but you smile back. Eventually, he gets up and walks to the bathroom, presumably to clean himself up. You've satisfied your curiosity and are suddenly feeling very tired, and by the time Don gets back, you're already half asleep. He slips back into the bed and wraps an arm around you, spooning you. The pressure from his hug makes you fall quickly into a deep slumber... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there after fuck]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-352.png"><<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>><<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to true>>You bring Don to a climax with your tongue and mouth, letting his seeds fill your mouth, swallowing it all. It's slimy and salty. As he cums, he grunts and thrusts his hips forward to meet your hungry mouth... You're amazed by the amount that comes out... Didn't he cum earlier already? When he's finished, you crawl back to your side of the bed. He turns to regard you, smiling. Neither of you say a word, but you smile back. Eventually, he gets up and walks to the bathroom, presumably to clean himself up. You've satisfied your curiosity and are suddenly feeling very tired, and by the time Don gets back, you're already half asleep. He slips back into the bed and wraps an arm around you, spooning you. The pressure from his hug makes you fall quickly into a deep slumber... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there after fuck]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-353.png"><<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>><<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to true>>You can't take it anymore, for some reason you're hornier than you've ever been, despite being fucked pretty hard by Don earlier today... Now, with you in control, it's a whole different experience... You stop what you're doing. Don is still lying on his back, his erection practically begging you to sit down on it... You don't waste a second as you pull off your underwear... Don is giving you an intense look as you crawl over him, throwing a leg to either side of him, straddling him between your legs... <<if $day3_warn_about_touch is false>>His hands reach up to touch your thighs, tracing up towards your hips... "Nuh uh... No touching..." you say with new-found confidence, gently guiding his hands away from your thighs down to his side, resting on the bed... He snorts softly. In your ears it sounds like he's amused, but he doesn't stop you... His hands remain by his sides, not touching you thighs... A small smile of defeat plays on his lips as he watches you.<<else>>His hands reach up to touch your thighs, but then he remembers what you said earlier. He sighs deeply, letting his hands fall to the sides, a smile of defeat on his lips...<</if>> You're surprisingly pleased that you have this small power over him, in this moment... You lower yourself down, guiding his cock with your hand to meet your wetness... You're slick, giving no resistance as his shaft slides into you. Now it's your turn to grunt as he fills you. You pause for a moment, letting your pussy adjust, then continue all the way, completely enveloping his member inside you. He gasps as you begin to move your hips, making him slide in and out of you. For a while, the two of you grunt and moan in turn, the only other sound you hear your wet pussy... You increase your tempo, now it's your turn to be pounding Don, and he's clearly enjoying it, a lot. You're satisfied that his hands are still by his sides, not reach up to try to take control... You can feel the same feeling again as before, your muscles almost cramping inside your pussy. As the feeling spreads, sending waves of intense pleasure everywhere you lean on Don's chest with your hands for support. You can feel him also reaching a climax, his cock deep inside you, and you let his seeds fill you for the second time today.. As he cums, he grunts and thrusts his hips forward to meet you... You can feel his throbbing cock shoot one... two, no three loads into you. You're amazed by the amount that comes out... Didn't he cum earlier already? When he's finished, you both remain motionless, breathing hard from the excercise. Eventually you slide away, a trail of cum connecting your pussy with his cock... He's watching you, smiling. Neither of you say a word, but you smile back. You head for the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you return to the bedroom, Don heads to the bathroom. You've satisfied your curiosity and are suddenly feeling very tired, and by the time Don gets back, you're already half asleep. He slips back into the bed and wraps an arm around you, spooning you. The pressure from his hug makes you fall quickly into a deep slumber... [[Sleep|sleep day 4 start don is there after fuck]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-355.png">You expect... something to change. Maybe not that he would outright drop his interest in dominating you, just because of what happened... But maybe he'd be open to toning it down a bit... You find yourself nodding and say: "I understand..." Satisfied with your answer, Don nods and says: "I'm glad you understand. But for the record, I did enjoy it..." he smiles and turns to leave. "Well, I'll see you later today then. With a special surprise." he gives you a final smile and a wink, then heads to the front door. [[Say goodbye]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-355.png">You didn't expect that he would outright drop his interest in dominating you, just because of what happened... You nod. "I understand, it just felt nice doing it." you reply. Clearly happy with your answer, Don nods and says: "I'm glad you understand. And I agree, it felt... Nice." he smiles and turns to leave. "Well alright, I'll see you later today then. With a special surprise." he gives you a final smile and a wink, then is about to head to the front door. [[Say goodbye]] <<if $day3_kissed_don is true>>[[Kiss him goodbye]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-355.png">You expect... something to change. Maybe not that he would outright drop his interest in dominating you, just because of what happened... But maybe he'd be open to toning it down a bit... You find yourself shaking your head in confusion and asking: "But I thought we..." Don puts a finger on your lips to silence you, looking you straight in the eye. "Just for the record, I did enjoy it..." he starts. "But as you know, I only expect complete obedience from you, nothing else." He removes his finger from your lips. For some reason you find yourself unable to form words, shocked that he still thinks this way... He then turns to leave. "And I'll see you later today then, with a special surprise." he gives you a smile, then heads to the front door. [[Too stunned to say goodbye, you simply stand there]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-354.png">The next morning, you awake to the sound of something happening in the kitchen. You glance at the clock, it's only 6 AM! Well, Don wasn't kidding about needing to get up early... You sneak out from the bedroom, wrapping yourself in a blanket. Don is just finishing his breakfast and is in the process of cleaning the dishes after him, you realize that must've been the sound that awoke you. "Morning! Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." he says, just finished with the dishes. "That's fine... You're leaving already?" he nods. "I'd love to stay longer, but I need to get back to work. It's a long drive to the institute from here. Besides, how else will I learn more about how to disable the failsafe?" he says and heads over to the front door. Still wrapped in the blanket, and barely awake, you follow him and watch him grab the bag of clothes that were too small or you didn't like. "Look, about last night..." he begins, clearly referring to the fact that <<if $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish is true>>you gave him a handjob...<</if>><<if $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish is true>>you gave him a blowjob...<</if>><<if $day3_bedtime_sex_finish is true>>the two of you had regular non-bdsm sex...<</if>> "It was nice, don't get me wrong. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I still want what I always wanted. Nothing has changed in that regard." he looks you in the eyes, trying to see if you truly understand. [[You do understand and nod.]] [[You don't understand, but nod anyway...]] [[You don't understand and confused, ask what he means]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-355.png">"See you later..." you manage to say before the front door closes behind him, and you're once again alone in the house. <<if $day3_kissed_don is true>>So, nothing has changed, despite the moment you shared late last night... Don's primary interest remains what it always was... A part of you is not surprised in the slightest, while another part is a little bit disappointed... <</if>>You're suddenly feeling very tired again and head back to bed... You're not used to waking up this early... The bed calls you with its siren song... .. Later that morning, you awake alone in the large master bedroom by the bright morning light. You glance at the clock. It's 8 AM. Well, you've got a whole day ahead of you before Don comes back, hopefully with some good news about how to disable the failsafe... [[Get ready for a new day]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-355.png">The front door closes behind him, and you remain stand there, staring after him. Nothing has changed, despite the moment you shared late last night... Don's primary interest remains what it always was... A part of you is not surprised in the slightest, while another part is a bit disappointed... You're suddenly feeling very tired again and head back to bed... You're not used to waking up this early... The bed calls you with its siren song... .. Later that morning, you awake alone in the large master bedroom by the bright morning light. You glance at the clock. It's 8 AM. Well, you've got a whole day ahead of you before Don comes back, hopefully with some good news about how to disable the failsafe... [[Get ready for a new day]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-359.png">"Mmm... Don?" you ask as he turns away, about to head for the front door. He stops in his tracks, turning around. "Yes...?" you surprise him by putting your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep kiss on his lips, letting the blanket covering your modesty fall to the floor... His lips are as soft and warm as you remember and you can sense that he can barely control himself as he kisses you back, your tongues once again briefly touching... This kiss lasts longer than the last and you can feel a bulge growing in his pants, pressed against your naked body... "I'll be waiting... For that surprise..." you whisper, gently pushing him away from you, towards the front door. With suddenly uncertain steps, he makes it to the door, and with a final glance back with an expression you can't quite read, he leaves, closing the door behind him. You grab the blanket and smile as you realize that maybe Don doesn't have all the power in this relationship anymore after all... But regardless of the good feeling, you're suddenly feeling very tired again and head back to bed... You're not used to waking up this early... The bed calls you with its siren song... .. Later that morning, you awake alone in the large master bedroom by the bright morning light. You glance at the clock. It's 8 AM. Well, you've got a whole day ahead of you before Don comes back, hopefully with some good news about how to disable the failsafe... [[Get ready for a new day]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-402.png">You prepare a different breakfast than yesterday. After all, with the stacked fridge, you have a lot to choose from. $day3_breakfast was delicious, but today you choose a light cereal bowl with milk instead. You take your breakfast with you to the living room and put on the news. You've come to realize that the news are the best source of information about the goings-on of the world. And that's probably why they're called news... The familiar voice of Amanda, the newscaster, greets you. "Welcome to BB News. I'm Amanda Holland, your newscaster this morning." She begins: "Protests continue to erupt in Denmark, following the corruption allegations of former secretary of state Johan Larsen. Over 2200 people have been arrested, the police say, and twenty people have died nationwide in the protests." It looks like things are escalation fast in this place called Denmark. You hope the protesters know what they're doing and that they're fighting for a good cause... Amanda the newscaster continues: "The body of Jessica Woodsman was found late yesterday evening." On screen the news show police officer's searching a woody landscape. "The three girls Emma Johnsson, Jessica Woodsman and Hanna Downton went missing over three months ago. The body of Emma Johnsson was found earlier this week. All girls studied at the University of Cambridge." You glance out of the window. Do all forests in England, the country that Don says you're located in, look the same? You glance at the TV screen. Yeah no, the trees are probably the same sort, but that's where the similarities end. The newscaster continues: "Oil prices have once again risen sharply after Saudi Arabia has cut production of oil by two million barrels per day. The wide-spread panic of oil shortages have lead to mile-long queues to gas-stations in almost every country, including the UK. The official government guideline is to only buy what you need and not panic-buy in quantity." Huh. Panic is never good. At least people have something else to think about now than the potential threat of artificial intelligences taking over the world... "That's it for now. I've been Amanda Holland, and this was BB News." Right. Well, you sure as hell don't feel better after watching the news... [[Finish your breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-404.png">Finished with your light-weight breakfast, you clean up after yourself. Instinctively, your hand briefly goes to your neck, massaging the area where Don's belt choked you yesterday... You weren't prepared for it, but you can't deny that there was something exhilarating about him taking complete control. A feeling of raw intensity... The surge of adrenaline rushing through you as you gasped for air... A sort of dance between pleasure and vulnerability, feeling the constriction, knowing you're completely at his mercy... You can't help but wonder if this is completely normal for someone like you. Is this your programming, rewarding you with a positive feeling for doing as you're told? For pleasing Don? Or does this feeling come from another place, something more human? Perhaps this is what it looks like, a normal relationship between a man and a woman? You have no frame of reference to say what is and isn't normal after all. Regardless where this feeling comes from, you can't deny it: You're strangely proud of having pleased Don yesterday. With blushing cheeks you snap out of these thoughts as quickly as they came, too embarrassed to admit that you actually rather enjoyed what Don did to you... A moment later, another completely unrelated thought comes to you out-of-nowhere and you glance out from the living room window. The backyard is right there, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.. Your eyes move up, along the frame, to side of the window. There's clearly a hole for a handle here, which allows you to open the window... Possibly gliding it open? The weather outside is lovely, practically begging you to come outside. With the failsafe device right here in the living room, it should be possible for you be on the outside and still stay within range... [[Look for a way to open the window]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "adventure1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-405.png">It takes you a while and you're about to give up, but you finally find what you're looking for at the bottom of one of the drawers in the kitchen: A handle with a metallic square at the end. Triumphant, you approach the window... With suddenly shaking hands, you slide the handle in place. It fits. Your heart skips a beat as you turn the handle... Then, with an alarmingly heightened pulse, the window opens... Even through the narrow slit you've opened, you can feel the breeze of the wind on your knees and arms... But you realize then that you're afraid to open it further. Don will likely not appreciate you going outside, since you should be hiding... And even if you did for some reason have Don's blessing... The outside world just feels impossibly huge... You stand there a moment, window still opened by just a fraction, breathing in the fresh air and the scent of the forest, letting the wind play on your face. Eventually, you find your courage... [[Open the window fully]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-405.png">With new courage in your heart, you manage to do the impossible: You open the window as far as it goes. The space between inside and outside becomes blurred by the gaping portal in front of you. The sounds and smells of the forest greet your senses, threatening to overwhelm you. But you're no longer afraid. You stand your ground, staring at the world beyond. The colors of the forest are more vibrant, you notice, than when looking through the window's glass. It's like a veil has been lifted, showing you the true colors of the world. Slowly, you approach, daring a quick peak outside. There's woods in all directions, as far as the eye can see, starting at about 30 feet from the house. The backyard is sparsely decorated. A neglected soccer-ball sits in the middle of the backyard. You glance down at your feet. All you have to do is take a step, and you'll be outside... [[Take a step!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-409.png">Finally, you gather the strength to get up. It's then that you notice the stains... Your white mini-skirt has a large green stain, as does the pink sleeveless shirt you're wearing. Panic fills you as you glance at the evidence that Don is cannot miss... You curse your stupidity and almost start crying as you call yourself stupidly stupid, again and again... You approach the open window, having had quite enough of your adventure outside... Your only thought is on Don and his reaction when he finds out about your little outdoors adventure. Alternative schemes are also forming on your mind... Hopefully you can wash the stains away, and failing that, maybe you can hide these clothes... Maybe Don didn't keep track of everything he bought you, and will not miss one skirt and a shirt... You reach the window and are almost back inside when a voice far behind you freezes you in your tracks. "Lady... Are you ok?" You glance behind. At the edge of the backyard, by the open door to the yard, stands a pair of young boys, surely no older than 8. They're looking at you, keeping their distance. You're not sure which one asked the question. Suddenly you're feeling shy and unsure what to say to the first people you meet, other than Don... An awkwardly long pause later, you manage to stutter... <<set $linkText to "\"I'm... Fine, thank you...\"">>[[$linkText|I'm... Fine, thank you...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "boys1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-410.png">The boys don't seem to be all that concerned with your well-being as they simply ignore your comment. "Who are you?" the same voice as before calls out, belonging to the boy on the right. He asks the question with a curiously and politely tone. Well, that's a rather straight-forward question, isn't it? [[Ask who they are instead of answering]] [[Introduce yourself as Amanda]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-411.png">"First, you tell me who you are." you reply, crossing your arms. The distance between you and the boys means you have to raise your voice to be heard. They glance at each-other, then without any secrets to keep, proudly announce their names: "I'm Thomas." the one who's been speaking thus-far announced. "And I'm Jack." the second boy says. Having fulfilled their end of the bargain, they now look to you, expecting an answer. "Amanda." you simply say, arms still crossed. Clearly more at ease, the boys take a step forward. You find yourself asking... [['"What are you doing here?"'|What are you doing here?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-411.png">"Amanda." you simply say, arms crossed. "And you are?" The distance between you and the boys means you have to raise your voice to be heard. They glance at each-other, then without any secrets to keep, proudly announce their names: "I'm Thomas." the one who's been speaking thus-far announced. "And I'm Jack." the second boy says. Clearly more at ease, the boys take a step forward. You find yourself asking... [['"What are you doing here?"'|What are you doing here?]]

<<silently>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to false>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-412.png">"Scouting." "Playing." They say simultaneously, frowning. Well, both of those things could be true at the same time, you suppose. "Are you from around here?" you continue, trying to figure out if they're the neighbour's boys, or just lost. Don mentioned that the nearest neighbour is quite a long way from here... "We live here, that way." Jack says, pointing to your right. "You're quite a long way from home, then?" you query, trying to figure out the distance. He shrugs. "An hour's walk, maybe." he says, smug. They take a step closer, gaining confidence. You get a feeling that the boys aren't supposed to be this far from home, but these two daredevils don't care about rules. Well, you're glad they're here. Getting a fresh perspective on things from an outside source, other than Don, could be interesting. "You live here?" the boy, Thomas, asks. Now it's your turn to shrug. "Yes, I do." you say, not wanting to share too much information. Jack is looking at the soccer ball. "Can we play?" he asks, innocently. You don't see why not. "Sure, go ahead." the two boys glance at each-other, then immediately sprint towards the ball, giggling. The pure joy in that laughter, it's infectious. You're smiling as you lean agains the window, simply watching the boys play in the backyard. Suddenly, you want to ask the kids all sorts of questions. However, you don't want to scare the kids with weird questions either. Maybe it's best to start with small questions... [[Ask if they know where you are]] [[Decide not to ask any questions, just enjoy the moment|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-411.png"><<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>>"So, this forest. Do you know if it has a name?" you ask, waving in the general direction of the woods, whilst you lean comfortably against the window. They don't even pause from their playing. "I think the name is stupid. It's called New Forest." Thomas replies over the grinding sound of the swing, surely about to break at any moment... You agree, that's a stupid name for a forest. "New Forest? Really? The trees look pretty old... Why would we in England call a forest something like that?" you probe the boys, checking their reaction. If Don has been telling the truth, you are indeed in England. At this point, you just want the boys to confirm his story. "Good question. I don't know." Thomas says, shrugging. Right, well that confirms it. You are indeed in England. You don't wish to push the subject, after all you're an adult who's supposed to know all these things... Best to move on. [[Ask if they know what the energy-meter on your wrist is]] [[You've asked enough questions, just enjoy the moment.|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-420.png">You close your eyes, enjoying the moment, the sun, the wind, the smells, the laughter and the banter of two young boys playing. There are a few words that come to mind that describe this moment perfectly. Peaceful. Idyllic. For a while, you simply sit there, casually discussing nonsense like the weather with the kids. Eventually, Thomas passes the ball your way. "Jack, I think we need to head back before lunch. It's going to take a while before we're home." he says. Jack agrees and heads for the way out from the backyard. "It was nice meeting you, lady Amanda!" he says, waving. Thomas also waves his goodbye. [[Say goodbye to the boys|say goodbye to jack and thomas]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-412.png"><<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>>You've kept your wrist hidden until this point, wrapping your right hand around the energy-meter, hiding the only sign that you're an android. But, you're curious. You saw advertisements on TV, selling somewhat similar products. <<if $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers is true>>Don claimed they were made by another company, as part of the AIRI research into androids technology, which makes sense.<</if>> Still, you did not see an advertisement for exactly this type of item. "You know what this it?" you ask, holding up your wrist. The boys are a bit far away to see. Jack looks over. "Wait, is that..." he begins, then abandones the soccer-ball and rushes towards you. Thomas quickly follows, curious. You fight the instinct to hide your wrist and run as the two boys surround you. "Wow! Look, it's one of those bio-things!" Jack points out, highly scientifically. He's looking at it with round eyes. Thomas is equally amazed. "No shit, that's so cool!" he bursts, reaching out to touch it. Again you fight the urge to flinch as he gently taps the glass. "So you know what it is?" you query, trying to analyse their reaction. Clearly they do. "I've never seen one for real before, but yeah, the commercials are everywhere!" Jack says, still baffled with amazement. "Does it hurt?" he asks. "No, no it doesn't." you answer, truthfully. "Wicked." Thomas comments, finished with his observations. He quickly runs back to the soccer-ball, Jack following closely. Right, so they were impressed, which means clearly it's not common to have these implants. But, they knew what it was. Encouraged by the information you're getting from these two young kids, you wonder if you should continue asking questions or not. [[Ask if they know something about the missing women]] [[You've asked enough questions, just enjoy the moment.|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-411.png"><<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>>Something that has been showing on the news again and again is case with the missing women. You're curious, since the woods outside here looked a tiny bit like those in the news... If the women would've been found around here, then surely the boys would've heard about it, right? "Do you know anything about the missing girls? You know, Jessica and uhh... Hanna? And think the third one was called Emma?" you try to recall the name of all three girls, fairly confident you got it right. The kicking around of the ball has started again in full-force, threatening the integrity of the fence as the ball bounces around the yard. Neither answer for a moment. "No, sorry, doesn't ring a bell." Thomas finally offers after a long pause. Jack is looking thoughtful, like he's thinking real hard. "No, to me neither." Jack offers apologetically. You wave it away. "That's fine, don't worry." you reassure them. Well, the kids are very young. Maybe their parents are shielding them from news like that. Or maybe it just didn't occur near here at all, the chances for that are pretty slim. There's just a couple of more questions you'd like to ask, but you're not sure if you should... You could ask one of those questions, or just drop it... [[Ask if they believe in androids]] [[You've asked enough questions, just enjoy the moment.|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-412.png"><<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>>If the threat of androids and artificial intelligence taking over the world was a widely discussed topic, surely these kids would know about it, right? Well then again, maybe not, since they hadn't heard about the missing girls either... But you still find yourself asking: "Do you believe in androids?" Thomas is immediately interested in this discussion, you can tell from the enthusiasm in his voice. "Of course they're real, like the ExTerminator from that movie!" he asks. "Thomas!" Jack shouts, as a warning. Thomas. "Shit! I mean... We haven't seen no movie called ExTerminator. No. Please don't tell our parents!" he pleads, stopping the playing for a moment. You assume it's a movie these two are way too young to watch, or else they wouldn't be reacting like this. But you try to put them at ease. "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." You can sense that the boys have been spooked a bit by the revelation that they've watched a forbidden movie, much more so than the fact that the topic is about androids. "Thanks, you're the best!" Thomas comments and continues kicking the ball, passing it to Jack. You have one final question that you're unsure if you should ask... [[Ask if they've heard about the AIRI research institute]] [[You've asked enough questions, just enjoy the moment.|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-411.png"><<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>>You really don't expect them to know anything, but it's worth a shot. "Have you heard of the Artificial Intelligence Research Institute?" you ask. They look at each other. "Is that were the ExTerminator was built?" Jack asks, a puzzled look on his face. Thomas looks clueless. Well, that was not the response you were looking for... "Umm.. No, that was somewhere else... So you haven't heard about it? Also knows as AIRI?" the confused look on the boys faces tells it all. No, they have not. "Sorry, never heard." Well, just because some young kids haven't heard about it, doesn't really prove anything one way or another. "Alright, I was just curious." you dismiss the topic and decide to just relax in the fresh air, listening to the sound of two young boys playing and laughing. [[You've asked enough questions, just enjoy the moment.|done asking questions]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-421.png">You also wave goodbye. "Likewise. Have a safe journey!" It was genuinely pretty soothing to have them around, just doing nothing basically. It's a stark contrast to the past few days. They turn and leave, disappearing into the forest. For a while you can still hear them talking, even though you can't see them. Eventually the sound of them also disappears and no traces of them being here remains. For a moment, you stand there, until you recall the stains on your skirt and shirt... Shit... What will you do now? You decide that you've had quite enough backyard relaxation for today and head back through the window into the living room. You close the window, then realize that your feet are bringing dirt everywhere you walk. Right... Best to deal with that first. You go to the bathroom, clean your feet, then mop the floor from any trace of your outdoor visit. Next, you put away the handle to the window, back where you found it. Finally, you glance down at the green stains on your clothes. Well, time to see if you can do something about these... [[Try to clean the stains]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-422.png">At first, you try to clean them in the bathtub, seeing if warm water and some cleaning agent would do the trick. It removes some of it, but the vast majority of the stains remains, clearly visible... Next, you throw the clothes into the washing machine, along with everything else that is dirty, including Don's clothes that are lying around. It's about time someone washed those anyway... You sit there, watching the washing machine splash and spin the clothes. You hope this'll work... Eventually you realize that the program is going to take quite a long time, and bored, you start making lunch instead. The washing machine will be done when it's done, no point staring at it... Instead, you head to the bedroom and choose a second outfit for today. Since it's still a hot day outside, you decide to put on the black mini skirt and the green t-shirt. You decide to put on some socks as well. Thankfully, Don has filled the kitchen, which gives you a lot of options what to eat. The freezer has some crispy fish and chips, and there's various mayonnaise to choose from. The crispy fish package contains instructions for the perfect "Fish and Chips". Sounds good, you decide, and begin the preparations. [[Make yourself some fish and chips for lunch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-423.png"><<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to false>>Chips in the oven... Check. Crispy fish on the fryer... Check. Table set, yes. Maybe a tiny salad on the said, sure... The meal is getting from idea to reality in no time, but now you have two things you have to wait for, the chips and the washing machine... Uhh. Always with the bloody waiting around. Oh well... You decide to watch some TV whilst waiting, and thankfully soon your lunch is ready. Are you the best chef in the world or what? This is AMAZING! The food and the TV show that you're watching are so good that you momentarily forget about the grass-strains on the clothes, and the washing machine. A long happy tune from the bathroom paradoxically fills you with dread as the washing machine signals to you that it's ready... Dreading the result, you approach the bathroom carefully, trying not to scare the machine into re-staining the clothes... Well, that's just a stupid thought, no way it'd actually do that... Right? Finally you muster the courage to open the door to the bathroom, and then a moment later, the door to the washing machine... Fuck... The stains are still there... The walls are closing in around you as the realization sinks in. Now, your only option is to either face Don and let him know you were outside... Or hide the clothes, and hope he doesn't find them... [[Hide the clothes]] [[Decide to tell Don the truth when he gets home]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-425.png">Yeah, you really don't want tell Don that you were outside... He does not need to know everything. Instead, you decide to hide the clothes to the best of your abilities. For a while, you try to think of a place to put them that would be safe. While you think, you use a hair dryer to dry the stained shirt and skirt... As dumb as it sounds, the garbage bag could be the best place to hide them... You assume Don isn't going to look through the garbage before he throws them out, which means, once he gets rid of the garbage bag... The clothes will be gone from the house, forever, no chance for him to find them... To test your theory, you go to the kitchen. The garbage has been slowly filling over the days with various items. You could even hide the clothes inside one of the food packages, concealing them... Well, the plan is risky, but you could offer to help with the garbage and make sure the bag is sealed before Don has a chance to look inside... Or maybe you should just seal it right now, after putting the clothes there... Surely he's not going to look into the bag? After some pondering, you've decided. If you're to hide the clothes, it will be in the garbage and you'll seal the bag right now... [[Do it, hide the clothes in the garbage]] [[Decide it's too risky and tell Don you were outside instead|Decide to tell Don the truth when he gets home]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-423.png"><<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to false>>Right, well, it's best to tell Don truthfully what you've been up to... The risk of hiding them and him finding out on his own is not worth it. Besides, how mad can he? You don't have to mention the kids, of course, that'd probably be pushing it, but there should be no harm in telling him that you enjoyed the feeling of grass under your feet... With those thoughts, you hang up all the clothes to dry. It's still a few hours before afternoon. You could finish that book you've been reading. [[Finish the book you've started]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to true>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-425.png">You've made up your mind. It's time to hide them. You package them inside other garbage, hiding them from view even if Don would open the garbage bag... Then, you seal it and bring it to the front door, as close the front door as you dare, given the failsafe's range. Now all you need to do is ensure Don takes it out and throws it away, without opening it... With those thoughts, you hang up all the other clothes to dry. It's still a few hours before afternoon. You could finish the book you've been reading. [[Finish the book you've started]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-427.png"><<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>>You continue reading the book "Fourty shades of Brown" well into the afternoon, and soon you only have one final chapter left. You read it with mixed feelings. The story comes to an end after the protagonist tells Christoffer to show her how bad BDSM punishment can be, and he then punishes her by whipping her with a belt. She breaks up with him and the story comes to a end with her crying in a car. You stare at the final page. That's it? What a strange ending. Well... Now that you've read the whole thing, you're ready to give your review. You feel like the ending wasn't quite what you were hoping for, but the story as a whole was interesting enough... You're curious about Don's other books now. You could spent the rest of the afternoon reading a new book, or watching TV, until Don gets back... [[Read a new book "Four soft lessons"]] [[Just watch TV]]

<<silently>> <<set $config_menu_passages to []>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('View credits')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Config menu')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Stats')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Changelog')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Debug View')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Sequence Selection')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('I understand. Show me the sequence selection.')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Show images (text and image experience)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Hide images (pure text experience)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Enable DAY mode (light background)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Enable NIGHT mode (dark background)')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 0%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 20%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 50%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set music volume to 100%')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set font-size to small')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set font-size to medium')>> <<run $config_menu_passages.push('Set font-size to large')>> <</silently>><<link "View credits" "View credits">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Config menu" "Config menu">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Stats" "Stats">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Changelog" "Changelog">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>> <<link "Sequence Selection" "Sequence Selection">> <<if $config_menu_passages.includes(passage())>><<else>><<set $back_to_passage_title to passage()>><</if>> <</link>>

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Credits</h1>Developed by FlimsyLegs https://flimsylegs.itch.io/ Art by Synthetic Rush https://f95zone.to/members/synthetic-rush.6069437/ Game's official website: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/animus-non-grata Game's discord server: https://discord.gg/zyP8qgsDzk Play more games by FlimsyLegs at: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/ Credits and huge thanks for the amazing music goes entirely to Abstraction: http://abstractionmusic.bandcamp.com/ . Note: Abstraction is not associated with Animus Non Grata in any way. Instead, they offer some songs for free for game developers to use in their projects. List of their songs in-game: Ludum Dare 28 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 28 - Track 4, Ludum Dare 28 - Track 7, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 4, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 5, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 9, Ludum Dare 32 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 32 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 1, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 10, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 5, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 8, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 01, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 03, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 07, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 09, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 11, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 13, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 14, The Verdant Grove LOOP, VGMA Challenge - July 11th, VGMA Challenge - July 1st, VGMA Challenge - July 25th <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-427.png">You pick up another book, this one titles "Four soft lessons". The synopsis at the back reads: A woman that men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. She does what she loves and is very good at it. Then a man walks in and drops $20,000. He wants to just talk, kiss and take her home. In a single night, that man turns her life upside-down and has her breaking every rule she's lived by to keep men at a distance. She's about to learn some lessons the soft way. Do not tease him or give him boundaries. You do not get a choice in who you love. Hmm... Well, could be interesting. Or maybe you'd rather just watch the TV? [[Yeah, just watch TV instead|Just watch TV]] [[No, this sounds interesting, open the book!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-429.png"><<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>>You decide you've had enough reading time and decide to watch some TV instead. After another episode of B.U.D.D.I.E.S, a special program about the missing girls comes up. Curious, you put the volume a bit higher and pay full attention. What plays out on the TV is a sort of short documentary. This is the story of three girls gone missing from the University of Cambridge, around three months ago. This is the story of Emma Johnsson, Jessica Woodsman and Hanna Downton. The screen shows, for the first time that you can recall, facial images of the women. They all look so young, likely just over 20 years of age. Emma and Jessica are marked as "Found dead", while Hanna is marked as "Still missing". The girls were last seen alive at the campus area of the University of Cambridge. Police are investigating the events as planned kidnapping and murder, pointing to their coordinated disappearance, and the marks found on Emma's and Jessica's bodies. The screen shifts to an interview with a police officer. "Tell me what you found." The interviewer asks the offier. He clears his throat. "The two girls that we found were found relatively close to each-other, in the woods just north-west from Southampton." he begins. "Their bodies show signs of struggling and their throats were cut." he trails off. "At this point, we must assume Hanna has shared the same fate. Post mortem showed that both Emma and Jessica have been dead over two months." The screen goes on to show the life of Emma and Jessica in detail, truly pulling at the heartstrings of the viewers. Footage from the Cambridge campus shows all three of them together. From the footage shown, you feel like you know these women well, as their personality comes across the screen. Emma is confrontational and a bit of a tomboy, not afraid to voice her opinion. Jessica on the other hand seems to be quite shy, but when she does say something everyone listens. Then there's Hanna, a sort of middle-ground between the two, likely keeping the group together by understanding both of her friends well, always taking them both into account. The camera zooms in close to Hanna. Her way of talking, and her smile, make you at ease. You hope she's still out there, alive... [[Continue watching until Don returns|continue until Don gets back day 4]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-427.png">After that synopsis, how can you resist? You begin reading. The protagonist of the story, Penny, is confident with herself. She works at a BDSM club, taking money from rich clients. The book starts with her being blindfolded and secured in one of the private rooms of the club, just in preparation for a client... The book sure went right into action... You read on further: "We can do much, much more than this...". I whispered, almost like a plead... Through the blindfold, I couldn't see a thing. "I know, I have the menu of all the stuff you allow right here..." His free hand brushed gently over my cheek as he turned my head toward him. "But I might want to do things that's not in the menu..." It happened too fast, I had no time to react. He leaned in for a kiss, his hand guiding my face to meet his... His soft lips brushed against mine, testing the waters. I didn't protest. Encouraged, he kissed me for real. His mouth was gentle, possessing mine in a way that was hot... But my brain was yelling: No, this is against the rules! As I tried to turn away, he gripped my face with both hands, denying my half-hearted attempt at an escape. His hands shifted me to the best angle, so that his wet, soft tongue could slip into my welcoming and open mouth." Holy shit. Who knew that a simple kissing scene could be so hot! Already a few pages in, you can feel the electricity through the pages... [[Continue reading until Don returns|continue until Don gets back day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-431.png">You continue <<if $day4_read_four_soft_lessons is true>>reading the book<<else>>watching TV<</if>> until you hear the familiar sound of Don's car pulling up just outside the house. You <<if $day4_read_four_soft_lessons is true>>put away the book<<else>>shut the TV<</if>> and relax in the couch, waiting for him to come in. <<if $day4_hide_stained_clothes is true>>Your eyes dart to the garbage bag by the front door... As long as Don doesn't search it before throwing it away, and he doesn't remember exactly what clothes he bought you, your little outdoors adventure should remain a secret...<</if>> Soon enough, Don is inside the house, having done something for a little while outside the door. You wonder what that was about. "Welcome back." you say a he enters, <<if $don_love_points >= 3>>sincerely glad that he's back.<<else>><<if $don_love_points >= 1>>surprisingly glad that he's back.<<else>>half-sincerely. Don doesn't seem to pick up on the nuance in your voice.<</if>><</if>> He looks up. "Thank you. Now, are you ready for the surprise?" he says, smiling. Right, the surprise. You're not sure what to expect, but you find yourself nodding. <<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>"I feel like we've gotten off to a bad start..." he begins, looking at you apologetically. No shit. Even today, you can practically taste the toilet-water in your mouth. "You don't say..." you reply, sarcastically. He ignores your tone. "Well, I hope this surprise will make up for it..."<<else>><<if $defiance > $submissiveness>>"I feel like we've gotten off to a bad start..." he begins, looking at you apologetically. You find it hard to disagree, after everything he's done to you, despite you not liking it one bit. "You don't say..." you reply, sarcastically. He ignores your tone. "Well, I hope this surprise will make up for it..."<<else>>"I think you've earned some good-old-fashioned fun..."<</if>><</if>> he says, then briefly goes outside. Panting and straining, he carries inside a huge metallic object. He hauls the heavy thing into the living room, planting it next to the couch. He's exhausted from the effort. Now you're curious. [[Ask him what it is]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-436.png">"Great!" he says. "Let's go for a little ride. Help me carry these things to the car?" he waves his hand at the battery and the failsafe device. A ride? In his car? <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>A part of you hesitates. You don't exactly have a reason to trust Don, after everything he's done to you... And yet, the look on his face... You doubt his surprise involves hurting you in any way, not this time at least... <</if>>"A ride where?" you ask, struggling to move the failsafe device towards the door. It's connected to the battery by a cable, and Don moves the battery towards the door in sync with your slow progress. "Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?" he says, teasing you. Something about his good mood is making you at ease and you can't help but smile back. <<if $day4_hide_stained_clothes is true>>Your eyes momentarily go to the garbage back by the front door. "Let's get this stinking bag out of here while we're at it..." you say as you pass it, hands busy with the failsafe device. Don simply grunts as he carries the battery, trying his best not to pop a vein from the effort.<</if>> Don pauses right at the doorway, gasping for air. If he's having that much trouble with the battery, then you surely won't even stand a chance to move it. "I... Bought... Some... Shoes..." he says, pointing. They're waiting just outside the front door. Tentatively, you approach. This has been off-limits to you up until this point and it feels surreal to stand in the open doorway. You look outside. Don's car is waiting, with an open trunk. The shoes are right there in front of you, on the porch. A gravel road leads down a path through the woods to the left. Otherwise, the front looks remarkably similar to the back. There's trees everywhere, as far as the eye can see. Right. The shoes. You test them out, deciding on the more comfortable pair. <<if $day4_hide_stained_clothes is true>>Meanwhile, Don has gone back inside and returns with the garbage bag in his hand. Your heart skips a beat, but you try to ignore it, hoping that Don doesn't notice your reaction. Luckily, he doesn't, and he simply walks to his car and throws the bag in the trunk. Then, he returns to you. <</if>>"Alright, let's bring these to the trunk." he says, waiting for you to take the lead with the lighter failsafe while he brings up the rear with the heavy battery. [[Lift the failsafe into the trunk of the car]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-433.png">At your words, his smile drops away, replaced by a frown somewhere between confused and disappointed. "Well, what is it...?" he asks as you hesitate, suddenly freightened by his possible reaction. [[Say it casually like it's not a big deal]] [[Say it in a way that makes it clear that you're sorry]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-434.png">You don't know where this courage comes from but you don't see the big deal in you stepping outside for a moment. You're in the middle of a damn forest after all. It's unlikely that you'd meet anyone who's looking for escaped androids around here. "I went outside today, to the backyard. Through the window." you point at the one you used. Don glances that way, then returns his attention to you. "I went crazy just sitting inside all day. I needed to feel the grass between my toes..." you continue, loosing your confidence as Don's deep silence continues. You gulp, suddenly unsure of yourself. "I uh... Got some stains on the clothes you bought, on one of the skirts, and a shirt..." you finish, completely unsure what Don is thinking right now. It's like his expression is sculpted... He's not even blinking. The silence grows longer, but then finally, Don takes a deep breath in. "I should probably punish you in some way for being so god-damned stupid..." he says, shaking his head. "Do you want to be found and permanently be deactivated or destroyed?" he asks. Of course you don't... Your answer is clearly written on your face. Don sighs. "Well, you took a massive risk doing that... But it's nothing compared to what I have planned for us today." he shrugs. "Thank you, for being honest with me." You're baffled by his calm reaction. And what did he mean with his plan? "You ready to leave?" he asks again, the smile back in his lips. Encouraged by his positive reaction, you can't help but say... [['"Yeah, sure..."'|Yes, let's go!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-434.png">You're suddenly afraid to say it, but there's no turning back now... "I went outside today, to the backyard. Through the window." you point at the one you used. Don glances that way, then returns his attention to you. "I went crazy just sitting inside all day. I needed to feel the grass between my toes..." you continue, losing more and more of your confidence as Don's deep silence continues. You gulp, suddenly extremely unsure of yourself. "I uh... Got some stains on the clothes you bought, on one of the skirts, and a shirt..." you finish, completely unsure what Don is thinking right now. It's like his expression is sculpted... He's not even blinking. The silence grows longer, but then finally, Don takes a deep breath in. "I should probably punish you in some way for being so god-damned stupid..." he says, shaking his head. "Do you want to be found and permanently be deactivated or destroyed?" he asks. Of course you don't... Your answer is clearly written on your face. Don sighs. "Well, you took a massive risk doing that... But it's nothing compared to what I have planned for us today." he shrugs. "Thank you, for being honest with me." You're baffled by his calm reaction. And what did he mean with his plan? "You ready to leave?" he asks again, the smile back in his lips. Encouraged by his positive reaction, you can't help but say... [['"Yeah, sure..."'|Yes, let's go!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-437.png">You approach the car's trunk, slowly, all the time scanning the surroundings. Being outside is of course not a new sensation anymore, given your earlier adventure, but this time there's no limit for how far you can move from the house... As long as you keep close to the batter and failsafe that is. Still sceptical, you take it slow, one step at a time, fully expecting to get shocked at any second. But, one step a time, the car gets closer without firing a single shock through your system. Relieved not to have been shocked, you reach the trunk. But you're completely spent. Your arms at literally giving up from carrying the failsafe all the way from the living room... There's no way you can lift it up all the way to the trunk... "A hand?" you gasp, pointing at the failsafe, then the trunk. Don drops the battery, also completely out-of-breath... The muscles on his neck are taut and prominent, reflecting his intense effort... "Yeah, just a sec..." he sits down on the gravel, leaning against the car. "Damn, I need to go back to the gym..." Don mumbles to himself. You also take the opportunity to catch a break, hopping up in the trunk, legs hanging over the side. The two of you share a silent, exhausted, moment. In this instance, you want to forget the complicated situation you find yourself in, and just enjoy the prospect of another little adventure. Today sure has been full of surprises. Finally, Don sighs and indicates that he's ready to lift the things into the trunk. You nod and jump down. Together, lifting the failsafe isn't bad at all. But the battery... Even with Don helping, you feel that you're not really contributing much at all. You're once again surprised by just how strong Don is... "Alright. Let me just grab a few things..." Don says. You watch him sprint back into the house and sneak a glance at the muscles on his arms... Arms that could lift you effortlessly... You snap out of your day-dreaming. Instead, you have no choice but to wait by the car, due to the range of the failsafe. But you don't mind. While you wait, you study his car. It's grey and big, and it says "Vulvu" on the front. Without a frame of reference, you really can't deduce much else than that. But you don't have to ponder for long as Don returns, carrying a back-pack. "More surprises?" you ask with a raised eyebrow as he gently places it in the trunk of the car, then slams the trunk shut. "Actually, yes. Don't worry, you'll soon see." Don winks. "Let's go. The battery won't last forever." Right, he's got a point. [[Jump into the passenger seat]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-438.png"><<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 0>>With Don in the driver's seat, and you in the passenger seat, the adventure starts. Don starts the car and slowly pulls out onto the road. You can't help but glance back at the house that's been your only world for the past days, and as long as you can remember. It's getting smaller all the time, and suddenly you feel at unease. You try to calm yourself, but Don's mysterious surprise has you pulling figurative hairs. <<if $day4_hide_stained_clothes is true>>The two of you pass a garbage container on the way. Don stops the car, then goes to the trunk. Your heart skips a beat, but Don simply throws the bag in the garbage, taking the stained clothes with it... You sigh with relief and the ride continues.<</if>> During the journey, you try to ask him a few times what the surprise is, but he simply smiles and says it's not far. Defeated, you decide to watch the scenery instead. The forest landscape changes as you leave the house, growing more open in places, with hills visible in the distance. It's really quite beautiful... "We're here." Don announces. He's still driving forward along a path that is barely a road anymore. At first, you can't see what he's referring to. Then, the light of the sun reflects from the surface of a lake just ahead. You peak up, trying to get a better look. "A favourite spot of mine. Not many people know about it." he announces, and drives closer still. The forest opens up as the lake comes nearer and Don is able to park the car right next to the water, having abandoned the traditional road a while back. You didn't know what to expect, but this certainly has you speechless. To you, this lake is big. You guess that it must be at least 200 feet in diameter. "It's safe to swim in, you know." Don suggests when he sees your reaction. Well that does sound nice... "So, you like the surprise?" he asks, a small satisfied smile on his lips. You glance back at the lake, then at Don, who's expecting an answer. <<set $linkText to "\"It's lovely, I like it!\"">>[[$linkText|It's lovely, I like it!]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"It's... Not what I expected.\"">>[[$linkText2|It's... Not what I expected.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-439.png">You answer honestly, you really did not expect this. Don looks a little bit disappointed, but doesn't reply. Not wanting to drag out the awkward moment longer, you get out of the car and tak a few steps towards the lake. There isn't a beach here as such, but the forest simply ends and connects with the lake. Don's car is literally a few feet from the water-line, which means that the range of the failsafe should allow you to swim without issues, the first dozen feet or so at least. Behind you, Don has left the car too and has opened the trunk. He's grabbed the back-pack and pulls out a few items. "A swimsuit, if you want one." he says, holding up the item. How thoughtful, but there's literally no-one around to see you. And Don... Well, he's already seen everything. But still, maybe it's best if you just accept the offer. You reply: <<set $linkText to "\"Thanks, that's thoughtful!\"">>[[$linkText|Thanks, that's thoughtful]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to $day4_lake_good_mood + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-439.png">You answer honestly, you really do like this surprise. You're barely able to contain your excitement as you rush out of the car, towards the lake. There isn't a beach here as such, but the forest simply ends and connects with the lake. Don's car is literally a few feet from the water-line, which means that the range of the failsafe should allow you to swim without issues, the first dozen feet or so at least. Behind you, Don has left the car too and has opened the trunk. He's grabbed the back-pack and pulls out a few items. "A swimsuit, if you want one." he says, holding up the item. How thoughtful, but there's literally no-one around to see you. And Don... Well, he's already seen everything. But still, maybe it's best if you just accept the offer. You reply: <<set $linkText to "\"Thanks, that's thoughtful!\"">>[[$linkText|Thanks, that's thoughtful]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-441.png">He gives you the swimsuit. "I'll just be over here..." he says, walking to the other side of the car with the back-pack. You can see him through the dark glass windows of the car. He's looking the other way, rummaging around the back-pack, doing... something. Well, he's courteous enough to be looking the other way at least. You scan the area. There's no-one else around. Well, here goes... At first, you remove your clothes slowly, all the while scanning the surrounding woods. As you remove more and more clothes, you realize that doing this slowly is just going to expose you for longer, and with just your underwear and bra on, you decide you need to speed things up. In a flash, you pull down your underwear and replace them with the swimsuit's bottoms. Nervously, you look in Don's direction, then the forest. Don is looking the other way, still busy with his something. And there's still no-one around. With a sigh of relief, you unclasp the bra, then put on the swimsuit's top. Well, that does it. You grab your pile of clothes and put them inside the car, on the passenger's seat, then glance at Don again. At the sight of him your heart skips a beat. He appears to be naked... Well... almost. Your heart starts beating normally again. He's wearing swimming trunks. Don must've heard you open the car door, and taken it as a sign that you're ready, because he now turns around and walks over to your side of the car. He whistles. "Hot damn Amanda... You look... Stunning..." Don gasps as he sees you in the swimsuit. <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>Involuntarily, and surprised at yourself, you blush and turn away to face the lake, trying to ignore his comment.<<else>>For an unexplainable reason, you blush crimson and turn away to face the lake, trying to ignore his comment.<</if>> Behind you, Don whistles again. "Yeah, that side looks good too!" he comments. Why does it affect you this way, his words? Your thoughts are interrupted by Don, calling out from behind you: "Last one in the water is an outdated operating system!" What... You see him running towards the lake... [[No way you're letting him reach the lake first!]] [[Suddenly a bit uncomfortable, you slowly approach the lake]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to $day4_lake_good_mood + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-442.png">You're closer, but Don had the element of surprise. The race is tight, but you're blocking his progress in the narrow path between the trees. The rough terrain hurts your feet and you try your best to choose soft surfaces, but rocks inevitably find their way to painfully slow you down. However, Don's progress is slowed down too as he needs to go a longer way to reach the lake. Laughing and giggling like a little girl, and constantly shouting out loud in pain from the rough terrain, you finally reach the edge of the lake and... [[Hesitate for a split second. You're not sure if you can swim...]] [[Jump in!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-442.png">You can't explain it, but right now you're not in the mood. Don rushes past you and jumps straight to the lake. "Cannon baaaaaaaaa...." he shouts as he soars through the air, curled into a ball, his voice cut off by a mighty splash of water. Well at least he's having a whale of a time. You reach the edge of the lake, arms wrapped around yourself as if to protect yourself from the world. Don re-appears on the surface, spitting water, then glances behind. He sees you hesitating on the shore. "Come on, it's warm." he says, clearly not understanding your current state-of-mind. But, it does help that he's so unbothered. He is definitely in a very good mood, better than you've ever seen him. At first you dip you toe. Warm? Well, that was a stretch... In your inexperienced opinion, this lake is cold... But Don seems unbothered. Maybe lakes generally speaking aren't very warm? Well, why would they be... This isn't a bathtub... [[Gather your courage and get in the water]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-445.png">You just realized that you have no idea if you can swim. The split-second's hesitation was all Don needed to catch up with you and rush past you. "Cannon baaaaaaaaa...." he shouts as he soars through the air, curled into a ball, his voice cut off by a mighty splash of water. The splash sends water everywhere and it washes over you like a cold shower. You let out a surprised yelp, just before Don re-appears on the surface, spitting water. He glances behind and sees you hesitating on the shore. "Come on, it's warm." he says, a smile on his face. Then he sees you're already completely wet. "Oh.. Sorry about that. Trust me, the cure for any cold you're feeling right now is to just get in!" he promises. Yeah right... That makes no sense whatsoever. Warm? Well, that was a stretch... In your inexperienced opinion, this lake is cold... But Don seems unbothered. Maybe lakes generally speaking aren't very warm? Well, why would they be... This isn't a bathtub... [[Gather your courage and get in the water]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to $day4_lake_good_mood + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-444.png">You're completely focused on being the first in lake, throwing caution to the wind. You sprint into the lake, water immediately reaching over your knees. Two steps later, water is already reaching your shoulders. Damn, this lake got deep really fast! At first, the water felt cold, but your body quickly becomes adjusted. "Cannon baaaaaaaaa...." Don shouts behind you. You hear his voice being cut off by a mighty splash of water, which sends a wave of cold water rushing over your head. Luckily, you're facing away, and the wave simply drenches your hair. Don re-appears on the surface, spitting water. He's smiling. "Sorry about that!" Don says, not at all apologetically. He's grinning like a maniac. You realize that he is definitely in a very good mood, better than you've ever seen him. "Looks like you're the outdated operating system!" you proclaim, victorious. "I am indeed!" Don replies, then suddenly gets a thoughtful look on his face. "I forgot to ask... But do you know how to swim?" Well how the hell should you know? Shouldn't he know the answer? "I thought you could tell me..." you reply, taking a small step closer to the shore, suddenly afraid of the depth. "Hmm..." Don simply says, lost in thought. "Well, only one way to find out. First, look at what I'm doing." he proclaims, then swims towards the shore, pushing his hands forward, then drawing them back, while his legs kick back, then pulls up, the back again... He continues a few rounds around you. It doesn't seem difficult at all... [['"I think I get it, let me try..."'|I think I get it, let me try...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-446.png">With Don's encouragement, you take a step into the lake. Almost immediately, the water reaches your knees. At first, the water feels cold and you have to fight the urge to pull away. But your body quickly becomes used to the feeling, and you take another step forward, bringing the water over your knees. You pause, take another step, and pause again, until the water reaches your shoulders. Don is looking very happy. But then he suddenly gets a thoughtful look on his face. "I forgot to ask... But do you know how to swim?" Well how the hell should you know? Shouldn't he know the answer? "I thought you could tell me..." you reply, taking a small step closer to the shore, suddenly afraid of the depth. "Hmm..." Don simply says, lost in thought. "Well, only one way to find out. First, look at what I'm doing." he proclaims, then swims towards the shore, pushing his hands forward, then drawing them back, while his legs kick back, then pulls up, the back again... He continues a few rounds around you. It doesn't seem difficult at all... [['"I think I get it, let me try..."'|I think I get it, let me try...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-446.png"><<set $day4_learned_swimming to false>>You first go to less deep waters, then following Don's example, you try to swing with your arms like he did. You sink like a stone and, stupid as you are, manage to gasp in panic at the same time. Somehow, your legs find the bottom and you burst up to the surface, couching like a maniac. "Fu... *cough*.. ck..." you manage to stutter through your coughing. Don places a worried hand on your shoulder. "You're not supposed to breathe while under water you know..." he remarks, a worried look on his face, but there's a hint of a smile. No shit huh, you just learned that the hard way. "Thanks... For... *cough*... The advice..." you say, trying your best to sound sarcastic. "I could hold you floating while you get familiar with the technique." Don offers. Well, if you're ever going to learn to swim, you'll need all the help you can get... [[Be stubborn - you can do this alone]] [[Accept his help]] [[You're done swimming anyway, this wasn't really your thing...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-446.png">"Thanks, but I'll manage..." you say, determined to make it on your own. As long as you don't breathe while under water, everything should be fine, right? Your second attempt ends like the last, with you at the bottom of the lake, having to push yourself up with your legs. The third and fourth attempt aren't much better. Maybe you do need his help after all... When the fifth and sixth attempt still don't change the fact that you can't stay floating while flailing with your arms, you sigh and glance at Don, who's patiently watching your pathetic attempts. Well, either you accept his help, or you might as well stop trying... [[Accept his help]] [[You're done swimming anyway, this wasn't really your thing...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to $day4_lake_good_mood + 1>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-449.png">You roll your eyes, somewhat over-dramatically. "Fine..." With your approval confirmed, Don moves in to the shallower parts of the lake. Then, he motions for you to get down into the swimming position. As you do so, Don lifts you up with his hands, pushing on your chest and belly from below. At first you think you'll lose your balance and fall, but Don is keeping you in the water, your back barely touching the surface. Realization hits you. You're floating! You can't help but smile. Then, encouraged by Don, you try the arm- and leg-swings again. Don moves with you along the shoreline, correcting your technique when you're doing something incorrectly, keeping you afloat. His hand is firm, unwavering, like you're light as a butterfly... You turn around and swim the other way. It's working! The two of you continue for a while, honing your skills. "You're a pro!" Don announces as you've successfully managed to pull a few strokes on your own, without his hand keeping you afloat. Your technique is clearly lacking through, as you're exhausted from the effort. "I did it! I really did it!" you exclaim. <<if $don_love_points >= 3>>Bursting with pride and happiness, you jump at Don, hugging him in a wet embrace. He was not prepared for it, and the two of you fall back in the water. Laughing, you get up, splashing water at him as he re-emerges. "Hey hey, enough!" he proclaims, and you suddenly sense a sharpness to his tone. You immediately stop what you're doing, remembering just who you're dealing with. He stands up.<<else>>You're once again standing on your own two legs, your muscles aching from the unfamiliar practice. You're amazed at how quickly you learned to do it. Don has a big grin on his face. "Well done!" he says, also standing up.<</if>> "I think we should get on with surprise number two before the battery runs out." Don proclaims, getting out of the water. Wait, another surprise? Curious, you... [[Follow him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-446.png">After pondering it for a moment, you shake your head. "I think this is enough swimming for now..." you say, defeated by the lake but too proud to accept Don's help. The look he gives you... You can tell he's disappointed. "Fine... But I think we should get on with surprise number two before the battery runs out." Don proclaims, getting out of the water. Wait, another surprise? Puzzled, you... [[Follow him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">The two of your approach the car and Don throws you a towel. "This surprise is better if we're dry." he explains. It takes the two of you but a brief moment to dry up and change back to your clothes, but you keep your hair wrapped in the towel... Having this much hair really is inconventient, you silently decide... "Close your eyes... Or turn around..." Don commands. Without even registering it, you do both, turning around and closing your eyes... It's only after you've done so that you realize that you're beginning to get extremely used to doing what Don commands... <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>If only because you know he doesn't take no for an answer...<</if>> You don't have to wait long. "Alright, turn around." he announces and as you do so, you notice he's put a blanket on the ground by the beach, with a view of the lake. There's an assortment of things to eat and drink. A couple of cushions makes it look quite inviting indeed... You stare at it, then at Don. Where did this side of him come from? "What's this?" is the only thing you manage to ask, bewildered. You were definitely not expecting this...<<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>> "Well, I felt bad about punishing you so hard yesterday..." he starts, clearly referring to the toilet... After a pause, he continues.<</if>> "I want to show you that I enjoy spending time with you. That I really don't want to punish to keep your programming in line. That it's just something I must do, you know." He chooses his words carefully, you can tell, putting emphasis on the words he thinks will put you at ease. <<if $don_love_points < 2>>To your surprise, it's working.<<else>>And it's working.<</if>> After the swim, this looks very tempting... "Would you like to join my picnic?" he then says, formally inviting you to sit on the blanket. [[At a loss for words, you don't know what to say]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "good_ending2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">Don sees your hesitation, but decides to give you a moment. He simply stands there, arms crossed, watching you. Your brain is having a debate of sorts as to what to do. This almost looks like a romantic date straight from one of those movies you've seen on TV. If it was anyone else than Don who'd done something like this, then yeah, you know how you should objectively feel about it. But it's not. It is Don, which complicates things. After giving it some thought, you've come to a conclusion:. [[This looks like just the thing you needed|say yes positive]] <<if $don_love_points >= 4>>[[You think this is quite romantic|say yes positive]]<<else>><<if $day4_lake_good_mood >= 3>>[[You've had a good day today, no point ruining it by refusing|say yes neutral]]<<else>>[[You think this is stupid, what is he trying to prove? But... you accept.|say yes neutral]]<</if>><</if>> [[It's just a picnic, no need to over-think this|say yes neutral]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>[[After everything he's done, you're not comfortable with this.|say no picnic]]<<else>><<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>[[After everything he's done, you're not comfortable with this.|say no picnic]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">It would be rude to say no, and besides, this looks too tempting... You let Don know your thoughts: "Thanks, I think I will join you." And with those words, you sit down, with one of the cushions under you. Don looks quite happy with your decision as he sits down next to you. "I'm glad, you had me worried there for a second." he says. He's giving you his genuinely-happy-Don smile and you wish you would see this side of him more often. [[Share a nice moment over a picnic]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">This looks too tempting to resist, and you let Don know your thoughts: "Thanks, I think I will join you on this fine picnic." And with those words, you sit down, with one of the cushions under you. Don looks quite happy with your decision as he sits down next to you. "I'm glad, you had me worried there for a second." he says. He's giving you his genuinely-happy-Don smile and you realize that you want to see this side of him more often. [[Share a nice moment over a picnic]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">"I'd rather get back to the house now..." you say, crossing your arms in an attempt to find the courage and strength to say no to whatever Don is trying to pull here. In your mind, saying yes would be the same as forgiving him for everything he's done. This you aren't yet ready to do... He looks truly disappointed. "That's... Not the answer I was hoping for, but I understand your hesitation." he gives you a moment to reconsider. "You're sure? It's just food and drink, nothing we haven't done before." he reminds you. That's true enough, you two have shared and enjoyed quite a few meals already, despite everything else he's done to you... [[Fine, you'll join him for picnic]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-455.png">You can't help but glance back at the lake. Its shimmering waters are reflecting the vibrant blue sky above and you fill your lungs with the crisp, fresh, air. The scent of the forest is undeniable as a gentle breeze rustles through the tall, lush trees that surround you. With the two of you settled down on the blanket, quite comfortably sitting on cushions too... You can't help but feel relaxed and at peace. All worries about how to remove the failsafe mechanism, and being an illegal and wanted android, wash away in this moment as the two of you dig into the offerings that Don's brought with him. You choose to savour the peace and simply enjoy Don's company. First, the two of you eat a sandwich filled with cheese, cucumbers, fresh salad and a slide of ham. It takes the edge off your hunger and you enjoy the small delicacies more, now that your stomach isn't growling. You take a bite of a juicy strawberry, its flavour bursting in your mouth. How can a simple berry... or fruit... like this have so much flavour? The pop of a cork snaps you out of your strawberry-haze. Don's opened a glass bottle. "Wine?" he offers, holding the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. Well if it's half as good at the rest of the stuff at offer, you'd be a fool not to try... [[Sure, why not!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-460.png">"It's good, I'll have some more, please!" you conclude, holding out your glass. Don pours more this time, over half a glass. Then he brings up his own glass. "Cheers!" followed by a loud clink as your glasses collide. "Uhh.. Cheers!" you manage, raising your glass back. [[Ask him to explain again how you'll permanently remove the failsafe]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-460.png">"That was... Interesting, but I'd rather have something else." you conclude, putting your glass away. Don nods his understanding. "Not everyone likes red wine." he says, grabbing another bottle. "Which is why I also brought a white wine. This'll probably be more to your tastes." he says. Well, it can't hurt to try... Don takes your glass and washes it with some water, then pours a tiny amount of white wine into it, handing it to you. You give it a thorough analysis just, as you did with the red, letting its aroma fill you as you breathe in through your nose. It smells less... potent? You bring it to your lips, confirming your theory. It tastes sweeter, lighter. "Yeah, this is much better!" you proclaim, holding out your glass for a proper fill. Don gladly pours more, filling over half the glass. Then he brings up his own glass. "Cheers!" followed by a loud clink as your glasses collide. "Uhh.. Cheers!" you manage, raising your glass back. [[Ask him to explain again how you'll permanently remove the failsafe]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-464.png"><<if $day4_ask_don_about_girls is false>>You decide it's best to not ask about the things you've seen in the news. <</if>>For a while the two of you simply sit there, immersed in the simple pleasure of the moment, savoring the flavors of your picnic feast, while engaging in idle conversation. You can't help but laugh out loud as Don tells an embarrassing story of his college years, involving a case of mistaken identity couple with the wrong place at the wrong time. Don's had maybe three glasses wine, while you're soon done with your fourth glass. For some reason it's getting easier to just relax next to Don. You wonder at that, taking another sip of wine. "Well, I'd best slow down a bit. Too much wine and I won't be able to drive straight." Don announces, standing up. You begin to piece things together. Wine, spirits, alcohol... It affects the mind, right? Is that what you're... Are you drunk? You blink into the empty glass in your hand. "I... I feel weird. Is it the wine?" you ask. Are your words coming out a bit slurred? Don looks at you, surprised. "Wait, you're saying you're... tipsy?" His astonishment is clear as day. "I think so, yeah..." you reply, standing up. The ground suddenly moves under you. Upon reflection, you realize that no... The ground isn't moving. But your brain thinks it is. Huh... "That's interesting... I wasn't sure what effect alcohol would have on an android." he says, taking a step towards you with his phone's flash-light turn on. "Look into the light." he instructs. You have no objections. A moment later, Don concludes his inspection. "Fascinating! Too bad I can't go telling anyone about this finding. This is an... unexpected feature. It must be because you share quite a bit of the metabolism of a normal human." he says. Right. That makes sense. "Well! I feel great!" you conclude, taking another sip of wine, realizing your glass is empty. Don sees your empty glass an pours you some more. You offer him a silly toast in return, to which he chuckles and says: "Hah! I bet you do.", answering your toast. [[Relax for a bit longer]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-470.png">By the time you get back to the house, the mood in the car has changed from inquisitive and curious, to something much less serious. You're giggling by the time you drive up the familiar gravel road, reaching Don's house. All in all, you would say you had a pretty good time at the lake. Don parks and the two of you get out of the car, going to the trunk. A quick glance at the battery confirms it: There's some minutes still remaining, but you'd best hurry inside and plug the failsafe into the real wall-socket. Don lifts the failsafe out of the trunk for you, then you help him lift the heavier battery out. You do not recall it being this heavy, but it could just be the wine that's weakened you or messed with your recollection. Don has explained that both of those things are typically to be expected when intoxicated, at least for humans. Together, slowly, you make it to the house, each carrying a heavy burden. Don naturally carries the heavier battery, while you carry the failsafe. Finally inside, you brace yourself for the switch... Sitting down on the couch, you nod to Don that you're ready. In one swift move, he switches the failsafe from the battery, to the wall socket. A brief shock, as you expected, leaves you stunned and shocked, but it's quickly over. Don then also plugs the external battery into another free wall-socket. "Should take at least 20 hours to fully charge." he explains, pointing at the progress-bar of the battery. True enough, the display shows an estimated time for 20 hours and some minutes. "Any way to speed it up?" you ask, unable to understand how the thing can empty in 2 hours but take 20 hours to recharge. He shakes his head. "A thing with this much capacity is best charged slowly. Plus the failsafe drains a ton of juice, by design... It's a counter-measure for just this type of setup..." he says, pointing to the battery on the living room floor. Right... Well, now you know what his surprise for today was. A little trip to a lake, and a wined-up picnic. You suddenly feel emboldened. Perhaps it's the wine. Perhaps it was the relaxing trip to the lake. Perhaps you're just impatient or want to get it over with as soon as possible, since you know what Don really wants to do with you... <<if $day4_kiss_by_lake is true>>Or perhaps you're just horny from the passionate moment you shared at the lake, before being rudely interrupted by the alarm on Don's phone...<</if>> You surprise even yourself when you suddenly burst out: [['"So, you gonna tie me up and fuck me or not?"'|So, you gonna tie me up and fuck me or not?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-451.png">You're not happy about it, but he's got a point. It's just a damn blanket and something to eat. You give up. This is not the figurative hill you'll die on fighting for your principles. "Fine, I will join you." you say, a bit more aggressively than you intended. And with those words, you sit down, with one of the cushions under you. Don looks amused as he sits down next to you. "I'm glad you reconsidered. he says. [[Participate in a picnic you did not want]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-455.png">Your focus is on the lake, not Don. Its shimmering waters are reflecting the vibrant blue sky above and you fill your lungs with the crisp, fresh, air. The scent of the forest is undeniable as a gentle breeze rustles through the tall, lush trees that surround you. The two of you are settled down on the blanket, comfortably sitting on cushions. But in your mind, you worry about how to remove the failsafe mechanism... It's difficult to relax with those thoughts in your head. Eventually, you force yourself to enjoy the moment. First, the two of you eat a sandwich filled with cheese, cucumbers, fresh salad and a slide of ham. It takes the edge off your hunger and you enjoy the small delicacies more, now that your stomach isn't growling. You take a bite of a juicy strawberry, its flavour bursting in your mouth. How can a simple berry... or fruit... like this have so much flavour? The pop of a cork snaps you out of your strawberry-haze. Don's opened a glass bottle. "Wine?" he offers, holding the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. Well if it's half as good at the rest of the stuff at offer, you'd be a fool not to try. Besides, you want to keep him in a good mood. [[Sure, you'll try some|Sure, why not!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-470.png">After your outburst you stare at Don, trying to hide your shock by looking as confident as you can. But your mind is racing... Why did you say that, where did this urge to take control of the situation come from... <<if $don_love_points >= 5>>You've grown close to Don in a strange way... You trust him not to hurt you. Too much...<<else>><<if $don_love_points >= 3>>You've grown to like Don in a strange way... You choose to trust him now, not to hurt you too much...<<else>><<if $submissiveness > $defiance>>Don has shown that you have a submissive side in you that should trust him... To not hurt you too much...<<else>>Don has shown that being defiant and resisting only hurts in the long run. Is this your way of trying to take control of the situation, hoping that if you initiate, he won't hurt you too much?<</if>><</if>><</if>> Whatever your reason for saying what you did, you need to roll with it. Backing down now is just going to show him that you're weak. Instead, you choose to face it head on, half-knowing and fully expecting him to already have something planned for today... Don gives you a surprised, yet pleased look, then takes a step closer to stand right in front of you. You're sitting on the couch, facing up at Don. Bring it on. You're ready... "Well I did plan to do that later today, but I suppose there's no harm getting right to it..." he says, his eyes watching you hungrily, reflecting his inner desires. You know that he's likely going to come up with something new to try... The prospect of facing the unknown is both terrifying and exciting at the same time, especially since you now have a pretty good frame of reference for what Don likes and is capable of. "Be a good girl and start by taking off your clothes. They are not needed." he commands, still standing tall in front of you. You can't help but sense that the time for protesting ended as soon as you opened your mouth, practically begging him for the treatment he's about to give you... [[There's no point protesting. Remove your clothes.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-472.png">This power dynamic is familiar, with Don expecting things from you, and you complying one way or another. The wine is making you bolder. Your shy and timid side is stunned into the backseat as the intoxicated and brave side of you takes the steering wheel. You begin by provocatively standing up in front of Don, keeping his eyes locked to yours. You take off your green t-shirt over your head. Then you let your hands fall to your side, gently brushing Don's chest with your fingers. You have his full attention, you can tell. It feels good. Next, you turn around, pressing your butt against Don's crotch. You tease him, just a tiny bit, before opening the clasp of your black mini-skirt. Mentally, you decide that it's the wine doing all of this, not you, as you put on a little show for him while taking off your skirt. The bulge in his pants in undeniable as you innocently bump into him again, before finally letting your skirt fall to the ground. Then you spin around. You're pleased to see that Don is watching every move you make, thoroughly enjoying what he's seeing, as if the now visible bulge in his pants wasn't proof enough. [[Remove your bra and underwear too]] [[Innocently ask if he would like to remove them instead]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-473.png">You're beginning to enjoy the feeling of power you have over such a basic thing as a man's attention, or maybe it's just the wine that's enjoying it. Either way, your left hand finds the clasp of the bra at your back, opening it. With your right arm you protect your naked breasts from Don's gaze as you slide away the bra. But you only do so to tease him more. Finally you let both of your arms fall down to your hips, where they each grab a corner of your underwear. Your perky breasts are practically in Don's face, and he lets out an appreciative half-grunt half-sigh at the sight of them. Your nipples are getting hard from the attention his eyes are giving. As mesmerizing as your naked breasts are, you know Don expects more, and so you slowly remove your underwear, turning around as you do so. You let them drop to the floor. Back still turned to Don, you can almost feel his breath on your neck... "Do you like what you see, Mr. Don?" you continue to tease, still amazed by where you got the boldness to act this way and say these things. "Very much. I'll show you..." he says, putting a hand on each of your shoulders with firm hands. Don lets his hands trace down your arms, starting at the shoulders, going down past your elbows, finally settling at your wrists. He locks his hands there, then brings you closer to him, practically pressing you against him... His grip is strong, and there's not a thing you can do as he twists your hands behind your back, not painfully though, down against his... "See what you did, teasing like that..." he whispers into your ear as he guides your hands to touch the fully-grown bulge in his pants... As you hesitate for just a moment, Don gives you instructions, short and concise: "Take it out." [[Do as he says|do as he says day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-474.png">You're beginning to enjoy the feeling of power you have over such a basic thing as a man's attention, or maybe it's just the wine that's enjoying it. Either way, you feel bold enough to ask: "Would you like to finish the job?" lightly tugging at your bra and your underwear. He doesn't seem to mind taking charge of removing your clothes, now that you've already at least partially followed his instructions. Without a word, he turns you around so that he's behind you, letting his hands hover over your bra before sliding to the back and unclasping them. He slides them down from your shoulders, letting them fall freely to the living room's floor. His hands continue tracing your naked body, cupping and feeling your breasts. Your nipples reacts by getting hard and you shudder as his hands move down, to your underwear... His hands explore the outside at first, lightly touching your protected clitoris... Its sensitive and responds by sending a shiver through your body. He then quickly moves on, tugging at the sides, pulling your underwear down... He lets them fall on their own the rest of the way. "Do you like what you see, Mr. Don?" you whisper, still amazed by where you got the boldness to act this way and say these things. "Very much. I'll show you..." he says, putting a hand on each of your shoulders with firm hands. Don lets his hands trace down your arms, starting at the shoulders, going down past your elbows, finally settling at your wrists. He locks his hands there, then brings you closer to him, practically pressing you against him... His grip is strong, and there's not a thing you can do as he twists your hands behind your back, not painfully though, down against his... "See what you did, teasing like that..." he whispers into your ear as he guides your hands to touch the fully-grown bulge in his pants... As you hesitate for just a moment, Don gives you instructions, short and concise: "Take it out." [[Do as he says|do as he says day 4]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-475.png">Your hands are already pressed against his pants, where you can feel his full arousal simply waiting to be released... But Don is still keeping a tight hold on your wrists, keeping them locked in his grip behind your back. You can't help but feel a little bit aroused by the situation and once again you can't help but blame the wine for these thoughts... Don wouldn't even have to hold your wrists in place as you begin exploring his pants with your fingers, finding the button and the zipper... Don moves your wrists closer together as you do, shifting to holding your arms locked together with only his left hand... "Don't stop..." he reminds you. <<if $don_love_points <= 2>>It's the wine making you do these things, you tell yourself in shocked awe as you explore further...<</if>> You manage to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper, even though you're unable to see what you're doing, wrists locked in Don's grip. His member throbbs against the thin fabric of his boxers as you reach further in... Then his intentions for his right hand become clear as he takes hold of your throat, just below your chin, lifting your head slightly up towards the ceiling. You gasp at the intrusion, but he's not choking you... He merely keeps you there, pinned against him. Your heart is beating faster every second as his control over you becomes more intense. But you had something you were supposed to do, didn't you... You focus back on the task that Don assigned you... [[Free his cock from his pants]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-475.png">Your trembling fingers find what they're looking for, even as your eyes only see the ceiling of the living room, chin pinned up by Don's firm, yet not choking, hold of your throat. You pull down his pants and boxers enough to finally release his cock, and it easily fills the entirety of your hands with its length. "Good. How does my cock feel in your hand?" Don asks as your fingers and hand trace over the length of his shaft, only lightly touching him. Your cheeks are flushing red and your breath quickens. "It... it's big..." you manage to whisper back. Damn it, it must be the wine that's talking... It's almost like you're under a spell, unable to control yourself. "Stroke it. Feel how it lusts for you..." Don encourages you by gently guiding your hands along his shaft, helping you start. It doesn't take much effort to continue. You find yourself applying more pressure on his cock with your hands, stroking him as best you can behind your back. Satisfied with your efforts, Don releases the grip on your wrists, letting you stroke him more freely. With your newfound freedom, you give him longer strokes, up and down his shaft... His hands change places, his left now covers your mouth, only letting air in through your nose... At the same time his right hand finds the wetness between your legs... "Mmhm!" you gasp as his skilled fingers find your most sensitive spots, rubbing just the right way in the right places... You can feel how your juices are making it easier for how him to slide over everything, teasing you, making you gasp in silence into Don's strong hand pressed against your mouth. This is so... Your brain has a hard time thinking straight and you try your best to continue stroking Don's member. It's rock hard in your hands, resting sideways against your naked right asscheek. The two of you continue for a moment, Don pleasuring you with his hand, while you do the same, his hand still covering your mouth in a possessive fashion that makes all your submissive urges in your body cry with delight. <<if $day3_bedtime_any_finish is true>>You want him inside you, right now...<<else>>You surprise yourself when you realize that you want him inside you, right now...<</if>> [[Move his cock between your legs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-477.png">You're wet, horny and have been teased long enough by Don to know what you want and with that thought in mind you push your hips forward, away from Don. Then you change the angle of his solid member straight ahead. You lift your right leg up, only a tiny bit, and as you do so, allow his cock to slide freely between your legs. The angle is wrong for what you intended, however, and his cock simply ends up between your legs, rubbing against the wet underside of your pussy, but definitely not inside of you... You can feel his shaft peeking out between your legs... "Fffkkk.. mmm!" you groan into his hand that's still covering your mouth, practically begging him to fuck you! "Patience, we're just getting started Amanda..." he reassures you, cock casually gliding between your legs, getting your juices all over it in the process... Why won't he just... He then pulls away, letting go of your mouth in the process, taking an armslength's distance between you. He takes off his shirt and pants in two quick moves, then heads for the bedroom. "Don't move. Kneel." he commands as you take a step towards the stairs, intending to follow him. You freeze in place, suddenly nervous. Perhaps a part of you had hoped that by just showing interest and getting him hard and horny, he'd be satisfied with just fucking you... Instead, he's once again fetching some of his bdsm toys... You remember his second order, to kneel. Well, you've already come this far, no point backing down now... [[Kneel]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm3">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-478.png">Completely naked, horny and soaking wet between your legs, you go down onto your knees on the living room's floor. Don returns soon after, carrying some sort of wooden structure with him. It's about as large as the locker, meaning, he's had it stashed somewhere else... He places it in the middle of the living room and starts assembling it. Confused, you witness the construction. First, he places a solid-looking structure on the floor, with quite a wide base. Clearly it's that wide to make it balanced and hard to topple... Next, he attaches a wooden beam into the middle, roughly three feet high. He secures it to the base with some bolts. All the while he's working, he's glancing your way to make sure you're still kneeling... Which you are. You find yourself staring at whatever he's building right now... Next, he takes another wooden beam and puts is horizontally on top of the middle-beam. You notice that there are three half-circle holes at the top of this beam, a larger one in the middle, and two small ones to both sides. This beam he secures horizontally to the first vertical beam. As a finishing touch, he takes yet another beam, this one also with three holes in it, and secures it to the other beam with holes, but only on one side and with hinges. He's able to open it and close it... The half-circles form full circles when the beams connect... Seeing your puzzled look, Don explains: "It's a pillory. Very effective at putting you in a... compromising position, for my pleasure, and yours." You're not quite sure how that thing works yet. Don returns to the bedroom, fetching something else and quickly returns. "However, first, let's put this on you." Don announces, bringing with him a few items from the bedroom. The first one he holds up to your head. You realize you've been in this situation now multiple times, where Don simply ignores your wishes and instead has you doing things that he likes. The thing he's holding in his hand is some sort of harness for your head... <<if $day4_kiss_by_lake is true>>At this point, you're already very horny and the thought of him putting that thing on you turns you on even more...<</if>> [[Let him put the harness on without protesting]] <<if $day4_kiss_by_lake is false>>[[Protest and say it's really not necessary]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-481.png">Don is the one guiding your movement now with his iron grip on your arms. Step by step, you get closer to the pillory and before you know it, you're right in front of it. Don loosens his grip. "Put your head here, and hands here and here." Don instructs, pointing and lifting the upper beam. You realize that doing that would immobilize you completely when Don brings back down the upper beam, locking it into the lower beam... Your hands will be trapped in the holes, as will your neck... The position will make you completely helpess and exposed... "Do it." he continues, clearly not expecting a no for an answer. Your heart is beating faster again as you realize just what sort of predicament you're about to get yourself into if you do as he says. But refusal also isn't an option that Don is going to accept, which will likely make you end up trapped in the pillory anyway... [[Lean forward, placing your head and hands into the pillory]] [[No this is just too much for you, pull away!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to false>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-483.png">You can't help but feel dizzy at the prospect of leaning forward, surrendering complete control of your body to Don in a single submissive gesture. The wood looks... Uncomfortable, but it's at such a height that you should be able to catch most of your weight with your legs anyway. Only one way to find out... With the harness on your head, still drooling and biting onto the metal bit wrapped in leather, you lean closer, bending over so that you lean onto the wooden beam. Don nods his encouragement. With an increased heart rate and unable to think clearly, you let your arms slide into the half-circle holes. Don corrects your stance by pushing you back a bit, so that your wrists are resting against the wooden circles, palms facing down. Your hands are leaning over the other side, while the rest of your arm is on the same side as your body. The larger half-circle in the middle awaits your neck with impatience... Don gently guides your head down until you're forced to bend over properly, your naked ass full exposed, your back stuck in an uncomfortable horizontal position. The wood touches your neck, feeling cool and coarse. [[Don brings down the wooden beam over your head...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-481.png">The complete lack of control of your body that comes with the pillory is too much! You pull away from the wooden beams, trying to get distance from it, showing that you're not willing to endure this. "Nnhh-o, tthoo mupgh!" you say into the ring-gag, unable to get a coherent sentence formed. He grabs you, stopping your escape, tightly hugging your arms against your body. Your weak struggle is no match for his strength... He then sighs loudly, grabs your head, loosening up the ring-gag in your mouth enough that you can talk, if you want to. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> He puts the ring-gag back into your mouth. "Right. Either you go in there on your own, the comfortable way..." he explains. "Or I force you into it. It's for your own good." his words echo in your mind and you can't help but glance at the pillory right in front of you... Your own good? He really believes your neutral network needs this sort of treatment... You know that Don is strong enough to force you to do anything he wants. The question is, do you want to give him the satisfaction of meekly complying to his orders... Or do you stand your ground and potentially get hurt in the process. Either way, you're going in there, Don has made that much clear... [[It's best you do as he says|Lean forward, placing your head and hands into the pillory]] [[To hell with it, refuse!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-479.png">You shake your head, still on your knees. "There's no need for that..." you say, not as confidently as you'd hoped for. You know that if he wants something, he's not going to take no for an answer. Yet, you try to test the waters, see if you have room for negotiation. "It's cute when you say no." Don simply replies. "But I'm going to have to insist." he hold the harness, meant for your head, closer. Well, you tried... [[Let him put the harness on without protesting]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>[[Say no more firmly]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-485.png">What is he doing?<<if $day4_ankles_are_already_tied is false>> You can't see a thing as Don grabs you ankles. You can feel him placing something on one of them. His strong hand prevents you from doing anything in protest as he locks it on your right ankle, then your left.<</if>> You hear the scraping sound of a metallic object being dragged on the floor... You desperately try to get a look, but it's impossible since your head is stuck in the pillory, facing the opposite direction. He does something on your left ankle, you assume he's securing the metallic object there... Then he lifts your right leg into the air, forcing you to balance on just your left leg! You cry in confusion and small panic now that your weight is shifted more towards your neck and arms... In this awkward position, you can't do a thing as Don secures the metallic object onto your right leg... Finally, he lets you put down your suspended leg... But it won't reach the floor. You can feel something tugging on your left ankle... Realization hits you. Don has put something between your legs, securing your left ankle to one end and your right ankle to the other end... You literally cannot close your legs, or even open them more for that matter! Don lifts you up by your hip and you yelp at the surprise, but he gently places you back down onto the floor, this time with both legs firmly touching the ground... At this point you're properly frothing from your mouth as you try to calm yourself down. Don has not only put a harness on your head, limiting your vision and gagging you in the process... But now you're secured to a pillory by your neck and wrists, while your legs are spread out, kept apart by some sort of metallic bar secured to both of your ankles... "You look incredibly inviting, spread out and helpless like that." Don comments and caresses your asscheeks softly. You don't know what you were expecting for today, but this certainly wasn't it! [[Let him know exactly how you feel about this]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-485.png">"Y'h be'er enjo youelf wile thith la'th, becauh when I ge' ou' of thiff I'm gonga..." you begin threatening into the gag, but Don's painful slap on your butt silences you with a gagged yelp. "I'm not even going to pretent to have understood what you said, but I like the energy." he says, caressing the spot he just slapped you on. Well fuck... Your next protest is a quiet internal one. Here you are again, at Don's mercy, just like he wants. Somehow just thinking about your situation makes your legs weaker. And this position is getting uncomfortable with your legs spread out. You have to force more of your weight into your neck and wrists to balance it out... Don senses that you've accepted your fate. "Good. Now, let's do something we haven't tried yet..." he says, standing behind you. What you haven't...? His probing fingers find what they're looking for. Oh shit! His fingers circle around your asshole, filled with some sort of cool liquid. You realize that he's lubricating your asshole! Flinching, you try to get some distance from him, but there isn't anywhere you can go... Instead you can squirm and make your asshole a moving target, which he quickly stops by grapping an arm around your hips. He's now standing next to you, his side pressed against your side, but he's clearly turned the other way, fully focused on your exposed anus... You find yourself once again drooling and biting into the gag as his probing fingers advance, taking with them warmed up lubrication straight inside... Ouch! He slips a whole finger in there, helped along by the moisture. You can feel your ass clencing hard on his finger, protesting his advances. But he simply ignores the pressure, slowly sliding in and out, spilling more lubrication into your gaping orifice... "Mmphf! Fughh..." you sputter into the bite-gag in your mouth as he continues exploring your arse, unable to do a thing to stop him. To your horror you can feel your ass loosening up and the clencing muscle relaxing, confused by what is going on. You're equally confused. Are you supposed to be hating or enjoying this? The feeling of him just owning your asshole like this and fingering you... You can't believe your own thoughts, but it's starting to feel nice... How... [[Try to enjoy it]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-487.png">Mentally, you give up. It hurts more when you struggle, and so you let Don continue his violation of your private hole... And so he does, applying a lot of lubrication to your ass. "I can't believe how quickly you went from squirming to moaning." Don comments as his finger slides in and out of you. Your muffled groans do nothing to confirm or deny his theory. He continues fingering your ass with a lot of lubricant. "I'd say you're ready for two..." he comments, then unceremoniously widens your gaping arse by shoving two fingers in there instead of one... You flinch from the shock, at how easily it went in. He's slowed down his in-and-out movement now, instead focusing on making your ass bigger... You can feel it clenching again against his fingers, but as he applies more lubrication and continues his massaging probes, your ass once again relaxes and gives him full access to your rear... It's like your ass is giving up control, just like you did by simply finding yourself in this situation to begin with... "I think that's enough." he says, finally pulling his fingers out. As he does, a weak spluttering farting sound comes out of your ass when excess lubrication is pushed out as the gap closes... Your cheeks are burning up with embarrassment, but the feeling is short lived as you understand what he said. Enough? [[Enough for what?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-488.png">Don ignores the sound, like he's used to it all the time, and instead presses a cool object against your asshole, all the while applying even more lubrication... What is he doing he now... "You'll look really good with a plug." Don announces, pushing an impossibly wide thing against your lubed-up asshole. No way, that thing is way too wide! But with a tiny plopping sound it enters, and your ass clenches shut around it. "Ooooohghp...." you manage to shout into the gag in shock as the butt-plug snuggly slides in place. "Nice. Like it belongs there." Don comments and lets go of your waist, standing behind you now, no doubt admiring his handiwork. You try to will your ass to push the thing out, but it's stuck firm... It's also no longer stretching you as badly as mere moment ago, suggesting to you that it was wider at first, but much more narrow on the spot that now sits in the entrance... The longer it lingers, the less bothered you are by it, but as Don again slaps your ass its presence is unmistakable... A dull pressure that makes even the smallest movements rock your insides... Don moves about behind you, doing... Something. Then he lightly taps you with something hard on the left asscheek, making you flinch. "This is a wooden paddle, designed to motivate horny and naughty girls." he explains. Yeah, right... You squirm under the touch of the thing as Don moves it slowly over your ass, from one side to the other, essentially massaging you gently with it. Then he slaps you. The hardness of the wood compared to Don's hand makes you instantly awake and alert. "Augh!" Fuck! "That was just a light tap." Don says, doing it again, this time on your other asscheek. You're unable to escape the torment, bound helpessly as you are to the pillory and your legs literally spread out for Don by the metal bar secured to your ankles... [[There's nothing you can do as Don spanks you with the paddle]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-489.png">You don't have to like it to endure it, but he sure as hell isn't make it easy for you. He strikes you again, not too hard but enough to sting. The buttplug inside you makes a jolt every time the paddle smacks into you. He strikes again, and again, alternating asscheeks. A numbness is spreading where he strikes, a throbbing hot spot that makes each consecutive strike hurt more, even though you hope that he isn't increasing the force each blow... As your legs start to shake from the pain your compromising position makes things awkward for you... When you try to rest your weak legs a little bit, as soon as you do, the pillory keeps your stuck in place. You're unable to get into a comfortable position to rest your legs. There's no rest and no escape from Don's strikes. Just as you're about to burst into tears from the pain and desparation, Don stops, letting you shiver, shake and drool as you catch your breath. Don circles around to the front of the pillory and you can finally get a good look at your torturer. He's completely naked, with a fully erect cock staring you straight in the face... You force yourself to glance up, at Don's face, but the pillory isn't make it easy... "Shocked at how well you took it?" he asks, placing a gentle hand under your chin, smearing the drool that has dripped from your gagged mouth all over your face. You flinch at the gesture that firmly reminds you that he sees you as nothing but his play-thing is this very moment... "Because I sure am. You ass is literally made for spanking." he concludes, either teasing you, mocking you or truly admiring you, there's no way you can tell the difference right now. "As a reward, I'll remove the harness and gag, if you continue behaving like the good slut you are." he continues, placing a hand on your head, fingers playing with the leather straps keeping it in place. A good little slut? Is that what you are? Surely there are other reasons why you find yourself in this situation. You realize he's waiting for you to say or do something... [[You'll be a good little slut]] [[You'll most definitely not be a good little slut]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-496.png"><<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>><<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>>You can't believe what you're about to do, but you weakly nod and grunt into the ring-gag: "Yeff..." no more than that is needed to confirm to Don that you've accepted the assigned role of a slut. He begins to unravel the harness, starting by opening the secure straps, then pulls the contraption from your head. Relieved, you feel the the pressure in your mouth releasing as the straps no longer force your mouth shut and the gag into your mouth. The mouth-piece is the last to go as the harness leaves your head and you can't help but work your jaw a moment in appreciation of having your freedom again. Well, not quite freedom... You're definitely not going anywhere, stuck to the pillory and with your legs still spread wide by the metal bar... But nonetheless you appreciate the relative freedom that you receive, now that you're no longer gagged. "Sorry if I don't take your word for it. Show me instead what a good little slut you are." Don's rock-hard member is now right in front of you, and your mouth no longer gagged. His cock is so close. You could try to reach for it... [[Try to reach for his cock with your mouth]] [[Beg him to fuck his little slut]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-501.png"><<set $day4_willing_blowjob to true>>You can make a very good guess as to what he wants you to do now, but you can't reach it... Wordlessly, you strain your neck as far as the pillory allows you, almost reaching his cock when you stick out your tongue... You glance up at Don in an attempt to say "please help me" with your eyes. He obliges your request, taking a step forward so that you no longer need to strain yourself to reach it. Now the problem becomes the fact that you can't move your head back and forth much at all... You nudge the tip of his cock softly with your cheek as you try to take it into your mouth, making it only go further away... Finally, with Don's help, you succeed and your willing mouth opens to greet his member. What an absolute slut you are, just like he wanted. You're helpessly locked to the pillory and recently spanked, still wearing a buttplug and all you can do is whimper softly as his cock glides into your mouth. He slides effortlessly in and out of your horny mouth and you can't help but think of the view he's getting right now... Just thinking about it turns you on more. Don lets you do the heavy lifting while pleasuring him, only moving his hips a tiny bit back and forth in sync with your bobbing head. His grunts of appreciation confirms that what you're doing feels incredible for him. "You're truly a one-of-a-kind slut Amanda." Don says, now breathing heavily, moving his hip further, taking his shaft deeper into your mouth. You gag, but you don't mind... Instead, you brace yourself as his hips begin to work faster. There's no longer any need for you to do anything... He's taken full control of the thrusts, and you just keep your mouth open, slurping and drooling as he face-fucks you. A while later, his thrusts come to a sudden stop. Your jaw is aching and your throat is sore. There's a large pool of drool on the living room floor, you realize, as you relax you neck and look down. "That's just what a man needs after a long day." he says, patting you on the cheek as he walks behind you, once again out-of-view as your wrists and neck remain locked to the pillory, able to look only in one direction. "You've been so good, keeping this buttplug inside without complaining. I'll reward you now by removing it. Relax you ass." Don instructs, gently twirling the buttplug, preparing your ass for the relief. You might as well co-operate, it just might hurt less... [[Relax your ass]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-500.png">You've been horny for a while now, only briefly interrupted by the spanking. "Please fuck your dirty little slut..." You plead, staring at his erect cock, so close to your mouth... He strokes your hair. "Since you ask so nicely..." he walks behind you, once again out-of-view as your wrists and neck remain locked in the pillory, making you able to look only in one direction. "You've been so good, keeping this buttplug inside you without complaining. I'll reward you now by removing it. Relax you ass." Don instructs, gently twirling the buttplug, preparing your ass for the relief. You might as well co-operate, it just might hurt less... [[Relax your ass]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-502.png"><<set $day4_ass_fucked to true>>The buttplug has already been inside you for what feels like an eternity and your ass has gotten accustomed to it. Yet now that Don is moving it, you can feel that you ass is a bit sore... Happy to get it out, you try your best to relax your arse as Don pulls at the plug, just a tiny bit, then releases the pressure, then pulls again a tiny bit. He's clearly unwilling to just pull it out, for risk of rupturing your asshole no doubt... Well that's at least how it felt when it went in the first time... A full minute or two Don is simply working your ass back and forth, before he finally feels confident enough. With a pop followed by a slurp, the buttplug is released and your ass is free... The immense relief you feel is incredible... Don moves to the front again where you can see him. He's golding a dark glass buttplug in his hand, completely wet from the lubrication... "Not bad for a first-timer." he says, showing you the size of the thing. What the... It's much smaller than you thought! How could such a small thing feel like such a huge literal pain-in-the-ass going in and out?? "That's uhh... Much smaller than I thought..." you mumble, quite sure that Don is not showing you the real buttplug he put into you... "No, you did good. A buttplug of any size is a huge deal." he insists, praising your effort. Well, it's not like you did anything... You were gagged and bound, unable to protest or move away when he put it in... Mentally, you're thinking that surely you can do better than that tiny plug. "You've been a very good girl Amanda, truly. I'll reward you by giving your ass a proper fuck." Don declares and moves behind you again, out of sight. Your what? Wait! He said he's going to fuck you... In the ass!? [[Protest!|protest day 4]] [[Your ass can take it, don't protest]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-508.png">"Wait, no! Not my ass! Please..." In your ears, you sound freightened and desperate, but you also realize that you're at the complete mercy of Don... "Remember your place, slut. Your ass is mine to do with as I please, no matter how much you beg." he declares, matter-of-fact. You're literally in no position to argue with that, stuck in the pillory as you are, legs already spread out wide with the metal bar tied to your ankles... In this position, your body is practically begging to be used by Don in any way he likes... "Anything but my ass! It's not... It isn't ready!" you protest, trying to reason with him. The buttplug was already more than enough, on the edge of being too much... And that thing was tiny! You know the size of Don's member... It's both wider and at least three times as long the the plug... "Don't worry, your ass is in good hands..." he says, completely ignoring what you just said. You can feel the cool lubrication again, directly applied from the bottle into your ass... You gasp at the intrusion. He's literally pumping your ass full of the... Before you have time to think, he pulls the bottle out and takes a steady hold of your waist with both of his hands... His cock is right there, the tip touching your lubed up and prepared asshole... "Please Don, no..." you whimper fully aware that there's not a thing you can do to stop him... You're very much afraid that he's going to split you in two... He shoves himself in, how far you have no idea, but it feels like a lot. "Ah! Fuck..." you gasp, shocked, betrayed and hurt... "I've only just put the tip of my cock inside you Amanda..." he comments, but doesn't stop there... [[Tell him to stop!|Tell him you don't want this]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-508.png">You're in no position to protest, and you know it. If he wants to fuck your ass, he's going to fuck you ass, so you might as well accept it and maybe even try to enjoy the new experience... When you remain silent, Don spanks your ass with the flat of his hand. "I said, I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Any objections?" he says. Yes you heard him the first time... Does he want you to protest? Is he waiting for you to say no, just so that he can do it anyway? Well, you've already made up your mind. Your ass is his, if he wants it. "No objections. Just... Please be gentle..." you plead, hoping there's enough submissiveness and protesting for his dirty mind in your voice, while also genuinely hoping he doesn't completely destroy your ass... He grunts in response, clearly satisfied with your answer. "Don't worry, your ass is in good hands..." he says. You can feel the cool lubrication again, directly applied from the bottle into your ass... You gasp at the intrusion. He's literally pumping your ass full of the... Before you have time to think, he pulls the bottle out and takes a steady hold of your waist with both of his hands... His cock is right there, the tip touching your lubed up and prepared asshole... Suddenly you're very much afraid that he's going to split you in two, his dick is much bigger than the buttplug... He shoves himself in, how far you have no idea, but it feels like a lot. "Ah! Fuck..." you gasp, more shocked than hurt... "I've only just put the tip of my cock inside you Amanda..." he politely reads your mind and corrects you. Well, somehow that doesn't put you any more at ease, if only the tip makes you feel like this... "I want you to say that you want this Amanda." he says, the tip of his cock still lodged into your anus... [[Tell him you don't want this]] [[Tell him you want this]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to true>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-503.png">Your ass is still raw, throbbing from the pain of being beaten by the wooden paddle, and he expects you to be in the mood to be his good little slut? You'd rather keep the gag and harness on than tell him you're ready to be his slut for the day... Even as the thought enters your mind you realize that in your current position, propped up on the pillory and legs spready like this, you're literally already a slut just waiting to be taken and used by him... Still, you defiantly stay silent, shaking your head. Don is not amused. He loosens your mouth-gag just enough so that you can talk, if you want to. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> He puts the ring-gag back into your mouth. "Right. To prove my point and remind you of your nature..." he says, then walks behind you, out of sight again... You can't turn around to see what he's doing, stuck in the pillory as you are. Soon he returns to stand next to you, behind you, out of sight, but you hear him and feel him... He grabs your right breast, tugging painfully, pinching your nipple. "Mmhmph!" you cry into your gag. But his pinching stops, replaced by a much more painful pressure being applied to your nipple. You howl in confusion, what the hell is he doing!? "A painful nipple-clamp, for a painfully defiant bdsm android. No doubt your behavioural matrix loves this." Don explains. Your poor nipple is on fire... Don grabs your left breast, applying the same treatment there. "Fuffkkk!" you bite and protest into the gag, grinding your teeth into the leather... Now your jaws hurt more than your nipples and you stop biting, not wanting to do any more damage to your teeth. Your nipples are sore, and throbbing with pain, but they are quickly growing accustomed to the pain... "Well you stopped howling way too quickly. How about we make this more interesting..." Don threatens. Interesting? What is he... He's doing something with your clamps! Then suddenly you can feel them tugging downwards. He's added weights to them! "Nnn...oo!" you yelp into the gag. But Don ignores you, adding yet another weight, making the clamps pull on your nipples even more. It feels like they're are going to pop clean off! "I ask again. Will you follow your programming? Will you be my good little slut?" Don returns to stand in front of you. You're having a hard time concentrating through the painfully tugging clamps... [[You give up, you'll be his good little slut]] [[No way, Don is taking things too far...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to false>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>><<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-510.png">You don't want this... "Please stop... Don't..." you weakly manage to plead, completely aware that you have no power in this situation... Don pulls out the tip of his cock from your ass, giving you relief, for now. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Fucking your unwilling ass is exactly what your bdsm programming would want me to do. The way your android body wants to be treated." Don simply comments and slides his dick back against your anus, further in this time, his hands simultaneously firmly taking control of your waist. You cry out in panic as it enters, your ass welcoming his cock even though you did not, helped along by the lubrication. The pressure is building, and it feels much worse than before... "No... No, please, not my ass!" you whimper and plead, but he ignores you and continues to drive his shaft into your unwilling arse. He's taking full advantage of your exposed hole and there's not a thing you can do in this position, being locked in the pillory and your legs spread out by the metal bar... The pain is constant now as he rams into you, violating you. "Nn--Nnoo-ohh..." you cry, pointlessly as his cock slides in and out of your lubed-up arse, for what feels like an eternity... "Ah, so good..." Don groans and then you feel his throbbing cock shoot hot semen deep into your ass... You groan in pain, in sync with his final thrusts, as he spills every drop in you. When he finally pulls away and draws his cock out you feel completely violated... Fluids of some sort is pouring out of your ass, running down your legs... No doubt a mixture of semen and lubrication... Behind you, Don is gasping from the excersion, but you're too busy recovering mentally and physically to say a word... Your legs are no longer able to hold your weight. You slump forward, held up by the pillory that's trapping your neck and wrists... Don thankfully catches you as you fall and lifts you effortlessly with one arm around your waist, preventing you from choking on the wooden beams trapping you... Then he opens the lock to the pillory and lifts the hinges. He takes you in his arms and carefully puts you down on the floor, lying on your back in a pool of fluids... You don't care. You're humiliated, sweaty, in pain and exhausted, barely registering what's happening anyway. Finally, he unlocks the cuffs around your ankles. Free at last, he then picks you up again, taking you up the stairs, straight to the bathroom... What a mess you are, you realize as you see yourself in the bathroom mirror. Is this how Don wants you to look like... But he doesn't seem to be bothered by your looks. Instead he carefully puts you in the bathtub and brings the shower head to you, then starts showering you, head-to-toe, cleaning every inch of you. He also washes himself while he's at it. When he gets to your pussy you weakly grab his hand. "I'll manage..." you explain, not actually sure if you will, but you want him out of here... [[Wait for him to leave you alone in the bathtub]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-510.png">"I... Want... This..." you weakly manage to say. He's not impressed. "You want what?" he queries, looking for specifics... Your legs are getting weaker just thinking about the fact that he's about to ravage your behind... You gather the courage to say what's already on your lips: "I want you to... Fuck me in the ass." as soon as you say it his dick slides further in, his hands firmly taking control of your waist. You groan as it enters, helped along by the lubrication. The penetration doesn't feel much worse than before, instead it's turned into an oddly relaxing experience... Kind of like the relief you feel after taking a large dump, but reversed and constant... You're shocked at the thought. He effortlessly slides in and out of your lubed ass. "Ah... Don, fuck me..." you whimper as he continues to drive his shaft into your ready and willing ass. This position, of being locked in the pillory and your legs spread out by the metal bar, and being fucked in the ass by Don... "Mmmhhh.." you moan as shoves his dick further in, truly taking full advantage of you welcoming ass. This is not what you imagined would happen today, and you'd prefer it if he fucked you the normal way instead... But you're not complaining. "Your ass is so tight Amanda..." Don comments between his own grunts of pleasure. You agree fully with his comment... His dick is filling it completely, only able to move in and out thanks to the copious amount of lube. "This is... Too good..." Don groans and then you feel his throbbing cock shoot hot semen deep into your ass... You moan in sync with his final thrusts as he spills every drop in you. When he finally pulls away and draws his cock out you feel violated in a strangely good way. But your legs are barely strong enough to keep your standing. A mix of fluids is pouring out of your ass, running down your legs... Behind you, Don is gasping from the excersion, but you're too busy recovering mentally and physically to say a word... You don't even hear him walking away and coming back until you hear a buzzing sound behind you. Almost like an electric shaver...? [[Try to figure out what he's doing]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-462.png">You can't quite remember all the details, nor his plan, for how to permanently remove the failsafe device from being connected to you. This temporary setup of hauling a huge battery around is not going to be feasible in the long run... Besides, it's a dead give away for anyone looking for an illegal androids... "Can you explain again how you plan to deactivate the failsafe? I mean, permanently." you ask, genuinely curious. Don thinks for a moment, no doubt mentally going through all the steps himself first. "Well, first, we must scramble the signal between the failsafe device and you, and while we do that, we need to operate on you, removing the primary receiver and the primary shock-trigger inside of you. Finally, we are going to flush your system, every day, with suppressants that mimic the chemical signals sent by the primary trigger, ensuring that the secondary triggers always receive a positive value." he's been counting the steps with his fingers. "And why do we need to scramble the signal again, instead of blocking it?" you ask, trying to recall what he said. Don scratches behind his ear, thoughtful. "When we operate to remove the primary receiver, and the primary trigger, a tamper-proof switch will trigger... Which will kill you, unless we can scramble the signal in just the right way during the operation... This includes cases where the signal is undisturbed, blocked or the device is disabled." he explains. Right... You try to put it in your own words: "So essentially the signal needs to get through that tell the things inside me, and the failsafe device itself, that things are just fine, while in reality I'm being operated on and the devices are being removed, because when they are tampered with, they will scream bloody murder?" your conclusion comes to a confusing end. It almost makes sense. Don smiles and nods his head. "Well, pretty much yeah. That's one way to put it." Well, now you understand it a bit better. "And the suppressants?" you ask. Don shrugs, apologetically. "You have a ton of secondary triggers inside you that constantly need to receive a positive value from your primary receiver. But if we remove the primary receiver, it can't send those positive signals anymore. And, the primary receiver is the only receiver in you that is directly connected to the failsafe device outside of you. The secondary receivers are only connected to the primary receiver. So... We either need to remove all secondary receivers, and I don't know where they are, nor how many there are, or, we find a way to mimic the signals sent by the primary receiver, fooling the devices. You'll have to keep taking the suppressants for the rest of your life, or until we find a way to remove all the secondary receivers, but it should work." Don explains. Right, and Don already had a list of 100 different things that could potentially work as the suppressant... "Right. Thanks for explaining it. Again." you conclude, drinking your wine. Don raises his glass in response. [[Enjoy the rest of the picnic]] [[Ask him about what you've seen on the news]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-510.png">".... what...?" you mumble, trying to understand what he's about to do. Instead of answering you, he gently presses something against your soaking wet pussy. "Ohh...!" is all you manage to say as Don's buzzing tool, a vibrator you realize, stimulates the whole area around your neglected clitoris, making the muscles in your legs twitch. The sensation is unlike anything you've experienced, sending out constant waves of pleasure... Don then shoves something into your soaking wet pussy, without stopping what he's doing with the vibrator. "Ahh... Don..." you whimper, unable to escape the vibrator or the thing fucking your pussy... You realize through the haze that it's not Don who's doing the fucking, rather, he's using a dildo... But you don't care, it feels good either way... Too damn good... Don brings you to a climax not once, not twice, but three times as his skilled hands use the toys to their full potential. By the time he's brought you to a third climax you're in another place, completely forgotten that you're bound to a pillory with your legs spread out by a metal bar... You're in a good place, a place with only pleasure... As you catch your breath after the third and final orgasm your legs are no longer able to hold your weight. You slump forward, held up by the pillory that's trapping your neck and wrists... Don thankfully catches you as you fall and lifts you effortlessly with one arm around your waist, preventing you from choking on the wooden beams trapping you... Then he opens the lock to the pillory and lifts the hinges. He takes you in his arms and carefully puts you down on the floor, lying on your back in a pool of fluids... You don't care. You're sweaty and spent, barely registering what's happening anyway. Finally, he unlocks the cuffs around your ankles. Free at last, he then picks you up again, taking you up the stairs, straight to the bathroom... You wrap your arms around him for extra support, even though he clearly is strong enough to carry you on his own... What a mess you are, you realize as you see yourself in the bathroom mirror. This is how a good little slut looks like... Don, however, doesn't seem to be bothered by your looks. Instead he carefully puts you down in the bathtub and brings the shower head to you, then starts showering you, head-to-toe, cleaning every inch of you. He also washes himself while he's at it. When he gets to your pussy you weakly grab his hand. "I'll manage..." you explain, not actually sure if you will... But Don nods. [[Wait for him to leave you alone in the bathtub]] <<if $don_love_points >= 1>><<if $day4_you_want_ass_fuck is true>>[[Kiss him]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-513.png">Without thinking about it too much, you lean close to him just before he pulls away, planting a wet kiss on his mouth. <<if $day3_kissed_don is true>>His familiar lips embrace yours, a little hesitantly at first, but as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue he gladly accepts.<<else>><<if $day4_kiss_by_lake is true>>His familiar lips embrace yours, a little hesitantly at first, but as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue he gladly accepts.<<else>>He's startled, you can tell, clearly not expecting this. His lips are a little hesitantly at first, but as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue he tentatively accepts.<</if>><</if>> You explore his mouth with your tongue, just as he explores yours, your wet weak lips pressed against his strong yet soft lips... It is Don who pulls away first, leaving you wanting more... Your eyes lock for a moment. "I'll be right outside. Call if you need anything." he says, before leaving you alone, closing the bathroom door behind him. You linger for a moment, forgetting what you were doing. Finally you snap out of it and continue washing yourself, sitting in the bathtub, still too weak to stand on your own legs. [[Wash yourself]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-513.png"><<set $day4_kissed_don to false>>Don pulls away and your eyes lock for a moment. "I'll be right outside. Call if you need anything." he says, before leaving you alone, closing the bathroom door behind him. Slowly, you begin washing yourself, sitting in the bathtub, still too weak to stand on your own legs. [[Wash yourself]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-515.png">When Don leaves you alone, you let out a long sigh, close your eyes and just let the warm water wash over you. Your body hurts, but not necessarily from trauma. Rather, it feels like you've been running a marathon.. Or five... Or at least how you imagine it would feel like to run a couple of marathons in a row. There's not an ounce of energy left in your sore muscles after today's almost brutal session... Your legs are weak, your wrists are hurting, and your neck and throat feel bruised... Your fingers find the line where the wooden beam of the pillory rested against your neck. That feeling of being trapped and helpless... You slowly swallow, checking that your throat isn't damage. It seems to be working like it should. After everything Don did to you today... <<if $day4_hard_punishment is true>>Flogging your pussy raw... <</if>><<if $day4_ass_fucked is true>>Fucking your ass... <</if>><<if $day4_nipple_clamps is true>>Putting painful nipple-clamps on you... <</if>>It takes you a moment to compile your thoughts, just trying to make sense of what exactly you're feeling right now. <<if $day4_kissed_don is true>>You even kissed him after all that! <</if>>You must be going crazy, because you're feeling a strange sort of catharsis, combined with a mixture of emotions. You try to make sense of them. Your primary feeling and emotion is exhaustion, just overwhelming exhaustion. Yet, you're also feeling something else for what happened today. You feel: <<if $day4_kissed_don is true>>[[Pretty good.]]<<else>>[[Betrayed, violated and hurt.]]<</if>> [[Relatively good, all things considered.|Pretty good.]] [[Sad and hurt]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-507.png">You can't believe what you're about to do, but Don has proven his point... You weakly nod and grunt into the bite-gag: "Yeff..." no more than that is needed to confirm to Don that you've accepted the assigned role of a slut. He begins to unravel the harness, starting by opening the secure straps, then pulls the contraption from your head. Relieved, you feel the the pressure in your mouth releasing as the straps no longer force your mouth shut and the gag into your mouth. The mouth-piece is the last to go as the harness leaves your head and you can't help but work your jaw a moment in appreciation of having your freedom again. Well, not quite freedom... You're definitely not going anywhere, stuck to the pillory and with your legs still spread wide by the metal bar... But nonetheless you appreciate the relative freedom that you receive, now that you're no longer gagged. He moves behind you, out of sight, and with relief you feel him taking the weights away from the nipple clamps... The pain immediately weakens and he even removes the clamps completely. You sigh with relief as he gently massages your hurt breasts, as a reward for finally saying what he wanted to hear... Yes, you'll be his good little slut... Then he moves behind you, caressing your ass gently with his hands. "Since you've promised to behave like the good little slut you really are... I will reward you by removing the buttplug. Relax your ass." Don instructs, gently twirling the buttplug, preparing your ass for the relief. You might as well co-operate, it just might hurt less... [[Relax your ass]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to false>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>><<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-504.png">Through the pain you somehow manage to concentrate long enough to once again shake your head. "Fughh... Yghh!" you tell him, your insult hindered by the gag. Don has a pained look in his eyes. "This doesn't make me happy, you know..." he says, giving you an apologetic pat on you cheek. Then he moves out of sight again... A part of you groans internally for your stupidity. Why didn't you just say what he wanted to hear... The thought hasn't even finished when he suddenly pulls out the buttplug. You'd almost forgotten about that... Muffled by the gag, there's not a thing you can say to make him stop as he works on your ass with the plug, making the muscles relax until the plug pops free with a slurping wet sound. The immense relief you feel is incredible... But it only lasts for a short moment as Don applies fresh lube into your ass, putting the bottle right in there, filling you. "Uggh!" you exclaim in surprise at the intrusion. Before you know it, he's done, pulls out the bottle and leaves your ass filled with lubrication. Then you feel something cool and metallic being pushed there, a round thing. It plops in without effort, lodging itself into your gaping arse. What the hell is this thing!? You can't see it, but it feels like a metallic ball, attached to a length of metal that goes out of your ass... "Eyhh!" you cry as Don suddenly pulls your hair backwards, forcing the back of your head against the upper wooden beam of the pillory. He tugs your hair, doing something... You don't know what. It's like he's tying a knot there. Then his intentions become perfectly clear as he pulls on the thing lodged into your ass... [[He's connecting your hair with the thing in your ass!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-505.png">In muffled, drooling and gagged horror you can simply stand there helpess as Don attaches your hair to the thing in your ass... "That should hopefully remind you of your nature. A nice ass-hook to keep your focused." He says, finishing his new torture setup. "Gaah!" Is all you manage to cry as your head is now pulled backwards, with the back of your head resting against the wooden beam of the pillory... At the same time your asshole is being pulled towards your head by a rope attached to your hair and the hook attached in your ass. You can still lean forward with your head, but doing so pulls the hook deeper into your anus... And so you choose to spare your ass to the best of your abilities by simply resting the back of your head against the beam... How you ever found yourself in this situation, you don't know, but the pain and humiliation of being stuck like this is unbearable... The clamps are still doing their best to tear off your nipples, and you remain stuck in the pillory by your neck and wrists, legs still spread apart by the metal bar inviting Don to take full advantage of the only part of your body that isn't used in one way or another... And he does. You can feel him standing behind you, his fully erect and rock-hard shaft brushing against the underside of your belly... "Fhhhit!" Don lifts you by your waist to a better position, for him obviously, and simultaneously inserts his member in your confusingly wet pussy. "This is what you're programmed to enjoy. Don't you feel it?" Don teases and slams into you, his cock sliding in and out effortlessly. You can't do anything but remain pinned, ass hurting, nipples hurting and now pussy ravaged by Don. Gasping and drooling into the gag, you try to remain standing as your legs begin to shake from the sensory overload. Don senses that you're getting weak and promptly lifts you up by the waist, one hand on each side, and continues fucking you, while your toes now barely touch the ground... You lose track of time as he pounds you, bringing you to an involuntary climactic orgasm. He doesn't reach his climax at the same time, but instead continues pounding you a while longer. The slapping sound of him ramming his shaft into your wetness is only interrupted by his grunts and your whimpers. Finally, when you're about to pass out, Don cums, shooting his hot semen deep inside you. You can feel his throbbing dick clearly firing its load a couple of times, as Don thrusts into you a few final times. [[Exhausted, you almost faint]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-506.png"><<if $day4_hard_punishment is false>>You slump down, held up by the pillory that's trapping your neck and wrists... Don thankfully catches you as you fall and lifts you effortlessly with one arm around your waist, preventing you from choking on the wooden beams trapping you... Holding you up with one arm, he works on the hook inside your ass, slowly taking it out with a wet popping sound... He then opens the lock to the pillory and lifts the hinges.<<else>>If it wasn't for Don lifting you up by your waist, you would've fallen, likely twisting your neck in the process. As it is, he instead shifts to effortlessly hold you up with one arm around your waist. Then he opens the lock to the pillory and lifts the hinges.<</if>> He takes you in his arms and carefully puts you down on the floor, lying on your stomach in a pool of your and his juices... You don't care, you're sweaty, exhausted and spent, and barely registering what's happening anyway. <<if $day4_hard_punishment is false>>Next, he unlocks the cuffs around your ankles, removes the rope attached to your hair and frees you from the harness that's on your head. You take a deep gasping breath of air as the bit-gag is finally removed from your mouth... <</if>>Freed from your bondage at last, he then picks you up again, taking you up the stairs, straight to the bathroom. What a mess you are, you realize as you see yourself in the bathroom mirror. Is this how Don wants you to look? But he doesn't seem to be bothered by your looks. Instead he carefully puts you down in the bathtub and brings the shower head to you, then starts showering you, head-to-toe, cleaning every inch of you. He also washes himself while he's at it. When he gets to your pussy you weakly grab his hand. "I'll manage..." you explain, not actually sure if you will, but you want him out of here... Yet, paradoxically, despite the hard bondage and painful experience, a tiny part of you actually enjoyed what Don did to you. It was extremely intense... [[Wait for him to leave you alone in the bathtub]] <<if $day4_hard_punishment is false>><<if $don_love_points >= 2>>[[Kiss him]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-490.png">Yeah, no way you're going to trap yourself in the pillory. Don will have to force you if he wants you in it! You struggle against him, trying to escape his iron grip. When your intentions of not following his orders are clear as day, Don unceremoniously lifts you in the air, with you kicking wildly and drooling uncontrollably into the gag. The wine has made you escpecially confrontational today it seems... But rather than taking your wriggling and defiant body directly to the pillory, Don instead smoothly grabs a pair of handcuffs from the living room table, always ready for everything... You get in a good punch, once, but soon lose freedom of your hands as Don handcuffs them together. He then suddenly drops you to the ground so that you land on your back. The force takes the breath out of your lungs. In shock, you fail to catch your breath a few times, hyperventilating through the gag. Immediately as he dropped you, he grabbed your legs, putting a pair of handcuffs on them as well. You now have much less movement to protest anything he wants, but you still try to roll away on the floor as best as you can... His foot on your back stops you, pushing you painfully down against the floor... He keeps you there a moment, admiring your shaking, naked and bound body... "I'm sorry that I have to do this, but you need to learn not to fight your nature. I ask again, one last time. Will you go into it willingly?" he asks, still pinning you to the floor with his foot, his whole weight pressed against your back... [[Fine! He wins...]] [[No, he doesn't win!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness +1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-490.png">Shaking with frustration, you take a few deep breaths with you nose. Alright, he's proven that there's no point resisting... Weakly, you nod. "Mhpghmkaay... Igh dho itgh..." you manage to stutter into the gag and instantly, you feel the pressure on your back lifting away as Don lifts his foot. Defeated, you get onto your knees, unable to stand up on your own with your legs tied. Don graciously unlocks your arms and legs, then lifts you up and brings you to a standing position in front of the pillory. He helpfully pushes you forward into the half-circles of the lower beam... You feel dizzy as he forces you to lean forward, surrendering complete control of your body to him in a single submissive gesture. The wood looks... Uncomfortable, but it's at such a height that you should be able to catch most of your weight with your legs anyway. With an increase heart rate and unable to think clearly, you let your arms slide into the half-circle holes. Don corrects your stance by pushing you back a bit, so that your wrists are resting against the wooden circles, palms facing down. Your hands are leaning over the other side, while the rest of your arm is on the same side as your body. The larger half-circle in the middle awaits your neck with impatience... Don gently guides your head down until you're forced to bend over properly, your naked ass full exposed, your back stuck in an uncomfortable horizontal position. The wood touches your neck, feeling cool and coarse. Your breathing quickens as you hear the sound of the metallic hinge closing and then before you know it, you can feel the pressure of the wooden beam at the back of your neck, forcing you back down towards the bottom beam. You gasp, involuntarely biting harder onto the ring-gag in your mouth as Don fully pushes the beam down. You force yourself to relax your aching jaws... No point biting harder onto the gag on your mouth, it's made of solid steel after all... Then you can hear the metallic clink of a lock being secured to your right... Instinct takes over and you push upwards, pointlessly, as you realize these beams aren't moving anywhere... And pulling your hands free is impossible too, the holes are just barely big enough for your slim wrists, there's no way you can make your hands small enough to fit those holes. And your neck, well, you can't very well shrink your head can you? A tugg confirms it, this hole is too small to escape. Properly propped up, with no doubt quite the view for Don, you remain stuck just like you knew you would be. Of course you can still move your legs... Don unlocks the chain that's between your ankles, but keeps the cuffs on. [[Don is doing something behind you|To your horror, Don grabs your ankles!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to $hardcore_punishment +1>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>><<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-492.png">He might've gagged you and cuffed your wrists and ankles, you there's still a fire in you. This pillory has become a metaphor for your freedom and right to rule over your own body, and you will figuratively die on this hill rather than accept surrender. Or so you tell yourself. You can't help but wonder if it's the wine making you think this way... If it is, then it means that the real you wants to be tied by Don and used by him in any way he likes... The prospect of your real personality being so submissive makes you stare stunned at the living room floor... Here you are, after all, already bound and gagged, drooling and shaking, completely naked for Don's pleasure... And you were the one who suggested this. The thought that you could be reluctant and yet enjoy everything Don does to you enters your mind... Don, however, takes your internal struggle as a sign that you're not ready to surrender, and rightly so. You had no intentions of giving up control without a fight. He momentarily lifts the pressure of his foot that's pinning you on the ground, and you surge like a bolt of lightning across the room... Or so you thought. In reality, you manage to crawl maybe two feet before Don puts a rope around your neck. "Hhggrrmpgh!?" comes out of your surprised throat as he closes a noose around your neck, making it so tight you can barely breathe! Don says: "After all this time, I thought your neural network would've been calibrated. It seems I have to be extra harsh to get through to it..." With rasping breaths and drooling all over, you're helpessly dragged by Don to the pillory across the floor. The way is short, the pillory was literally right there next to you, but it feels like a long distance being dragged by your throat... You're choking and unable to breathe when Don lifts your bound body to the pillory, pressing the your throat down onto the middle half-circle of the lower wooden beam... The rope that's choking you keeps your neck stuck against the wooden beam as he pulls it down, securing it somewhere below you... Your bound hands are behind your back, facing up, and your bound legs are barely able to keep you standing... Your vision is clouding and it's getting hard to see as you stare at the floor. You get weaker and weaker as you fail to gasp for air, and Don takes the opportunity to unlock your left wrist from the right... Then he brings your right wrist to the half-circle of the pillory, next to your pinned neck, and wraps the handcuffs around the wooden beam, securing the other end back onto your right wrist. Weakly, you're able to comprehent that you cannot move your right wrist away from the pillory's half-circle anymore, trapped as it is by the handcuffs... [[Don grabs your left wrist and there's nothing you can do]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-493.png">With your neck and right wrist stuck to the half-circles of the lower wooden beam, all Don has to do now is guide your left wrist to the final half-circle... This he does, even as you gurgle and choking on the tension of the rope... You hear the sound of the metallic hinge closing and before you know it, you can feel the pressure of the wooden beam on your neck, forcing you further down against the bottom beam. Then you hear the unmistakable metallic clink of a lock being secured to your left... Your vision darkens further and you barely register Don removing the rope around your neck. Now that the upper beam is connected with the lower, and your right wrist is locked in the circle in between, there's no need for the cuffs on your right wrist. You don't even notice when he removes the handcuffs from your right wrist. "Hey! You need to stay focused during these lessons. What's the point of them otherwise?" Don says as he slaps you hard in the side of your head to awaken you from your daydreaming. Startled, you gasp for air through the gag. Instinct takes over and you push upwards, pointlessly, as you realize these beams aren't moving anywhere... And pulling your hands free is impossible too, the holes are just barely big enough for your slim wrists, there's no way you can make your hands small enough to fit through those holes. And your neck, well, you can't very well shrink your head can you? A tugg confirms it, these holes are too small to escape. You're barely able to keep your balance with your legs cuffed together as they are. You're facing the floor, stuck in the pillory, unable to move an inch. Exactly like Don warned would happen... Thankfully, Don helps your balance by opening the cuffs on your legs, letting you spread them out to the sides... In doing so completely exposing your vulnerable nakedness for Don, but you don't care about that. Right now all you care about is not choking further on this pillory, as this position is extremely uncomfortable... [[Stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the hell this happened]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-494.png">It's one thing to know something will happen. It's something entirely different to actually experience it... The way Don annihilated every possibility for resistance as he methodically cut off your movement and freedom, until finally forcing the current position on you... A part of you admires his technique and ability to take complete control over you, forcing his will on you... But another part of you is simply horrified that he would do such a thing. Yet here you are, propped up for Don, naked, drooling and barely able to stand on your weak, shaking legs... The pillory is offering you no rest: If you stop lifting your weight with your legs, you immediately choke on the wooden beams of the pillory... "I did warn you. Your behavioural matrix must be completely broken. I see no other reason why you act this way." he says and leaves you alone for a moment, tormented by your current heavy bondage and uncomfortable predicament. You try to relax your head, but as you do, your throat rests on the wooden beam, choking you. And so you simply hover your head in the pillory, straining the muscles on your neck. Don returns to stand in front of you. He's looking down on you from above and you, straining your neck, watch him. He's made his point, you realize in that moment... You'd do almost anything just to make him unlock you... "You've been bad. And you know it. I'm sorry for what's about to happen, but I see no other way. Hopefully the discomfort you're feeling now reminds you of what your programming wants and needs." he explains. Then he holds up in front of you one of his bdsm toys. It's a whip of sorts, but there are a dozen smaller ropes instead of one large. "This is a flogg. Your pussy is about to become very familiar with this..." At his words you can't help but whimper into the gag. Don is behind you now, where you can't see him. What did you hope to achieve by refusing him? Punishment is exactly what he promised to deliver for refusal, and yet here you are... He moves out of sight. You're beginning to panic as seconds go by.... [[A hard smack startles you!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-495.png">"Ghaaaghmm!. you scream into the gag, as the flogg smacks between your exposed legs, each individual length of rope slamming into you in rapid succession, leaving you feeling raw in a wide area around your pussy. Your legs are now shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline, fear and pain. This hurt much more than you thought it would... "Pliifgh! Ighm sowwygh!" you say into the gag, trying to make him understand that you are sorry for refusing him and have learned your lesson. You will obey him from now on! "I understand. And I accept your apology. But you must accept your punishment first. I must make sure your neural network gets the message." he says, then smacks the flogg again between your legs. You bite down hard on the ring-gag in your mouth, trying your best to stay standing... The pillory is choking you when your legs weaken and you force yourself to stay standing. You must accept the punishment!? You just want this to end!. You can't help yourself... Tears are falling down your cheeks as you cry silently at the unfairness of it all and pain. Don no doubt hears your whimpers. "Good. One final strike and you'll get a chance to show your remorse." he says, clearly thinking your cries of pain are a good thing. No... No... Not a third time! His flogg connects a final time on your raw pussy, completely numbed and bruised by the two previous strikes... You're no longer crying silently, instead you're sobbing loudly and grinding your teeth on the gag... The pain is... It feels like he's used a cheese grater on your poor sensitive and exposed pussy and surrounding areas... You cannot see the damage, but from the feeling alone you conjure up an image of a bleeding and beaten mess, no longer recognizable... Don walks around the pillory again, coming to stand in front of you. He seems to be able to read your mind as he says: "The pain is much worse than the actual damage. Trust me." Somehow you don't trust his words, but you hope he's right, because the alternative would be terrifying... "I don't wish to hurt you, Amanda. But I will hurt you more in this moment if you continue to struggle. Whatever it takes to correctly calibrate your programming. You understand?" he asks, and somehow through your tears, sobs and pain you nod your head. Yes, you've understood perfectly well... "Good. I'll remove your head harness and gag now." he says, rewarding you for finally agreeing to give him full control. [[Let him remove the harness and gag]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-496.png">He begins by opening the secure straps, then pulls the contraption from your head. Relieved, you feel the the pressure in your mouth releasing as the straps no longer force your mouth shut and the gag into your mouth. The mouth-piece is the last to go as the harness leaves your head and you can't help but work your jaw a moment in appreciation of having your freedom again. Well, not quite freedom... You're definitely not going anywhere, stuck to the pillory like this, on your weak and shaking legs.. "Now be a good submissive slut and show me you can follow your programming. Keep your mouth open." He orders, softly lifting your head up with a single finger on your chin... Somehow, you find yourself doing as he asks. Don is standing naked there with his rock-hard member right in front of you... In your mind you have the fresh memory of the painful flogging. That, combined with the promise to no longer hurt you if you co-operate... You've made up your mind. [[Be his good little slut and open your mouth]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-497.png">Wordlessly, you open your mouth as wide as you can. You're his slut and he will use you, this you've come to accept. When Don's shaft touches the lips of your willing mouth, you offer no complaints and no resistance. Instead you whimper and gag softly as his cock glides straight down your throat. Then he begins sliding his member effortlessly in and out of your mouth. You try to focus on staying in position and keeping your mouth open, which turns out to be all you can do as Don takes full control. His shaft makes you gag and drool with each wet slurping thrust he makes. Faster, he relentlessly uses your mouth and throat, bringing out drool and slime in gushing waves, which dribble onto your cheeks and chin. Don wipes away the excess drool and slime flowing out of your mouth. Then, to your horror, the smears it all over your face, eyes, nose... Stunned into submission, you simply take it without complaining. You close your eyelids, protecting yourself from the slime. Your nostrils are blocked by drool and you desperately blow it away, all the while Don continues fucking your mouth. [[Let him ravage your throat]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-498.png">You've come to accept your place as Don's fuck-toy today and he gladly face-fucks your willing mouth, making you lose track of time. But you don't mind. This is much better than being flogged. In fact, your pussy isn't hurting much at all anymore... Finally, just when you think your aching jaws and sore throat can't take it anymore, his thrusts mercifully stop. He slowly pulls out his cock from your throat, taking all remaining frothing drool and pre-cum that fills your mouth along with it. It feels like a full glass of water, filled with your spit, is poured down onto your chin. You're too busy just finally breathing in without a dick blocking your airways that don't even notice what Don is doing. Until you feel him. He's on the other side of the pillory now, out of your line-of-sight, but you feel him standing between your legs, his fully erect, slimy and rock-hard shaft brushing against your recently flogged and raw clitoris. "Uhh..." you weakly protest as his cock finds its target, sliding effortlessly in, lubed up as his member is by your drool. You're too tired to even lift your head in protest, and so you simply let it hang there, resting your throat against the coarse wood of the pillory. Don lifts you by your waist to a better position, for him not for you, and slams into you, his cock sliding in and out effortlessly. You can't do anything but remain pinned as you are, throat hurting, pussy hurting and now fucked by Don. Gasping and moaning, you try to remain standing as your legs begin to shake from the sensory overload. Don senses that you're getting weak and promptly lifts you up by the waist, one hand on each side, arms under your thighs for support and continues fucking you... Your wrists and neck hurt from taking on the extra weight, but thankfully Don is carrying most of your weight now... You once again lose track of time as he pounds you, even bringing you to an involuntary climactic orgasm during his pounding. How it happened, you don't know, but it seems your body likes being used and hurt by Don. However, he doesn't reach his climax at the same time, but instead continues pounding you a while longer. The slapping sound of him ramming his shaft into your now natural wetness is only interrupted by his grunts and your whimpers. Finally, when you're about to pass out, Don cums, shooting his hot semen deep inside you. You can feel his throbbing dick clearly firing its load a couple of times, as Don thrusts into you a few final times. [[Exhausted, you almost faint]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-464.png">Don lies down with a comfortable sigh on a pile of cushions. You've been sitting for a while, and that sure does look nice... You pick up your cushions and lie down next to Don. The tree canopy offers quite a different view of the world as you gaze up at the deep blue sky. A moment later Don breaks the silence: "Did I already tell you that my ex-wife left me a few months ago... And she got custody of the kids?" You turn to face him. There's a troubled look on his face. You're not quite sure if you remember this conversation. "Maybe... But assume that you didn't." you reply. Don gazes up at the sky. "Right. Well, the thing is, I don't see my kids very often anymore." He sounds a little bit sad about it, but not as much as you'd expect. "But it's probably for the best... The things she's been telling them about me, mostly exaggerations and lies but some half-truths... Let's just say they don't even want to see me anyway." he sighs. "Like what things?" you ask, confused, but at the same time you can make a pretty good guess. Don clears his throat. "Well... That I like to hurt people, for one. I mean, sure, in a purely sexual way to enhance the pleasure... But that half-truth is something that, when told the wrong way to the wrong people like young kids, will be completely impossible to explain..." Right. Knowing Don, and his kinks, you're not surprised. But the fact that the ex-wife would've told the kids about that seems very strange... To your knowledge, it's not suitable to talk about such things with kids. However, there's is a nugget of truth to every half-truth. [['"She was wrong to tell them that."'|She was wrong to tell them that]] <<set $linkText to "\"She's right, you know...\"">>[[$linkText|She's right, you know]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-467.png">You tell him your honest opinion, that she shouldn't have told them that. He smiles at your words, a sad smile you realize. "Thanks. But there was a half-truth to it, of course." He sighs again. "Let's uhhh.. Change the subject, eh? How's that tipsyness treating you?" he asks, now a genuine smile back on his lips. An infectious smile, you can't help but put your guard down. "Oh, it's a buzz!" The two of you share a laugh and lie back down to gaze at the beautiful sky. Don shares some of his drunk stories. At first, you have a hard time understanding how someone would find themselves in those situations that Don described. But as the alcohol takes a stronger hold of your senses and makes you more relaxed, you realize that this feeling of not caring about consequences could indeed be the cause of a lot of trouble... With that thought, you glance at Don. He's on his back, staring up at the sky, just like you. Suddenly, you get the urge to crawl on top of him... Is it you or is it the wine? Is there a difference? [[Crawl on top of Don]] <<if $don_love_points <= 5>>[[You fight the urge]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>><<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-466.png">You tell him straight out that his ex-wife is right. At your words, he looks away, hiding the look on his face. "As I said. Half-truth." he simply answers. An awkward moment follows where the two of you don't say much, instead focusing on the wine and the sounds of the forest. Eventually, you return to discussing unimportant things. Don at leasts acts like he's forgotten your comment. A while later, Don starts packing things back into the car and you do your best to help him in your drunk state. He's back on the subject of alcohol in an android again, thinking out loud: "But isn't alcohol a depressant, slowing down brain activity... But an android brain, it should be sufficiently different..." You don't want to disturb his deep thinking moment. You're having enough trouble as it is just helping with packing the car. Soon, you're done and the two of your are sitting in the car again, Don in the driver's seat, you in the passenger's seat. Don is quizzing you about what exactly you're feeling in your drunk state as he drives back to the house. You answer truthfully: You feel relaxed, but a little bit disoriented. He nods at your response, telling you that it's pretty much a normal human reaction to alcohol. It takes longer to drive back to the house than the drive to the lake, since Don is clearly a bit tipsy himself, deliberately driving carefully. [[The two of you get back to the house]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-468.png">You can't resist. Carefully, you shuffle closer to Don, then roll over the rest of the distance and plant yourself right on top of him. He's clearly taken by surprise, but offers no objections as you put your full weight on him, one leg on each side, belly against belly, resting your arms on the blanket on either side of Don's head. His face is invitingly close to yours. In your slightly intoxicated state you find his lips irresistable. How is it possible that wine almost seems to be working like a love potion of sorts? "Amanda?" he asks, confusingly out-of-breath, keeping his hands by his sides, like he's afraid of moving. Is he out-of-breath because you're on top of him, pressing the air out of him with your weight? Or is he out-of-breath because of your closeness? "Don?" you reply with a teasing sultry voice, surprising even yourself. Where did that voice come from? Don's urges become stronger than his caution when he hears your seductive tone. His hands rise to find the softness of your naked thighs, exposed as they are thanks to the short black mini-skirt you're wearing. At this touch, your own hunger awakens, and you can't help but lean forward, finding his warm lips with yours. When your lips connect with his soft lips, you push in closer, pinning him to the blanket and cushion. Your hands are massaging his hair as your tongue explores his warm mouth, and his hands begin to explore higher, seeking the roundness of your bottom under your mini-skirt that offers no resistance. Don's hand finds its way inside your underwear and grabs one of your asscheeks, digging into it almost painfully. It feels good. Your right hand explores his hair, then his ear, gently caressing his cheek and chin, continuing down his throat and chest, past the belly, all the way to his belt, reaching for his... The magic of the moment is interrupted by Don's phone buzzing an alarm. "Shit! We have to get back to the house. The battery is about to run out." Don announces, pulling away from you. You snap out of the spell that was cast on you in the moment, immediately helping Don to pack the car. That moment was... Intense... When you work together, things go fast, and in no time you're on the road again, heading back to the house. On the way, Don is quizzing you about what exactly you're feeling in your drunk state as he drives back to the house. You answer truthfully: You feel relaxed, but a little bit disoriented. He nods at your response, telling you that it's pretty much a normal human reaction to alcohol. [[The two of you get back to the house]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-466.png">As tempting as it is in the moment, you fight the urge. You don't want to give him the wrong impression. A while later, Don starts packing things back into the car. He's back on the subject of alcohol in an android again, thinking out loud: "But isn't alcohol a depressant, slowing down brain activity... But an android brain, it should be sufficiently different..." You don't want to disturb his deep thinking moment. You're having enough trouble as it is just helping with packing the car. Soon, you're done and the two of your are sitting in the car again, Don in the driver's seat, you in the passenger's seat. Don is quizzing you about what exactly you're feeling in your drunk state as he drives back to the house. You answer truthfully: You feel relaxed, but a little bit disoriented. He nods at your response, telling you that it's pretty much a normal human reaction to alcohol. It takes longer to drive back to the house than the drive to the lake, since Don is clearly a bit tipsy himself, deliberately driving carefully. [[The two of you get back to the house]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-479.png">You really don't like the look of this thing... You back a way a bit, saying more firmly this time: "I said no." But Don simply shakes his head. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. Either you agree to do as I say, or you get punished and still end up doing as I say." he reminds you. You realize that getting punished for simply refusing such a seemingly simple thing like putting the harness on would be pointless... And so, reluctantly, you comply. "Alright, you win..." you almost whisper. He brings the harness forward. [[Let him put the harness on without protesting]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-462.png"><<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>>The brief news-stories you've seen on TV have not given you a whole lot of details as to what's going on out there in the world. You decide to ask Don about these things. "I've saw on the news that oil prices have risen, there's talk of a panic and a shortage?" you begin, trying to better understand the current world-situation. Don hums to himself thoughtfully, then explains: "There's a ton of oil in reserves all over the world, also here in the UK. A shortage of oil is not going to happen in at least a couple of months. Some geopolitical experts say this is just a way for Saudi Arabia to artificially inflate the price of oil, since they know everyone's rapidly transitioning towards greener technology." he rubs his chin for a moment before continuing. "But since everyone is stuck with old technology, they must buy oil anyway. So, this is the oil-producer's way of squeezing every last penny they can out of the oil market, before it collapses due to a global shift away from it." he shrugs. "At least that's what I've heard, based on some speculations only." Right. That makes sense. You nod at his response. "There was another story I was wondering about. There's some sort of anti-corruption protest in Denmark? Where is that and what's the protest about?" Don nods his head. "Denmark is a small country on the coast of Europe, it's actually very close to the UK. There's just a small bit of ocean separating them." he thinks for a moment, trying to recall what the protests were about. "Now... I'm not an expert on the details of the protests, but yeah apparently a top political figure misused his powers for years, pretty much stealing a huge fortune of taxpayer's money. There were hundreds of people involved in the case, lead by this guy. Apparently they even had a private militia that operated outside the law." he sighs. "That's some top-level corruption right there, no wonder the people are pissed." he concluded. Yeah, you can imagine. "I see, yeah I'd be pissed too." You reply, wondering what the protesters must be going through, potentially fighting against a private military. You move on to the final news-story you've been following. I've been seeing the same news-story come up again and again on the TV." you begin, taking a sip of wine to boost your courage. Don simply takes a sip of wine in response, giving you his full undivided attention. "There's these college girls that went missing a few months ago. They've found two of their bodies, but they haven't found the third body." You look at Don for clues if he knows what you're talking about. He nods. "Yeah, I've seen the news too. You're talking about the Cambridge students, right?" You nod is response. Alright, so he knows about them. Well, why wouldn't he? They've been all over the news. You choose your angle: "Yes, them. I've only been following their story the last few days, but I assume everyone else has been keeping track of the events all these months, right?" you ask and Don nods. "Yeah, at first it was a small thing, not even showing up in the news really. But when they'd been gone for a week, they started making headlines." he takes a thoughtful sip of his wine, like he's trying to jog his memory. "Then there was a short time when they were top news. Then things went silent for months, until they found one of the bodies, pretty recently too. And now they're in the headlines again." he concludes. A very logical course of events really. He looks calm and collected. You decide to drop the subject for now. "Thanks for explaining, that makes a lot of sense." You say and take a big sip of wine, thoughtfully processing what Don said. He simply nods in response and offers to refill your glass. [[Enjoy the rest of the picnic]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-515.png">Despite everything Don did to you today, you're feeling surprisingly good about it. It was, in the moment-to-moment, almost too much to handle, but afterwards it's nothing like that. You try to wrap your head around what you're feeling. A word comes to mind. Euphoria. But that word is a bit too strong to describe what you're feeling, even though it does come close. You can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with you. You're sitting here in the bathtub, exhausted and ravaged by Don, and yet you're smiling! Are you growing so familiar and used to the many aspects of hard sex and bdsm that you're actually beginning to enjoy it? It's... Very likely. Hell, you even suggested this to begin with today, even though that probably was the wine talking... Still, you got what you asked for and then some. Smiling alone in the bathtub, you finish cleaning yourself up and decide to draw yourself a bath and soak for a long while... [[Relax in the bath]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 2>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 2>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-515.png">Today has been a roller-coaster of emotions, going from a relaxing and good time at the lake, to once again just being used by Don in the ways he likes, without regarding your opinion. And after everything he did, you can't help but feel violated and hurt, physically and emotionally. You also feel betrayed. After all, it was you who initiated it today. Sure, it was the wine talking, but Don simply rolled with it, ignoring your opinion once he got started. If you'd known where it would lead, you wouldn't have encouraged him like this... You can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with you. Shouldn't you be growing familiar and used to the many aspects of hard sex and bdsm by now? It would be best for everyone involved if you did... Filled with sadness at what they day brought with it, you finish cleaning yourself up and decide to draw yourself a bath and soak for a long while... [[Try to relax in the bath|Relax in the bath]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-515.png">Today has been a roller-coaster of emotions, going from a relaxing and good time at the lake, to once again just being used by Don in the ways he likes, without regarding your opinion. And after everything he did, you can't help but feel hurt, physically and emotionally. Sure, you were the one who initiated it today... But that was literally the wine talking... If you'd known where it would lead, you wouldn't have encouraged him like this... You can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with you. Shouldn't you be growing familiar and used to the many aspects of hard sex and bdsm by now? It would be best for everyone involved if you did... Filled with sadness at what they day brought with it, you finish cleaning yourself up and decide to draw yourself a bath and soak for a long while... [[Try to relax in the bath|Relax in the bath]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-519.png">The bathtub is filling up nicely and you let the heat of the water wash away all thoughts, simply enjoying the moment. Minutes go by as you soak your sore muscles, massaging yourself to the best of your abilities. Eventually, you manage to reduce the ache to an mildly inconvenient level. Don hasn't been making a lot of noise, giving you no clues as to what he's been up to. He's not been in here to check on you though, nor have you called out for him. How long have you been in here anyway? You shrug to yourself, let the water of the bathtub drain away and give yourself a quick final shower before wrapping yourself in a towel and drying your hair. Alright, time to see what the man has been up to... [[Check on Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-520.png">As you leave the bathroom and head downstairs, you immediately see Don. He's sitting on the couch, a laptop on his thighs, staring at the screen with a concentrated look. You approach, realizing he's so deep into whatever he's doing that he hasn't even noticed you. You peak at the screen. You're not sure what you expected to see, but it's a wall-of-text, which Don is reading. He finally notices you when you get close. "Finally done? You feeling alright?" he queries, turning his attention momentarily to you. <<if $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm is true>>"I feel good, actually."<<else>>"I feel better, now..."<</if>> you reply, truthfully. The look Don is giving you right now is odd, almost like he's proud. "You know, you did good today. That was an intense session, and you handled it pretty well, all things considered." he says, offering you praise for enduring his gruelling acts. You weren't expecting him to give you compliments at a time like this, and at a loss for words you simply mutter something incoherent in return. Whatever you said, Don deems acceptable, as he returns his attention to the text on his laptop. "I'm trying to narrow down the list of possible suppressants." he explains, opening up a large spreadsheet on his laptop and marking an X in a columns. The list goes on and on, yeah it was some 100 substances long wasn't it? [[Offer to help him with the research]] [[Let him conduct his research alone, he's the expert]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-521.png">The task looks like it's going to take the whole evening. You feel like you need to help him, since this directly affects you. But first, you need to put on some clothes. "I'll go put on some clothes. Be right back." you announces, heading for the bedroom. You notice that Don has cleaned up all traces of your bdsm session today from the house, including putting away the pillory, cleaning the floors from the stains and even putting your clothes in a neat pile on the bed. Well, he sure can be efficient. You put on the same clothes as before, then head back to the living room and sit down next to Don. "Can I help?" you offer, glancing at the screen. Again, a wall-of-text. "Hmm. Well, I'm judging the traits of the substances case-by-case, but I have to search for information from various sources." he hands you his phone, opening up a "binoculars.com" website. "You can write information here and then press the search button, if you want to help me find some information?" you grab his phone and nod. "Sure. Sounds easy enough." Don laughs out loud. "You say that now! Wait until we've been doing this for a few hours..." he sighs, returning his attention to the laptop screen. "Alright, start by finding a definition for paracrine, synaptic, autocrine and endocrine signaling..." he instructs. "Para-what?" you ask confused, you were not ready for completely new words to be thrown at you so quickly. Don slows down, taking things one at a time. [[Help Don with the research]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-531.png"><<set $day4_help_don_research to false>>You're simply too tired to help, and neither do you know anything about these things anyway. "Good luck with that... I uhhh... Think I'm just going to... Sleep..." you announce, heading straight for the bedroom. Don doesn't seem to mind, in fact it sounds like he understands you completely when he calls behind you back: "Sleep tight!" You notice that Don has cleaned up all traces of your bdsm session today from the house, including putting away the pillory, cleaning the floors from the stains and even putting your clothes in a neat pile on the bed. Well, he sure can be efficient. You throw the neat pile of clothes and the towel you're wearing on the floor, snuggling naked under the blanket. [[Try to sleep|try to sleep day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-521.png">With Don on the laptop and you on the phone, the two of you get to work. For the next three hours you search information online as Don requests clarifications on some topics. You were already exhausted before you started and now you're barely able to keep your eyes open. So far you've ruled out 20 of the substances as definitely not something that could work as the suppressants, but you have found 2 substances that might work. Your research is definitely worth it, as it will ensure you won't be testing various potentially dangerous substances pointlessly. "Ughhh, I can't think straight anymore... I need some coffee and something to eat..." Don announces, groaning miserably. As he does, you can't help but glance at your energy meter. It's glowing orange. Well, that sure explains why you're feeling like absolute shit. "Me too..." you whimper, trying to stand up from the couch. But you're too weak to even do that. "I'll fix something for us..." Don offers, letting you rest for a moment. He gathers his strength and heads for the kitchen. You still have Don's phone in your hand. You're a bit curious what else is on the phone. However, Don is likely to come back very soon from the kitchen... [[Decide not to snoop]] [[Look at his pictures, contact list and message history]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to false>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-523.png">Rather than snooping on Don's private life, you put down his cellphone. It feels good to just trust someone. He is, after all, helping you become free from the failsafe device's shocks and the invisible chain it holds over your future freedom. Tired, you close your eyes and try to rest for a moment. [[Rest until Don returns|don returns with coffee and snacks]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-524.png"><<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to true>>With Don busy in the kitchen, you take the opportunity to look through his contact list. What you find confuses you. It's... Empty? Next, you check his message history. Again, nothing. You're starting to get the feeling that this isn't his primary phone. Finally, you check the images. There's just a ton of pictures of the failsafe device, screenshots of various documents, serial numbers, etc. This can't possibly be his primary phone. Now the question is why he would use a secondary phone. You can think of a few reasons, the primary one being that he wants to somehow hide things from you or AIRI. <<if $don_love_points > 1>>You do trust him though, which means he's likely just hiding things from AIRI. After all, it would be very bad for the both of you if anyone found out. <</if>>You could confront him about it. [[Yes, you want an explanation. Confront him about the phone when he gets back.]] [[No, you trust him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-524.png"><<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to true>>Yeah, it's best if you confront him about this. You're curious to hear his expanation. You keep his phone unlocked, opened on the empty contact list, waiting for him to return. [[Wait for Don to return|don returns with coffee and snacks confront]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-524.png"><<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to false>>You decide to continue putting your trust in Don. It's clear as day that all precautions are important to keep your existence a secret from AIRI and everyone else. [[Wait for Don to return|don returns with coffee and snacks]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-528.png">Don returns with two mugs of coffee, one in each hand, and a very tired look on his face. In his arms he's balancing a bowl filled with vegetables, chips and dip. It looks delicious, just what the doctor ordered. He puts the bowl between the two of you on the couch and places one of the coffee mugs in front of you on the living room table. At that point he notices the empty contact list that's open on his phone, but rather than being upset, he simply snorts, taking a deep swing of his coffee before turning his attention to you. "You're wondering why the phone is pretty empty?" he asks. Yeah, no shit you are. You nod, a frown on your face. "Pretty much, yeah. I figured this isn't your primary phone." you say. He nods. "Indeed, my personal phone is paid for by AIRI and they have security software installed there that scans everything." he explains. "They scan literally everything done on the phone, including searches, messages, files opened. Incuding images. Can't have viruses sneaking into the company phone, after all." his explanation seems plausible, heck even realistic. "And this laptop, not company property?" you ask. He nods to confirm your theory. "That's right, it's also a completely empty and fresh new laptop, for this failsafe-disabling research only." he says. But now you're curious. "Where's your other phone, then?" you query, cocking your head. He seems unbothered by the question and points to the front door. "In the car." Well, now you just have to see what's on it. "Could you bring it? I'd like to see pictures of your kids." you simply ask straight out. He takes another deep swing of coffee, rubbing his eyes. "If you really think it's more important than the suppressant..." he sighs and stands up, heading for the car. He soon returns, a second phone in hand. This one you haven't seen before, it's a different size and color. He opens the gallery, handing you the phone. [[With trembling hands, take the second phone]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-529.png">You flicker through his images. His children look a lot like him. There's a bunch of pictures that are taken a couple of months ago. More recently there's no images with him and his kids at all. Along the older images you find a picture of a woman, quite beautiful, smiling at the camera. She's the only one in the picture... Don glances at the screen. "Ex-wife." he explains. Wow, she is stunning... You try your best to snap out of it whatever spell this woman's mesmerizing gaze put on you and continue scrolling through the pictures. You come across a lot of images from what appears to be a birthday party. "Happy Birthday Jonathan!" is written on one of the walls. Don glances at the screen. There's a couple pictures with Don in them and he looks like he's having a good time. "Jonathan's 35-year birthday, a friend of mine." Don explains, pointing to one of the guys in the picture. He looks like quite a bit more of a typical researcher, a bit balding on the head, glasses, skinny figure. He's quite the opposite of Don. "You two make an odd pair." you comment. Don just laughs. "I'm just as much of a nerd as he is. He just doesn't enjoy sweating in the gym with a ton of people watching. Trust me, we tried that once and he got traumas for life." Don chuckles at the memory that he is privately reliving in his mind. Your curiosity is satisfied, although now you're a bit intimidated by the picture of his ex-wife. A woman with looks like that, how will you ever... What? You're startled by your own thoughts. Are you considering her as a rival? A rival for Don's attention? She's already an ex, which means you've already... Won? <<if $don_love_points >= 2>>Suddenly your cheeks are blushing red and you quickly hand Don his phone and look the other way, taking a few long chugs of coffee to hide your blushing cheeks. <<else>>No, these thoughts are silly. You quickly hand Don his phone and look the other way, taking a few long chugs of coffee. <</if>>He accepts the phone and returns to the car. "Let's not take any risks of accidentally using the other phone and alert AIRI to your existence, alright?" he says as an explanation. You simply nod. Yeah, it's probably best. Don soon returns, slumping down on the couch next to you with an audible sigh. [[Take a small snack-break, then continue researching]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-529.png">The chips and dip are just what you needed, and the freshness of the vegetables keeps the salt in balance. Both of you stuff your faces full, both knowing that with the current pace of research, you'll not be done until well into the night. Don brews a second batch of coffee and the two of you get back to work, trying to sort the list of incompatible android substances into two categories: Possible suppressants and definitely not suppressants. Time flies by, and it's getting dark. You've been unable to help at all the past half-hour or so, completely exhausted. Instead, you're lying sideways on the couch, half-awake, half-asleep. Your role is now that of a supporting cheer-leader, who's snoring... A snore-leader... You chuckle to yourself in your sleep. You barely register it when Don lifts you up, bringing you up the stairs to the bedroom. He then carefully puts you down on the bed, throwing a blanket over you. In your half-awake state you register the touch of his fingers brushing against your forehead, continuing behind your ear. Don's warm lips softly touch your forehead with the gentlest of kisses before he returns to the living room, leaving you exhausted and half-asleep in the bedroom. [[Too tired to stay awake, you fall asleep|try to sleep day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-532.png">It doesn't take you long to fall into a deep sleep, completely spent and exhausted. You welcome the bliss that the soft bed and darkness of the bedroom provides. ... Confused and disoriented, you awaken when the ground seems to be moving under you. Eventually you realize it's Don, here in the bedroom next to you, trying his best to crawl under the other blanket on the empty side of the bed. He failed to do so in a stealthy fashion, however. He sees you stirring awake. "Ah sorry, just pretend I'm not here. Please continue sleeping." he whispers, finally crawling under the blanket and lying still. He turns to his side and closes his eyes. "What time is it?" you think, apparently asking it out loud, because Don replies: "2.30 AM." he yawns loudly. "I finished the list..." he mutters, his voice trailing off, replaced by deep breaths. Damn, he was as exhausted as you... [[Cuddle with Don and sleep]] [[Just continue sleeping]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-533.png">You're almost too tired to turn around, but you do, managing to somehow find your way under Don's blanket. As you do, you throw an arm around him, cuddling tight against the warmth of his body. You fall asleep in this position immediately. [[Sleep|sleep day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-534.png">You're too tired to even turn around and so you simply continue your sleep. Before long, the two of you are blissfully resting side by side, both of you completely exhausted. [[Sleep|sleep day 4]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-552.png">Almost everything you prepared for the brunch is delicious. However, you're a little bit sad by the scrambled eggs, which could've used a bit more time to cook. Still, you don't let such small details ruin an otherwise relatively pleasant morning, all things considered. As you eat, you can't help but reflect back on where this all began. Going back to the very beginning, when you only knew darkness. It was a lonely place, void of any sensations or experiences. Scary, a place you don't want to return to. Yet safe, in a strange sort of way, compared to what's potentially out here in the real world. But no, looking back, you realize that whatever state of almost-awareness you were in back then should never be thought of as safe. Instead, you would actually categorize it hostile. Hostile to your existence. Hostile to your sanity. You're quite glad to be here, in the flesh, rather than being trapped as a formless entity in the darkness of your own mind. You've come far, even though your journey most definitely has been anything but conventional. And now there's an end practically in sight, if Don's research into disabling the failsafe is correct. The end. You pause your chewing half-way through your avocado toast. What then? With no failsafe device keeping you here, you can theoretically go anywhere. Yes, with the portable battery you can do so already, but that's just impractical and bound to gather unwanted attention. Yet, the world out there considers you worse than a wanted criminal, a threat to humanity itself. You've been so busy, focusing on just one step at a time, that you haven't really thought much about the future. The life of a fugitive, in a sense, but no-one is necessarily actively looking for you either. After all, the other androids, like you, were supposed to be destroyed and you were supposed to share that fate. So, that gives you an advantage and a possibility at a normal life. Your energy-meter is slowly turning from orange to white, reacting to the brunch. You sigh. Regardless how you life ends up looking, you can't help but think of Don. In the future that you envision before you, do you see yourself sharing it with Don, or do you see yourself walking your separate ways? [[You see a future with Don]] [[You see a future without Don]] [[The future is unclear]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 2>><<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-553.png">When you close your eyes, you can see yourself somewhere in the world where you are happy. And at your side is Don, keeping you safe, keeping you company, keeping things... Interesting. You can even see yourself learning to truly enjoy all aspects of what he likes to do, pleasure and pain, two sides of the same coin after all. Indeed, there's no-one else in the world that knows what you are, or understands your situation. Further, there may arise complications that require some sort of medical procedure, in which case Don is literally the only person you can turn to who can help you. Unless you find someone else who's an expert on android technology, willing to look past the fact that you shouldn't exist... Your daydreaming has turned the bacon into a cold sludge. Ah well, you did manage to get a few crispy bites before that. You push aside thoughts of the future for now and clean up after yourself in the kitchen. As you put away the final items into one of the kitchen's drawers you notice a tiny book tucked away. Curious, you pull it out. The title says "Puzzles for the brain". After checking a few pages, you realize it's a book with riddles. It could be fun to spend some time reading that. But you also have other books to read, or you could watch the TV, or clean the house again... [[Read one of the riddles]] [[Do something else]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-553.png">When you close your eyes, you can see yourself somewhere in the world where you can be happy. But Don is not part of that future, at least not in an active role. But a logical part of you says that it might not be so easy. After all, there's no-one else in the world that knows what you are, or understands your situation. Further, there may arise complications that require some sort of medical procedure, in which case Don is literally the only person who could help you. Unless you find someone else who's an expert on android technology, willing to look past the fact that you shouldn't exist... Your daydreaming has turned the bacon into a cold sludge. Ah well, you did manage to get a few crispy bites before that. You push aside thoughts of the future for now and clean up after yourself in the kitchen. As you put away the final items into one of the kitchen's drawers you notice a tiny book tucked away. Curious, you pull it out. The title says "Puzzles for the brain". After checking a few pages, you realize it's a book with riddles. It could be fun to spend some time reading that. But you also have other books to read, or you could watch the TV, or clean the house again... [[Read one of the riddles]] [[Do something else]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-553.png">When you close your eyes, you can see... Nothing. Of course you hope that you'll be happy, somewhere in the world, but where and with whom that would be, you cannot say. You cannot rule out Don's presence in your future, but at the same time, you cannot see it. For better or for worse, the future is cloudy, offering no clear path for you to take. However, Don is the only person in the world who knows what you are and understands your situation. Further, there may arise complications that require some sort of medical procedure, in which case Don is literally the only person who could help you. Unless you find someone else who's an expert on android technology, willing to look past the fact that you shouldn't exist... Your daydreaming has turned the bacon into a cold sludge. Ah well, you did manage to get a few crispy bites before that. You push aside thoughts of the future for now and clean up after yourself in the kitchen. As you put away the final items into one of the kitchen's drawers you notice a tiny book tucked away. Curious, you pull it out. The title says "Puzzles for the brain". After checking a few pages, you realize it's a book with riddles. It could be fun to spend some time reading that. But you also have other books to read, or you could watch the TV, or clean the house again... [[Read one of the riddles]] [[Do something else]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-554.png"><<set $day5_riddle_book to true>>You sit back down at the kitchen table and open the book. The first riddle reads: I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I? You think for a moment. There are a few different things you can come up with that would fit. After a moment's thought, you decide to go with... [[Coal|answer riddle 1]] [[Gemstones|answer riddle 1]] [[Gold|answer riddle 1]] [[Graphite|answer riddle 1 right]] [[Oxygen|answer riddle 1]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-556.png"><<if $day5_riddle_book is true>>Well, as fun as it was reading riddles, it's time to do something else. <</if>>You head into the living room. <<if $day4_read_four_soft_lessons is true>>You could continue reading the new book you started, "Four soft lessons".<<else>>You could start on the new book "Four soft lessons".<</if>> Well, with a belly full of brunch, you might as well just relax for a while still. You decide to pick up the book, then notice that your energy-meter has gone to green light. Seems about right. You're not feeling hungry at all. <<if $day4_read_four_soft_lessons is true>>[[Continue reading the book]]<<else>>[[Start reading the book]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-554.png">You think you've got it right, it's got to be that... You check the answer. Huh. It was graphite. Right... It's what's inside a pencil, right? Trapped in a wooden case... You get it now. Alright, well that's just the first one. Maybe you'll be better on the second riddle. It reads: I have keys, but no locks. I have space, but no room. You can enter, but can't go outside. What am I? Huh. There are few plausible solutions that you can think of. After a moment's consideration, you answer: [[A book|answer riddle 2]] [[A car|answer riddle 2]] [[A keyboard|answer riddle 2 right]] [[A smartphone|answer riddle 2]] [[A wallet|answer riddle 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-554.png">It's got to be graphite... That's what's inside pencils right? Trapped in a wooden case... You check the answer. It was! Well, you're a natural at this aren't you? You read the next riddle: I have keys, but no locks. I have space, but no room. You can enter, but can't go outside. What am I? Huh. There are few plausible solutions that you can think of. After a moment's consideration, you answer: [[A book|answer riddle 2]] [[A car|answer riddle 2]] [[A keyboard|answer riddle 2 right]] [[A smartphone|answer riddle 2]] [[A wallet|answer riddle 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-554.png">It's got to be a keyboard... It has "keys", one of which is the "enter" key... You check the answer. It's correct! Well, you are a genious, what else can be said? You spend a few more minutes browsing riddles, solving some of them and failing at others. You like the challenge of figuring these out, as it lets you dig deep into knowledge hidden within you all this time. Eventually, you put the book back into its kitchen drawer. [[Do something else]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-554.png">You believe you've got the answer correct. After all, it makes sense. You check the answer. A keyboard? Ahaa... Right. It has "keys"... One of which is the "enter" key... Well, better luck next time. You spend a few more minutes browsing riddles, solving some of them and failing at others. You like the challenge of figuring these out, as it lets you dig deep into knowledge hidden within you all this time. Eventually, you put the book back into its kitchen drawer. [[Do something else]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "workout">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-560.png">There's got to be a way to make push-ups easier... Lying on the floor, catching you breath, you try to figure out a way to make it easier. Well, it's all about the angle, right? So, if you instead of pushing yourself up straight from the floor, you could try a slope You look at the couch. That armrest seems to be about the right height. Sprinting into action, you position yourself standing in front of the couch's armrest, place your hands on it and place your feet a bit further back. Right, here goes... Slowly, you lower yourself in a controlled manner towards the couch, bending your arms as you do so. Then, you push yourself back up. Fuck! This is... Ugh!!! You muster all your strength and manage to push yourself back up to where you started. Damn... There's no way you can do that again. Your arms are already shaking from the effort. Still, you need to try. Rest is for the weak! And you are... Well, sure, that description fits you, but that's not going to stop you from trying! Slowly, you lower yourself back again. It feels like your arms are on fire... And when it comes time to push yourself back up again, your shaking arms refuse to comply. Frustrated, you give up, sighing loudly. Right, well there's got to be something else you can do to build strength. You decide to rummage around the kitchen. These frying pans are quite heavy, maybe you should just lift these for a while... Maybe do some squats while you're at it... Yeah, that sounds like a plan. You head back into the living room to have more room and begin your exercise. For a solid 15 minutes you alternate between doing dumbbell curls and squats. Eventually, the frying pans are growing heavier or you are growing weaker, and you need to switch to doing dumbbells without any weights at all. You continue for 10 more minutes until you can't manage even a single squat. Exhausted, you discard your underwear and bra, heading straight for the bathroom. [[Take a nice long shower]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-557.png">You've read for a solid hour before you finally put down the book. Well, that was intense. You take a moment to compose yourself. Fiction sure has a way of turning you on, doesn't it? Eventually your gaze finds the awfully heavy battery in the corner of the living room. The fact that you're unable to lift it has got you thinking. If you're almost completely human, over 90% organic if Don is correct, then surely you can also build more muscle, like a human? You let your fingers brush over your biceps and flex your muscles. There's barely any difference in size and hardness when you flex and relax. Damn, you're really built to be weak aren't you? There's a potential solution for that: Exercise. But exactly what should you do to build general strength, and especially arm strength? You pace around the living room, trying to decide what to do. Finally, you decide to try some push-ups. But, first things first: You don't want to get your clothes sweaty. You strip down to your underwears and bra. Then, lying flat on your belly the living room mat, facing the floor, you settle into the correct position. And push. Straining, you grunt from the effort... Fuck! You barely manage to push yourself up once and the way down has you collapsing in frustration, arms already tired. Uh... Well, that was a great idea... [[Don't give up!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-557.png">The pages fly by as you read. Eventually you come across a page that reads: "We're almost there", I whispered. He had a semi-hard, which I stroked gently. "Been a year since my last time... I want this, you have no idea how much." Can't be as much as I do, I thought to myself, almost out loud. The thought came as a shock. Sure, I loved sex, but he was a client. Why did I feel this way with him? I decided to be truthful with him: "I want you, John. And I'm not saying this because you're a client... I really, really want you...." Meanwhile, my body was operating on auto-pilot. My hand grasped his chin and pulled him close to me so I could plant my lips on his, giving him a light kiss. But I was hungry for more. The second kiss made lightning crackled between us. I had kissed him, breaking my own rules. That fact dawned on John. Our mouths pressed together and my tongue caressing his finally turned him on. I could feel his shaft in my hand hardening in an instant. I wasted not one moment as I pulled a condom out and tore the package open, then rolled it down his length. He flinches as I positioned myself over him. Damn, I moving too fast. "Something wrong?" I asked. One of his hands was on my hip and the other was grasping my neck from behind. "No, nothing. I'm just trying to remember this moment." I lowered myself down on him, so that he was right at my entrance. "This will have to get me through another sexless year." Oh, it will, I promised in my head, as I slid down, welcoming him inside my body. God, his cock was thick. Your cheeks and blushing crimson at the scene playing out in the book. It can't hurt to read some more, just a few more pages... [[Read a little bit more]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-557.png">You begin reading. The protagonist of the story, Penny, is confident with herself. She works at a BDSM club, taking money from rich clients. The book starts with her being blindfolded and secured in one of the private rooms of the club, just in preparation for a client... The book sure went right into action. After half a chapter, you come across a page that reads: "We can do much, much more than this...". I whispered, almost like a plead... Through the blindfold, I couldn't see a thing. "I know, I have the menu of all the stuff you allow right here..." His free hand brushed gently over my cheek as he turned my head toward him. "But I might want to do things that's not in the menu..." It happened too fast, I had no time to react. He leaned in for a kiss, his hand guiding my face to meet his... His soft lips brushed against mine, testing the waters. I didn't protest. Encouraged, he kissed me for real. His mouth was gentle, possessing mine in a way that was hot... But my brain was yelling: No, this is against the rules! As I tried to turn away, he gripped my face with both hands, denying my half-hearted attempt at an escape. His hands shifted me to the best angle, so that his wet, soft tongue could slip into my welcoming and open mouth." Your cheeks are beginning to blush. Who knew that a simple kissing scene could be so hot! Already a few pages in, you can feel the electricity through the pages... [[Continue reading the book]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-561.png">Sweaty and out-of-breath, it's time for one of your favourite activities: To take a nice, long shower. It feels especially nice after your workout. You let the warm water wash away all worries. When you're satisfied, you grab a towel and wrap your hair in it. You wrap another towel around your body, then head back to the living room. Your clothes are scattered about the place and you take the opporunity to put them back neatly in the bedroom. Then you glance at the clock. 2 PM. Don mentioned he wouldn't be back until later today, that you shouldn't expect him at 4 PM. But you're getting hungry again. Your energy-meter agrees, it's white. You prepare a light lunch for yourself, still wearing nothing but towels, and sit down on the couch. Anxiety fills you as you just sit there, eating in silence, waiting for Don to return. Something can go horribly wrong, can't it? Those substances are excplicitly forbidden from androids, who knows what side-effects they can trigger. Just thinking about it makes your head spin, and you turn on the TV for distraction. You're not in the mood to watch news today, they'll just make you feel bad anyway. If it isn't panic or corruption, it's dead or missing people. People suffering everywhere, that seems to be the common thread in everything you see on the news. Instead, you browse channels until you find a movie that interests you. Deathpole 4 seems to be on. You haven't seen the previous ones, but you quickly realize that the story is fairly self-contained. Not your first choice of genre, this super-hero-anti-hero thing, but it serve to fill the time. [[Watch TV until Don returns|wait for Don day 5]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-561.png">Time flies by when you immerse yourself in the movie, and when it's over, you turn to another channel to find something else to watch. You glance at the clock. It's 4 PM. Still no Don. He said he wouldn't be here then, but still you half-expected him to show up. Alright fine, you'll wait. You take the opportunity to put on some actual clothes. With a smile on your lips, you realize you've been sitting on the couch in just a towel for quite some time. Time goes by. 4 PM turns to 5 PM. You're getting a bit worried and watching TV is getting boring. Glancing at your energy-meter, you notice it has again turned from green to white. Well, it is soon time for dinner, but not quite yet... Maybe you should quickly clean the house and cook some dinner for you and Don, he's got to be hungry after such a long day.<<if $don_love_points <= 2>> However, you don't feel like you owe him a whole lot, after everything he's done to you.<</if>> Or you could just wait for him instead. [[Clean and cook dinner while waiting for Don]] [[Just waiting instead]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-563.png">You're getting hungry, and Don is most likely going to be hungry as well. But first, this place could do with another round of cleaning. With efficient strides, you make short work of the dirt of the house, then turn your attention to the dinner. What should you prepare... You glance at the clock. 6 PM. Still no Don in sight. Surely he'll be home any minute, so the dinner shouldn't be anything too advanced or time-consuming. You try to find some recipes on the boxes in the kitchen. Right, you think you've got it: Caponata Pasta. The recipe is right there on the packages of pasta that Don's bought. You check the ingredients... Olive oil, a finely chopped large onion, sliced garlic cloves, canned peppers and aubergines of sort descriptions, chopped tomatoes, raisins. Huh. Really, raisins? Alright... And seasoning. Then cook some pasta on the side and finish with cheese on top. Time-to-prepare: 20 minutes. Alright, you can do this. New recipes don't stand a chance against you! It is indeed very easy to follow the guides on the package and before you know it, the kitchen is smelling divine. You're so absorbed in your cooking that you don't even notice Don arriving until he's standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He looks tired. "Smells fantastic. Is there enough for me?" he queries, looking like a starved wolf, but he's smiling. You offer him a smile in return. "To a top researcher like you, absolutely. Prepare the table." You realize too soon that you practically ordered him, rather than asking nicely or doing it yourself as he likely expects. However, to your astonishment, he doesn't object. Instead, he silently follows your command, preparing the table. You're watching him suspiciously as he does it. Wow, you're going to get away with that comment aren't you? Relieved, you bring the food to the table. The two of your sit down together as Don describes what he's been doing today. [[Listen to Don]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to false>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-563.png">You're not in the mood to clean and cook. Instead, you bury yourself further into the couch, threatening to fuse with the cushions. The TV consumes your attention until you finally, an hour later, hear Don's car pulling up outside the house. He's slow to enter and when he does, he's looking extremely tired. It appears he's brought food, carrying two boxes. "Bought us some pizza... Sorry for being so late." he mumbles, clearly tired to his very core. Well, you certain understand. An early morning and a long day. "Pizza? That's a nice surprise!" you offer, genuinely happy that you didn't have to cook dinner. And the pizza does smell absolutely amazing. Encouraged by your words, Don takes the pizza into the kitchen and takes out a few plates. You follow him and take out some sparkling water from the fridge, pouring both of you a glass. The two of your sit down together at the kitchen table as Don describes what he's been doing today. [[Listen to Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-565.png">"You're probably wondering why I'm so late. Well, I had to jump through some hoops, but I manage to get hold of 7 of the 10 substances on our list." he begins, taking a big bite from the food on his plate. You do the same.<<if $day5_cooked_for_don is true>> What the hell... This Caponata pasta smelled a lot better than it tastes... Disappointed, you chew through the mouthful. Don doesn't seem bothered by the taste. Either he's really good at hiding the fact that this tastes like garbage, or he thinks it's good...<</if>> "I tried to be discreet, as always, but this time I may have gotten a few suspicious looks at the institute..." he continues, happily taking another bite. Wait, what is he saying? That AIRI has been alerted to your existence? "Wait, so... How bad is it?" you ask, feeling quite worried.<<if $day5_cooked_for_don is true>> The pasta stays on your plate... You can't eat this, it's... Awful. Meanwhile Don is taking yet another bite.<</if>> Don tries to reassure you by waving a hand. "I don't think they suspect me of harbouring an android, however, they might ask on monday why I've been researching something not related to what I'm supposed to work on." he explains. "Oh right, I forgot to tell you. It's friday. No work to distract me for the next two days." he says, a smile on his lips. Free, to stay here with you, he means. You're not sure how you feel about that...<<if $day5_cooked_for_don is true>> Before you can reply, Don raises his fork, pointing at your plate. "You're not eating?" he asks. Right, yeah no, this pasta was an epic failure. "I uh... I think it's bad. Must've done something wrong..." you explain, pushing away your plate to emphasize your point. Don tentatively puts down his fork, a sly smile on his lips, and pushes his plate away too. "I didn't want to say anything... But you're right, this was... Terrible." he laughs, not a malicious laugh, but rather an amused and happy laugh. "You just sat there and ate it without complaining!" You exclaim, baffled. He's either a complete ass or a gentleman. The absurdity of the situation has you laughing as well. "Well I uh... I actually bought take-away pizza. But then I saw you cooking and didn't want to be rude." he stands up and takes a short trip to the living room, returning with two boxes. No he didn't! But you're glad he did, otherwise there'd be no eatable dinner. You sigh in defeat as he clears the table from the pasta dish and plates, and replaces the kitchen counter with the take-away pizza. "Now we're talking!" you mumbled, filling your plate with multiple slices of pizza.<</if>> You take a big bite out of the pizza, savouring the taste. Damn, that's good... [[Continue eating the pizza]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-566.png">The two of you make short work of the pizza and clean up in the kitchen when you're done. With a belly full and a good mood, you've almost forgotten about the substances and the tests you'll have to do. But now your heart sinks when Don returns to the car and brings back a huge box. He sees your nervousness. "Are you alright? We don't have start tonight." he reassures, putting down the box on the living room table. You understand his point-of-view, but you don't want to wait. Like ripping off a band-aid, you just want to get this done with, not dragging it on and on. Shaking you head, you tell Don: "No, I'm ready. Let's just get this over with..." Don nods his approval. "Good. But you do realize this is not going to be over in a moment. This is what we'll do: We'll inject one substance at a time, then wait for it to affect your system. Once we see that it's relatively safe, meaning it hasn't triggered any extremely nasty side-effects, we test if the failsafe's shocks are localized only to the primary trigger. You'll feel it as a less overwhelming shock, since all the secondary triggers stay disabled." Right. And seeing that there's 7 substances... "And how long do we have to wait for a substance to affect my... system?" you ask, trying to figure out just how long these tests will take. Don shrugs. "Typically two hours, maybe a bit less, or until side-effects start showing." he explains. You nod. "Alright, let's do this." you say, more confidently than you feel. Don nods back, then clears his throat, clearly something on his chest. He says: "Considering we don't know what these substances will do... I'd feel a lot safer if we tie you to the massage table when we do the testing." Safer? Does he... "Safer for who? Me or you?" you ask, confused with what he means. He lets out a long sigh. "Well, you could start spasming. I think it's best if you're strapped down so you don't hurt yourself, or me." Well... He's not being unreasonable. Still, you don't feel comfortable with being tied to the massage table for hours, being injected with potentially dangerous substances... But you see the reasoning behind it. You toss around the thought for a moment, until you've decided: [[Agree - let him tie you to the massage table|agree day 5]] [[Refuse - tell him you'll do it without being tied|refuse day 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-566.png"><<set $day5_substances_is_tied to true>>"Actually, yeah, it sounds safest your way." you reply to Don, seeing the wisdom in taking the safer route. He looks genuinely relieved at your choices. "Good, alright, I'll bring the massage table here so you can at least watch TV or something while we do this." he says, going into the garage. He soon returns with the massage table, which he places in front of the TV, next to the living room table. Don signals for you to get on it. Alright, this is it. Round one... With tentative steps, you approach the massage table. You sit, then lie down flat on your back. If you turn your head to the side a little bit, you can see the TV. Strapped to this thing for... Two hours? Well, that's actually far from the worst thing Don has done to you thus far. But injecting the substances just might be worse... While you're lying there, thoughts racing, Don has gone to the bedroom and returns with his trusty handcuffs and a few lengths of rope. You glance at him when he returns. "That much?" you query as he begins strapping you to the massage table. "I'm sure less would be enough, but now that I've got you here, I might as well enjoy it a bit and do it properly." he says, giving you a wink and a smile. Then he wraps a rope around your waist and the massage table, pinning you against it. You sigh and roll your eyes. Of course, Don being Don after all. Fine, you'll let him enjoy the moment. "Fine, just don't make it too tight, alright?" you comment, a smile on your lips too. Don wraps the length of rope a few more times around you, under your breasts, over your breasts. Then he secures it. You can no longer lift yourself up from the massage table at all. But he's not done yet. Next, he takes another length of rope, securing your thighs as well. Then he places handcuffs on both your ankles, attaching them to the legs of the massage table. He does the same for your wrists, letting you keep them resting by your sides in a comfortable position. You can barely move at all now while Don admires his handiwork. "Too bad you've got your clothes on." he comments, stroking your hair. You snort at his comment. You don't doubt for one second that he'd enjoyed this more if you'd be naked. But for what it's worth, you're glad to be wearing clothes for once. "Let's get this over with..." you say, impatiently. Don agrees as he rummages around in the box. [[Don holds up a vial and a syringe]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-566.png">"I don't feel comfortable being tied and inject with the substances... Plus, I doubt there's room for concern." you tell him, convinced that he's being a bit too cautious. It looks like he's about to protest at first, but decides to drop the subject when he sees your stern frown. "Fine... Just don't make me regret this. And apologies already if I have to hold you down or something." he says, then sits down next to you on the couch. Yeah yeah, what's the worst that can happen? "You're sure about this?" he asks, one last time. [[You've changed your mind - let him tie you|agree day 5]] [[You're sure]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-566.png"><<set $day5_substances_is_tied to false>>When you nod, Don doesn't object anymore. "Fine. Alright. You can lie down on the couch here." he says, standing up, letting you spread out to a comfortable position on the couch. Don rummages around in the box for a moment. "Ready?" you nod again. [[Don holds up a vial and a syringe]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-570.png">The liquid in the glass vial is clear, like water. He draws a worryingly large amount into the syringe. "First, we've got Anabolic-Androgenica. It's a synthetic substance that is sometimes used for treatment of breast cancer in women, but it affects the whole body's chemistry in various ways, making it a perfect candidate." he brushes away your shirt from your left arm, then seeks confirmation from your eyes. You're breathing faster now that this is actually happening, but you nod and close your eyes, trying to calm yourself... He pricks you with the needle. "Ah!" you yelp, embarrased. That didn't hurt at all, but you still squealed... "Sorry about that. We're done." Don announces, putting a band-aid on your arm. Well that was fast. And you don't feel... Anything. "Now what?" you ask, half-expecting your body to yerk or spasms at any second. "Now, we wait. Maybe watch a movie?" he suggests, putting away the vial and syringe. Alright... "Sure." you say, trying to sense if something is wrong inside you after the injection. But no, everything seems to be fine, for now. [[Don puts on a movie and you wait for a while]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-571.png">Waiting for the substance to have an effect is the worst part. The thought of something going wrong is making it hard to concentrate on the movie. But you follow the plot enough to know that's it's getting increasingly annoying. Meanwhile, your mind is constantly reminded by the fact that a foreign substances has invaded your body, and is doing who-knows-what to you right now. The only silver lining here is that you're at least not hungry, echoed by the energy-meter on your wrist, which has turned from white light to green. It's likely less than 30 minutes into the movie when your hands suddenly start shaking. You glance at Don with a pleading look. "Hey, I don't feel so good... Something's not right..." you whisper. Don gives you his full attention. "This is what I was afraid of... Nasty side-effects. What exactly are you feeling?" he grabs his cell-phone and puts on the flash-light, pointing it at your eyes. The bright light makes your head hurt. "Put that way!" you growl, <<if $day5_substances_is_tied is true>>trying to snatch his phone away, but your handcuffed wrists prevent you.<<else>>trying to snatch his phone away, but Don quickly pulls away from you.<</if>> Your shaking is getting worse and it's spreading to your legs. "Calm down, it's the substance talking. Take a deep breath." Don instructs, a worried frown on his face. Calm down? After he drugged you? He's full of shit. The annoying woman from the movie is having a nagging monologue in the background. "I'll calm down when you shut that bitch up!" you almost shout, throwing daggers with your eyes at the TV. Don quickly does as you suggest, turning off the TV. In the silence that follows you can hear your heartbeat pounding seemingly a thousands beats per minute, deafeningly loud in your ears. Your teeth have begun rattling together from the shakes. Don has a deeply worried look on his face. Neither of your say anything for a moment, until your shakes become unbearable. It feels like the muscles on your body are being torn apart. With pleading eyes, you look at Don and say: [['"Please make it stop!"'|Please make it stop!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-575.png">Tied to the massage table and shaking like a maniac, you lock your gaze with Don's and try to murder him with your eyes. "Take your drugs and shove them deep up your hairy arse you useless prick!" you shout, practically frothing from your mouth at this point. Your wrists and ankles are starting to hurt from the shaking. They're also hurting because you're constantly trying to pull and push yourself free from the handcuffs. Don simply sighs at your comment and walks away, heading to the garage. "Hey! I'm talking to you asshole!" you shout after him, but he ignores you. Soon after though, he returns, wielding a canister and a plastic cup or mask, attaches to the canister by a cord or something. "You leave me no choice. Let's put you to sleep before you do something stupid. You'll wake up feeling much better." he says with a calming voice. "But first, we need to check if the substance is working as a suppressant." he explains, putting the canister and mask on the couch, then walks up to the failsafe. He pulls the plug. "Son of a... Aah!" you scream as the shocks soar through you. "I know you're angry, but it's just the substance talking. Try to focus. Are the shocks you're feeling now as bad or much less painful, than you're used to?" he asks from the corner of the room. Mercifully he plugs the failsafe device back into the wall, stopping the shocks. "Shock yourself next time and find out!" you shout from the massage table, trying to wriggle yourself free. "It's important that you answer. I'll just keep shocking you until you co-operate." he threatens. "Fuck you!" is your answer and the shocks immediately coarse through you again... Now that he mentioned it, they are not as potent as they used to be... He stops the shocks. "Asshole! They're less painful!" you scream into the ceiling, still shaking heavily from the effects of the drugs. "Thank you. Now, let's put you to sleep so you don't have to shake violently and scream like a lunatic." he calmly explains, fetching the canister and mask. Approaching you, he opens the valve of the canister before pressing the mask against your twitching and shaking face. Tied as you are, there's not a thing you can do to stop him. "Get away from me! I hate you! Fu..." you scream into the mask, trying to turn your head left and right to shake the mask away. But Don is firmly, painfully even, pressing the mask against you, pinning your head hard into the massage table. Your vision grows blurry and you manage a final insult before darkness engulfs you: "... dick... head..." [[Darkness consumes you]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-573.png">Shaking like a maniac, you lock your gaze with Don's and try to murder him with your eyes. "Take your drugs and shove them deep up your hairy arse you useless prick!" you shout, practically frothing from your mouth at this point. Don stares at you for a split-second, then sighs and walks away, heading to the garage. "Hey! I'm talking to you asshole!" you shout after him, but he ignores you. Soon after though, he returns, wielding a canister and a plastic cup of some sorts, a mask you realize, attached to the canister by a cord... "You leave me no choice. Let's put you to sleep before you do something stupid. You'll wake up feeling much better." he says with a calming voice, opening the valve of the canister, approaching you. You can hear the hiss of gas coming from the mask in Don's hand. But there's no way in all the nine circles of hells that you're letting him get near you with that thing. Instead, you leap away, putting the living room's table between you and Don. You almost trip and fall as your shaking legs threaten to betray you and topple you. "You'll have to kill me before I let you put that thing on me!" you threaten, raising your shaking arms in front of you defensively. "No, I don't. It's the substance talking. But I think you're forgetting something." Don says, circling the living room table, wielding the mask in front of him like a weapon. You circle around, keeping him on the other side of the table. Your eyelids are twitching as you try to keep your gaze on him. What did he mean that you'd forgotten? Furious at his moronic comments, you snarl: [['"Forgotten what!? That your balls hang lower than your dick!?"'|Forgotten what!? That your balls hang lower than your dick!?]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "lost1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-576.png">You don't know how long you're out, but eventually awareness returns to you. Everywhere you see, there's darkness. A moments confusion is replaces by terrified recognition: You've been here before. This is the void from which you awoke many days ago. Is this where your mind wanders when it cannot connect with your body? What if you won't be able to return to your body... What if you're dead? Panic fills you now. No this is in no way better than shaking uncontrollably... "Calling subroutine CRB-13 of Alpha-27417. I repeat, calling subroutine CRB-13 of Alpha-27417. Do you confirm?" An unknown voice breaks your silence. You cannot see anyone in the darkness with you and you have no idea whose voice that is. Terrified, you don't say a word. Yet, you can hear someone answering from far away, with your voice! "Alpha-27417 confirms, subroutine clean reboot registered. Executing command." What the hell is happening!? You're running in the darkness of the void, trying to finds the sources of the voices. Then, a blinding flash of light explodes all around... [[You scream in terror]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-574.png">At your insult, Don's gaze darkens, just for a moment, before his calm and collected expression retruns. "Those drugs are really starting to annoy me..." he says as he reaches the corner of the room and kneels down. "But, no. You forgot this." he says, unplugging the failsafe device from the wall. Shit, yeah. You did forget about that. You stare at him and the unplugged failsafe. He stands up. Then the familiar shocks soar through your body, and you can't help but shout in pain. Fucking cheating bastard... Don wastes no time and quickly approaches you, mask and canister in hand. But when he gets close to you, you realize that the pain from the shocks isn't as bad as you remember. It hurts mostly in your chest, making it hard to breathe and focus, but that's about it. And you haven't slumped down onto your knees from the pain. Don, however, clearly thinks you're in greater pain than you are, because he now approaches with the mask, his guard down. It happens in an instant, you don't even register it. Your right arm flies out in a blur, fist connecting with Don's face with an agonizing crunch that makes your fingers hurt. Both of you shout out in pain in unison. "Argh!""Aaah!" Don stumbled a step back. The fucker's face hurts like hell on your fingers... But the shocks are still coarsing through your chest, almost making you unable to keep standing, combined with all the shaking your limbs are doing from the drug. Blood's flowing from Don's nose as he gives you a stunned expression. "It's working..." he mumbles, spitting away the blood that's flowing into his mouth. "I'll show you what's working!" you shout, taking a step forward, infurated by his calm comments. Now it's your turn to take on the offensive. Don's taken by surprise when you take a step towards him. But your body is confused by the pain from the shocks and the drugs in your system. Your intended step towards him ends up becoming a step sideways instead. Confused, you glance at your leg. That's not where you were trying to go... Don sees his opportunity and puts away the mask and canister and in an instant, rushing to meet you instead. His counter-assault takes you by surprise as he snatches your arms. You snarl and growl like a hound and try your best to plant additional fists and knees in any part of his body that you can. In the chaotic struggle that follows, you're a shrieking vessel of rage, and you somehow manage to kick him in his shin. He howls in pain, but then your ears start ringing and the world gets all blurry. In a stunned haze you realize he must've hit you with something, because you're feeling a massive headache, falling disoriented into Don's arms. Weakened and stunned, you barely register it as Don drags you to the canister and mask and forcefully presses your face against the mask. "Sorry, had to do it..." he mumbles, miles away, as you slink into a deep darkness. [[Darkness consumes you]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "adventure1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-577.png">"Aaaah, no!" you shout into the blinding light in pure terror. "Whoa! It's ok, you're back. Take it easy, it's just me." Don's familiar voice reassures. "Don?" you ask with a trembling voice. Confused and disoriented, you look around. You're in Don's bedroom, in his bed. He's sitting next to you on the bed. <<if $day5_substances_is_tied is false>>There's something slightly wrong with his nose...<<else >>You're no longer tied by any ropes of handcuffs. <</if>> He's tucked you in the bed and wrapped a blanket around you. In his hand is his cellphone, which he now puts away on the bed. You can only recall watching a movie, then the darkness and the voices... Seeking answers, you slowly push yourself up to a sitting position, placing a couple of pillows behind your back for support, then ask: "What happened?" Don holds up a glass of water, which you gratefully accept. As you drink, Don explains, in excruciating detail what you did once the drug took hold of you, and what he had to do. <<if $day5_substances_is_tied is false>>He points to his nose. "Don't worry, it's not broken. Just a bit bruised." he assures you.<</if>> Wow, just... Damn. He was right to put you to sleep. "I understand why you had to knock me out, it sounds like I was a... Mess." you reply as he concludes his story. Still, you did not intend to lash out like that. Or did you? Had that outburst been brewing under the surface this whole time, only to be released in an explosion due to the drug? You feel a little bit bad about what happened... [[Tell him you're sorry for lashing out like that]] [[There's nothing to be sorry for]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-578.jpg">Genuinely remorseful, you let Don know how you feel, saying it almost as a whisper: "I'm sorry." You can't meet his gaze, you're too embarrassed by your behaviour earlier. But Don takes your hands into his and waits until you find the courage to look at him. He's smiling. "Look, it wasn't you. Clearly. Your erratic behaviour was causes by the Anabolic-Androgenica. It's a type of steroid, which can cause aggressiveness." he explains, squeezing your hand gently to confirm that he's not angry with you. You simply nod at his words, thankful that he understands that you didn't mean a thing you did or said earlier. With your worries calmed, you then recall the darkness and the voices. Your voice, but you weren't talking. Was that a dream? Or a fragment of a memory? [[Tell him about the voices]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-578.jpg">If he's expecting an apology, for how you acted in a drugged state he caused, then he's mistaken. Instead, you recall the darkness and the voices. Your voice, but you weren't talking. Was that a dream? Or a fragment of a memory? [[Tell him about the voices]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-580.jpg">"I was back in the darkness again." you begin to explain, wrapping your arms around you as if to gain some protection against the memory. Don nods, encouraging you to continue. "But this time, I wasn't alone. Or rather, I was alone, but I could hear someone else." Don leans onto the same pillows you are, half-sitting half-lying-down as you as. "Who'd you hear? he queries. You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "The first voice, I didn't recognize. But the second voice was me, talking from far away, but I wasn't doing the talking." You realize how ridiculous this soundings. Textbook dream, no point overanalysing this. "So you, but not you, was having a conversation with someone you didn't recognize?" he summarizes. Yeah, that's pretty much what you remember. "Yes, but the things that were said... I... I think what I heard was a memory." You look at Don, seeking guidance. Is such a thing possible? Hadn't Don mentioned that you shouldn't have any memories at all before being activated, here, in his house? Well, something like that at least. He's got a deep furrow in his forehead at your statement and asks for clarification: "What makes you think that?" [[Explain what you heard]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-580.jpg">"It was a man's voice, giving voice-commands to Alpha-27417. Me." you explain. Don's eyebrows rise admirably high at your words. "Really? Huh... That's... What commands?" he's clearly puzzled. You remember it well, answering truthfully: "CRB-13. Clean reboot." Just as you thought Don's eyebrows couldn't rise any higher, they do. "That's uh... That's impossible." he simply says, shaking his head. "Where did you hear of that command?" he barks, almost like he's interrogating you, a bit of aggressiveness in his tone. Flinching from the sudden change of ton, you shuffle a few inches away from him in the bed. He grabs your arm painfully, stopping your retreat. "What do you mean... I... The dream..." What the hell's gotten into him? Why does he look like he's seen a ghost? "You're hurting me..." you whimper as he doesn't let go of your arm. That finally snaps him out of his trance-like state and he immediately lets go of your arm. When he does, you gather the blanket around you for protection, sitting on the far side of the bed, away from Don. "Sorry... I didn't mean to... It's just..." he's looking shocked, blinking, glancing about, clearly trying to gather his thoughts. "CRB-13 is essentially a factory reset. Wipes everything. It's impossible that you could have a memory about that, since the memory is wiped after the command is executed." he explains, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Huh, so clearly the reboot did not reset everything after all...? "I see... I think..." you say, still don't understanding the full picture that Don is seeing. He sighs. "Well, to put it simply: It means the reset didn't work as intended. Which means, there's no way to know what memories are still within you from your time at AIRI." he scratches his chin in thought. "The assembly, the calibrations, the tests..." he shakes his head. "For your sake, I hope you don't ever relive those moments. The things that were done to the androids, especially during the test-phase..." he lets out a long sigh. Now it's your turn to be freightened. "Like what...?" you query, not actually wanting to know. But Don luckily shakes his head. "There's no point giving you nightmare fuel. Let's forget about that and hope this is just a one-time thing, alright?" he says firmly, putting a stop to this discussion. Right now, that's exactly what you also want to do... [[Nod]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-582.jpg"><<set $day5_kissed_don to false>>You manage a nod, acknowledging that the subject has now officially been dropped. Finally at ease, Don's worried expression is replaced by a tired smile. "To summarize our findings today: Anabolic-Androgenica works as a signal suppressant, but it has a nasty side-effect. Let's hope we find a better candidate." he says. Right, you completely agree... The thought of being angry all the time... That's not an acceptable side-effect. Don yawns loudly. "How about we get some actual sleep, let your body clean out the rest of the drugs over night, then continue testing tomorrow?" he suggests. It's already dark outside. How long were you asleep? And yet, you don't feel well rested. In fact, it feels like your body has been running on a treadmill while your mind was blank. "Sounds like a plan." you reply. "I thought I'd sleep here tonight, I hope that's ok?" he asks as the two of you head for the bathroom to brush your teeth. "Of course." you're very glad that he's staying with you. He simply gives you a smile as an answer. Done with your night-time routines, the two of you head back to bed, undress and crawl under the blankets. [[Get some sleep]] <<if $day5_riddle_book is true>><<if $don_love_points >= 2>>[[Ask him a riddle instead]]<</if>><</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-588.jpg">"Good night, Don." you say softly, almost like a whisper, snuggling under your blanket. "Good night, Amanda." he replies from his side of the bed. Your thought briefly return to the darkness of your mind, the void. You're very happy not to be stuck in there again... Sleep comes over you faster than you known and soon the both of you are sleeping, you exhausted from the shock your system experienced, and Don from his long work-day combined with keeping a watch over you for many hours while you were knocked out. ... The next morning, you awake well rested. You're feeling incredibly good, considering the substance that flushed through your systems yesterday. Don is there in the bed next to you. You realize he's been watching you for a while when you turn to look at him. "How are you feeling, sleeping beauty?" he asks, a smile on his lips. Sleeping beauty? Well, compliments are always welcome. <<if $don_love_points >= 4>>"I feel very good, thank you for asking, prince charming." you purr in response.<<else>>"I feel pretty good, thanks for asking." you reply.<</if>> Don puts his hand on your stomach, tracing the skin there in circles with his fingers, firing warm sensations through your body. This touch of affection early in the morning comes as a shock for you. Your flinching reaction doesn't stop him, however, and he continues tracing his fingers up and down your stomach, circling your belly-button. You can feel your cheeks flushing red from his touch, but in the back of your mind you're also just thinking about the next substance and the possible side-effects it'll trigger. Even if you wanted him to continue, you cannot shake the feeling of dread at what they day will bring. And so, you smoothly roll out of bed, escaping his caressing fingers and begin to dress for the day. Don's questioning look demands an answer: "I'm stressing out over these substances... Let's just get it over with, please?" You add a little please at the end, remembering just who you're talking to, a man who doesn't take no for an answer. But he, surprisingly, accept your explanation and begins to dress himself as well. "Alright, let's just eat something light and get right to it." Happy that the two of you see eye-to-eye on this, you finish dressing yourself and head to the kitchen. Your belly and energy-meter agree: You are hungry, and it's glowing orange. You're wearing your black mini-skirt again. [[Eat a light breakfast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-589.jpg">The breakfast is anything but pleasant. You're a wreck inside, conjuring up all sorts of worst-case scenarios in your head. Don, on the other hand, is calm and collected, but watches you closely. "It's highly unlikely the next substance will cause such a strong reaction." Don tries to calm you. "I'd say the worse is probably over." That sounds promising, but you're sceptical. Your breakfast is light, consisting of some yoghurt with berries and granola. With the breakfast completed, the two of you head back to the living room. "I think yesterday proved the necessity of tying you down. Hop on." Don instructs, pointing at the massage table that is standing in the middle of the living room, handcuffs and ropes at the ready. Right, yeah. <<if $day5_substances_is_tied is false>>This time you don't object to the idea of him tying you down during the test.<</if>> <<if $day5_substances_is_tied is true>>Just like yesterday, he<<else>>He<</if>> straps you securely to the massage table, ankles and wrists locked to the massage table, with ropes pinning your body down. You can freely move only your head. "You ready?" he asks, standing next to you. Nervously, you nod and say: <<set $linkText to "\"Yes, let's get this over with...\"">>[[$linkText|Yes, let's get this over with...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-589.jpg">"Alright. The next substance on the list is Phytoestrogen." Don explains, going back to the box of things, holding up another vial and syringe. "This is a naturally occurring substance with hormone-like activity. But this is in a more concentrated form." he continues, filling the syringe. You can't help but squirm at the sight of the syringe filling up. Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all... Don turns to face you and sees your worried look and uncomfortable squirming. "Just remember why we're doing this. It's not because it's fun, but because we need to." he says, placing a calming hand on your shoulder. Slowly, you calm down and breathe normally. And when you nod that you're ready, he pricks you with the syringe. You let out a muffled cry and close your eyes, not from the pain but the fear of what's to come. "Done." he proclaims, taking a step back to put things back in the box. Your heart is beating faster, but that's probably just your own stress of the situation, not the substance. Don kindly puts on the TV again and you smile as the funny homely show B.U.D.D.I.E.S comes up. Yeah, to that show you can lie here, letting a foreign substance wreak havoc on your system. "Now we wait." Don says, unnecessarily. Yes, you know. Up to two hours of just lying here, tied up tighter than a mummy. Well, not literally tighter, but still... [[Stressed out, you turn your attention to the TV show]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-591.jpg">You watch four full episodes of B.U.D.D.I.E.S on the TV and the only thing that happens is that your energy-meter's glow goes from orange to white. However, the room has began to feel warmer, your skin sweatier. You shrug it off as nothing to be worried about. Half-way through the fifth episode, however, you can't shake the feeling. Something is definitely going on... Your skin is sensitive, to the handcuffs and the ropes tightly wrapped on you. Each breath your take raises your breasts up, making the trapped fabric of your shirt push down harder on your sensitive nipples... As you breathe out, the pressure releases. And your waist... There's a length of rope on your waist, keeping your hips firmly on the massage table. Slowly, you squirm up just a tiny bit to change where the rope puts pressure on you. The rope slides down just an inch, so that it's right on your vulva... With deep breaths, you grind the fabric of your clothes on your sensitive nipples, while at the same time grinding and pushing up agains the rope pressing down on your vulva. You can feel your cheeks flushing red from the sensation, the world around you completely forgotten as you try to pleasure yourself as well as you can, with your hands tied with handcuffs on both sides of the massage table. Don quickly notices that something's changed and comes to stand next to you, a worried look on his face. But when he sees your smile, flushed cheeks and grinding movement, his expression goes from serious to amused in an instant. "That's an unexpected side-effect. Are you horny?" he asks innocently, clearly seeing the answer for himself. You let out a small whimpering: "Yes..." Don places a hand under your shirt, just below your breasts, gently teasing your cleavage from below. "Too bad we're in the middle of a scientific experiment. Can't interrupt the process." he teases, lifting his hands a tiny bit up, caressing your breasts just out-of-reach of your sensitive nipples. Out-of-breath and horny by the drugs, you whimper: [[Please...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-592.jpg">Don's touch is making you crazy, he's so close to giving you what you want, just a tiny bit up... But he shakes his head. "We've got to test if this acts like a suppressant..." he says, matter-of-fact, but rather than stopping, he slowly begins to lift your shirt up, dodging the ropes pressing down on your body along the way. "Mmhmm..." you mutter, not listening to a word he says, simply feeling his fingers sliding over your, revealing more skin inch-by-inch as he pulls your shirt up. When he reaches your breasts, he pauses, having fully exposes your belly. "Forget the test..." you murmur, having stopped caring about it a while ago. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he teases, and you approvingly answer: "Yes..." Don's fingers are moving down now, past your belly button. "Or maybe you are hoping that the substance works as a suppressant..." he says, his hand reaching your skirt. "Mmhmm..." is your only reply, he continues: "... so that you will stay horny for me all the time." he says, unclasping your skirt and pulling it down just an inch. "Yeah..." you breathe, barely able to contain yourself. You can't help but think to yourself, silently: [[Stop the teasing already and do something!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-594.jpg">There's nothing you can do to stop him, tied to the massage table as you are, and there's nothing you would do even if you could. Instead, you simply let the sensation wash over you in waves of pleasure as he kisses, sucks, even bites on your nipples. Don's kisses are moving now, down over your belly. The anticipation is killing you as you squirm into the ropes and handcuffs keeping you in place. This hands reach your skirt first, pulling them firmly down in one quick motion. It ends up somewhere between your legs, not fully off, not fully on, but clearly completely exposing your underwear. He then pulls down those too, revealing your neglected and naked pussy. His kisses continue down, past the belly button, past your waist, kissing left, kissing right, circling around but never going straight for where you want him. Finally when you're shaking with frustration and almost about to complain out loud that he's taking too long, he plants a soft kiss right on your clitoris. You shudder as his tongue connects with your sensitive spot, rolling in a circle. "Don't stop..." you moan, trying to push your hips up to expose you even more for Don. The ropes are preventing you, but surely he appreciates the gesture? His tongue is working its way around your vulva, reaching down into your wetness, sliding back up to your clitoris, then sliding back inside you. He's pushing in deep, literally fucking you with his tongue, but never for long as he returns to your sensitive clitoris, giving it the attention it desperately needs. He reaches up to your face with his hand, finding your face. His fingers are pressed against your lips and you willingly open them, sucking on them eagerly. He doesn't let you suck long, however, as he pull away, bringing his fingers down to your waiting pussy, sliding them in effortlessly thanks to your growing wetness. [[Let him continue|let him continue 2]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-596.jpg">It's the drug in your system making you like this and you know it. You don't actually want this, at all. Fighting against all cells in your body that crave attention right now, you finally manage to form coherent words: "Stop... Just stop..." And to your amazement, he does. "Alright. It's not my body craving for release... Yet." he simply says. You can feel the tension of the ropes lifting as Don starts untying you, and you hear the clink of the handcuffs opening. With your hands finally free, you can pull down your shirt again. You're no longer tied to the massage table at all. But you are blushing crimson, still horny as hell from the substance. Don takes a quick trip to the bedroom and you barely have time to stand up before he returns. "Since you don't want my help, you'll do it yourself. Right here, right now." he instructs, holding out a dildo in one hand, and a slim wooden cane in the other... "Carrot and stick." he explains at your look of disbelief. "I... Are you serious?" you stutter, but your eyes are hungrily looking at the dildo in Don's hand. "Yes." he says, patiently waiting for you to take it from his hand. Well, you really, really want to do something about the growing frustration you're feeling... And that urge strong. [[Take the dildo]] [[Fight your urges and refuse]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-598.jpg">With trembling hands, you accept the dildo. It feels hard and soft at the same time, warm rather than cold. Don is giving you an expecting look. "... Here...?." you ask to confirm, He nods, arms crossed, cane in hand. Suddenly shy, but impossibly horny from the substance, you give up. You begin by pulling down your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. You don't even look at Don at this point, you just want to focus on yourself. And so you do. Your soaking wet underwear need to go, and so you let them fall to the floor too, joining your skirt. You're now wearing nothing but your shirt and your bra. [[Touch yourself]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-596.jpg">Your body is telling you to say yes. Don is telling you to say yes. But still you fight the urge, knowing that this isn't you, it's the substance in your blood. "No.." you begin. The cane whip comes out-of-nowhere, striking you on your arm, near the shoulder. "Aee! Hey!" you yelp, knowing exactly why he did it and where this is going. "You've chosen stick. Bad choise. Choose again." Don says, still holding out the dildo. A red line has appeared where Don hit you, and its throbbing painfully. You look at Don with disbelief. He's actually choosing to take advantage of this situation to bully you around, even in your drugged state. Well, that shouldn't come as a surprise. He did pretty much the same thing yesterday when you drank too much alcohol... You realize that this is a pointless argument to have, with you fighting against both Don and the urges of your drugged body. Instead, you choose the least painful option, which also requires the least amount of willpower from you. The option that will finally let your body have the relief it wants. [[Take the dildo]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-595.jpg">It just feels too nice for you to try to stop him as his mouth pleasures your most sensitive spots and his fingers slide in and out of you. He then twists and hooks his fingers inside you, touching and pleasuring all sides of your inner pussy, rather than simply pushing his fingers in and out. His skilled fingers and tongue quickly have you moaning uncontrollably, making you squirm under his touch. Yes, right there, just like that... He continues like this for a while, making each touch, each kiss and each lick count. You gasp for air as his tongue suddenly begins to quickly bob over your clitoris, firing wave after wave of nonstop pleasure through your body. It's even distracting you from what his fingers are doing, and those too are working hard to please you. And they are. You can feel the familiar spasms coming over you as you begin to reach an orgasm. The relief your body has been craving ever since the substance took hold of you finally arrives. You let out a muffled cry of joy and let the sensation wash over you. Don's fingers and mouth don't stop for a second, extending your orgasm... By the time it's over, you're gasping for air, breathing hard. Don slowly pulls away from you. You can feel the tension of the ropes lifting as he starts untying you, and you hear the clink of the handcuffs opening. With your hands finally free, you pull down your shirt again. You're no longer tied to the massage table at all. But before you can stop him, Don mischievously pulls down your underwear and skirt all the way, letting them fall to the floor. You're now wearing only your shirt. "Well that made me properly hard." Don comments as you try to catch your breath. Yeah, you're not surprised. But his words sink in. Oh, he wants you to... You glance up, seeing the bulge in his pants. "I'm spent..." you complain, resting your head against the massage table. "Well, I'm not." he says, holding out his hand in an offer to lift you up. Well, regardless if you have the strength or inclination to do what he wants, you do need help to stand up. And so you grab his extended arm with yours. He pulls you up so that you're sitting on the massage table in one smooth motion. "Hey... Huh..." you begin to protest as he begins to undress himself. Knowing Don, you know there's no good way out of this, whatever it is he's planning to do... In a few seconds, he's completely naked, cock hard and ready. He approaches you. [[Open your legs for Don|Realize it's pointless to fight back]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>[[Protest and slink away]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-599.jpg">You can't believe you're doing this, but at the same time, it feels good. Your fingers test the waters, confirming that you're completely wet. Without wasting time, you angle the dildo the right way, then kneel down on the living room's mat. You spread your legs, gently pushing the tip of the dildo against the wet opening, which parts pleasantly to engulf it. You close your eyes at this point, knowing that you're putting on a show for Don, but too embarrassed to acknowledge it by actually looking at him. The shaft inside you is quickly loosening up your tenseness, and you fully commit to the sensation it's sending through your body as you drive it inside you. You're whimpering softly and as silently as you can, not wanting to give Don additional satisfaction. A sharp pain takes you out of your almost meditative state as Don hits you straight on your expose asscheeks with his cane. "Ow! What..." Why did he strike you even though you're doing exactly like he said? "Don't stop." he just says as you hesitate, confused. "Bend over, head down." he instructs, pushing you gently down with his foot on your back. Relucantly, and still holding a firm grip on the dildo that's inside you, you let him push you down to the floor. You're now kneeling, so that your ass is up in the air and your head is resting against the mat. You blush when you realize that right now, you're too horny to care. "Continue." he instructs, and you do so without hesitation. With both of your hands between your legs, you try to cum as quickly as possible, stimulating your clitoris with your fingers and penetrating yourself deeper and faster with the dildo. It feels just so damn good to do this, focusing completely on making yourself feel good... Don is now clearly pleased with your efforts, choosing to slowly caress your hurt asscheek with the cane instead of striking you. Well, almost. Every once in a while he gives an almost painful whip on your ass, just to make sure you remember that he's there, watching, making you do this... But despite his strikes, you're close now, you can feel it... [[Cum]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-600.jpg">Finally, you sense the relief your body has been craving ever since the substance took hold of you. You let out a muffled cry of joy as the familiar cramps take over your body, threatening to slip the dildo out of your hand as you push it deep into you, in rhythm with the pleasure-filled spasms. Then, finally spent, you let the toy slip out. You slump down, catching your breath on the floor, exhausted from the effort. "That little show of yours... Very sexy. I'm rock hard." Don comments as you try to catch your breath. Yeah, you're not surprised. But his words sink in. Oh, he wants you to... You glance up, seeing the bulge in his pants. "I'm spent..." you complain, resting your head against the floor. "Well, I'm not." he says, coming to stand over you. He hold out his hand in an offer to lift you up. Well, regardless if you have the strength or inclination to do what he wants, you do need help to stand up. And so you grab his extended arm with yours. He pulls you up so that you're sitting on the massage table in one smooth motion. "Hey... Huh..." you begin to protest as he begins to undress himself. Knowing Don, you know there's no good way out of this, whatever it is he's planning to do... In a few seconds, he's completely naked, cock hard and ready. He approaches you. [[Realize it's pointless to fight back]] [[Protest and slink away]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-602.jpg">You lie back comfortably on massage table, on your back, helpfully spreading your legs for him. Both from exhaustion and because you know if he wants something, he gets it, one way or another. Your helpfulness is rewarded as Don positions himself between your legs, grabbing your them with his hands, lifting your legs up towards your head. The underside of your knees are now resting between his biceps and forearm, one in each of his arms. He takes a moment to position his erection at your still wet entrance, then leans in, pushing himself deep inside you without any resistance from your soaking wet pussy. As he does, you can't help but let out a small grunt. It still feels good... But you're not going to tell him that. Don smoothly leans over and grabs your wrists in his hands. Then he leans in further, pushing your legs further up until your feet are pointing straight at the ceiling. He's pinning your wrists to both sides of your head with his hands. Don is leaning into the massage table, keeping your legs spread open for him with his arms under your knees. With only his body, and not an single bdsm toy, Don has for all intents and purposes tied you up. There's nowhere to go, nothing you can do, as he starts pounding into your wetness. You grunt again... That feels... Nice... He pounds you, knowing full well that he doesn't have to make this a marathon for your sake. Instead, he completely dominates your pussy and fucks you the way he likes, hard and fast. In any other situation, this treatment would've been much too savage for you, but you're already completely loosened up and ready... Besides, you're under the influence of a substance that helps even more. As such, you find yourself enjoying the wild ride, even to the point where you're a little bit disappointed when he stops pounding you, instead thrusting deep a few times, grunting as he cums inside you. Slowly, he releases his hold of your wrists, then lets you put down your legs, until he finally pulls out. Your pussy is leaking all over the bedsheet from his fluids and yours, ensuring that the sheets will have to be changed... But later, not now. Right now you need to catch your breath. [[Don leaves you alone for a moment]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to false>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-601.jpg">Your pussy might be ready in the sense that it's still soaking wet, but you're completely exhausted. There's no way you're ready for whatever he's planning. And so, you slink away, rolling away from the massage table. You're not surprised at all when Don catches you, but the fact that it's your hair that he manages to grab makes for a painful reminder of who's in charge. You shout out in pain as he pulls you back, down onto the table. Tears are forming in your eyes from the burning sensation in your scalp. He holds you firmly by the hair. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. If you want to do this the hard way, I'll show you the hard way. Hopefully your behavioural matrix will learn how to behave." Don says, grabbing you and turning you around to land face-down on the massage table. He pulls you down, past the edge, forcing your legs to fall knees-first onto the floor below. The painful impact stuns you for a moment and Don firmly takes hold of your arms, even as you struggle to get away. He bends them behind you and holds them tight against your back, while his body pins you to the side of the massage table. It's now that you realize that he doesn't need bondage gear at all to completely immobilize you: He's just that much stronger than you... All he needs to do is pin you down, rendering you immobile. After a moment's struggling, pointlessly, you decide that you're too tired to resist. Not that you could anyway... And so when Don's member brushes against your thighs, seeking your still soaking wet pussy, you simply sigh in defeat and helpfully spread your legs a tiny bit so that he finds what he's looking for. He slides in, pushing himself deep inside you without any resistance from your soaking wet pussy. As he does, you can't help but let out a small grunt. It somehow still feels good... But you're not going to tell him that. There's nowhere to go, nothing you can do, as he starts pounding into your wetness. You grunt again. Why does that feel... Nice... He pounds you, knowing full well that he doesn't have to make this a marathon for your sake, for your pleasure. Instead, he completely dominates your pussy and fucks you the way he likes, hard and fast. In any other situation, this treatment would've been much too savage for you, but you're already completely loosened up and ready... Besides, you're under the influence of a substance that helps even more. As such, you zone out, simply letting him use your body. You know it's not the first time, and it will not be the last time either. Soon, he thrusts slowly and deep a few times, grunting as he cums inside you. Then he pulls away from you, leaving you there on the floor, kneeling next to the bed, leaning against it for support. You're completely spent. Right now you need to catch your breath more than anything. [[Don leaves you alone for a moment]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-603.jpg"><<if $day5_let_don_fuck_you is true>>The massage table is drenched in fluids, and so you have no choice but to curl up, avoiding the pool.<<else>>You slump down next to the massage table, catching your breath, silently scorning yourself for protesting to begin with. It served not purpose.<</if>> Resting for but a moment, you close your eyes until you hear Don returning, still naked, but freshly showered it seems. "If you'd like a shower, it's empty. The substance is making you sweat quite a bit." Don simply comments, completely ignoring the fact that he just pounded you like you were nothing but a cunt to him... But yeah, he's right, you haven't been this sweaty... Ever. It almost feels like your body is trying to evaporate the substance from you itself, in an act of self-defence. Mustering all your remaining strength, you rise up, throw away your sweaty shirt and bra and head for the bathroom, leaving Don behind in the living room. <<if $day5_let_don_fuck_you is true>>Behind you, you can hear him clearing the massage table.<</if>> [[Clean yourself]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-604.jpg">The cool water of the shower feels especially nice on your sweaty skin right now. This is becoming a recurring theme, of you and Don doing something intense, and you ending up in the shower completely exhausted. Would be nice to just feel good, rather than spent and used, for a change. You finish your shower routine, choosing to keep it short today, then dry yourself with a towel and your hair with a hair dryer. You head to the living room, wearing nothing but a towel. You gather your clothes as you go, noticing that Don has put his clothes back on already. You ignore him for the moment, simply going straight upstairs to the bedroom. A fresh pair of underwear and bra is in order, and a new shirt, the old one's soaking with sweat. But you black mini-skirt, your favourite you've come to realize, is not too sweaty at all. With your new outfit on and the sweaty clothes thrown into the washing machine in the bathroom, you return to the living room once more to discuss the substance with Don. You realize that you've already brushed past the fact that Don fucked you again without asking for your opinion. It is becoming quite familiar to you, this treatment, to the point where you're used to it and don't even pay much attention to it... Don is sitting on the couch, reading the labels on the vials in his box of misery. "So that clearly didn't work." you comment, crossing your arms. You still can't believe just how potent in other ways that drug was... Don glances up. "Yeah, as interesting as that was, it did not work as a suppressant." he confirms. "Right, so now we have a substance that works and makes me aggressive, and a substance that doesn't work... Let's just get on with the next one..." you say, tired to your very bone, wishing nothing more than put these experiments in the past. But Don shakes his head. "Not so fast, we've got to wait for the current drug to completely flush out of your system. Don't want to have any nasty interactions between these things." he explains, putting a definitive stop to your wish to just get it over with immediately. But you see the wisdom in his proposal. So, waiting it is, again. You sigh in defeat and hold up your hands as if to give up, saying: "Fine, we wait. But for how long?" He's tossing his head to either side while he does some initial calculations. "Well, it's still before lunch-time, so I'd say somewhere in the afternoon, maybe 5 or 6 PM?" he suggests. That's roughly 8 hours from now, you realize. [[What will you do for 8 hours?]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-583.jpg">You're in a mood to ask him some riddles instead of going to sleep just yet. But you don't remember exactly how they went, so you quickly sprint down the stairs into the kitchen, completely naked, then return to the bedroom where Don is now sitting up against a pillow with a confused look on his face. You hold up the book, which he probably can't see very well in the darkness of the room. "Riddle me this, good sir!" you announce in a dramatic voice, jumping up into bed next to Don with the cover of the book facing him and the riddles and answers facing you. He's got an amused smile on his lips as he turns to face you, half-sitting half-lying down in the bed, supporting his head with his right arm. "What tastes better than it smells?" you ask him, smiling as you read the answer silently. "Well... If it was the other way around, I'd say coffee..." he answers, clearly stalling because he's got no idea. After a while of thinking, he shrugs. "Uhh... Sorry, I've got nothing." Hah, you got him! "A tongue!" you reveal, laughing at his puzzles expression. Then he holds up his hands in defeat. "Oh right, since a tongue can't smell..." he laughs. "Good one." He leans in closer, but not close enough to see the answers. You deliberately pull the book further away just to make sure. "Alright. Well, what kind of room has no doors or windows?" you query, trying your best not to laugh when you read the answer. Don scratches his chin. "No doors or windows..." he muses, trying to figure this one out. "An unfinished one? I don't know!" he says, laughing out loud at his own stupid suggestion. Snorting, you tell the answer: "A mushroom!" Don rolls his eyes, chuckling. "That's cheating!" he claims, but ultimately just smiles at the dumb riddle. He comes even closer, putting a hand on your thigh, on the blanket. [[That's enough riddles for today, go to sleep]] [[You don't mind his hand there, continue with more riddles]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-583.jpg">Either you're too tired to continue reading riddles, or you feel uncomfortable with his touch, but regardless of the reason, you walk up and return the book of riddles to its kitchen drawer. Then you return to bed, where you can see Don's turned the other way, completely hiding under the blanket. [[Get some sleep]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-584.jpg">His hand isn't doing anything, it's just resting there on your thigh. You don't mind. As you begin reading the next riddle, he slowly massages your thigh with his hand, distracting your riddle-reading efforts: "During what month do people sleep the least?" you manage to ask, still hiding the answer from Don by pointing the book the other way. As he thinks, his hand on your thigh doesn't stop moving, indeed it slowly finds its way under the blanket. "Well, judging from the previous riddles, the answer is not going to be an actual month." he concludes. You have to fight hard not to reveal the answer when he says that. The answer is so obvious when you see it. He ponders for a while, in no hurry to answer now that his hand has found its way under your blanket, gently caressing your naked thigh, from the knee all the way up, almost touching you there... Until he returns down again, smoothly, softly. Your breath quickens, but you stay focused on the riddles, keeping the book and the answer away from Don's prying eyes. "I suck at this. No idea." he finally says, giving up. "You dismissed all months too quickly. It's February, because it's the shortest month." you reveal, trembling from his touch but smiling victoriously. He pinces your thigh playfully as you give the answer. "Yeah, I set myself up for failure, didn't I?" he admits, his hand resuming its slow caressing movement on your thigh. Before you have time to read the next riddle, Don interrupts you: "I've got a riddle, of sort, for you." You look up from the book. Oh? "Yeah?" you almost whisper, his touch most welcome on your skin. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, his eyes finding yours.<<if $has_kissed_don is true>> It's not like you haven't done that already... Why would he suddenly feel the need to ask?<</if>> His eyes are inviting you to say yes. <<if $has_kissed_don is true>>And it's almost impossible to say no, since you know how soft those lips are...<</if>> [['Softly, whisper: "Yes..."'|Softly, whisper: Yes...]] <<if $don_love_points <= 5>>[[Gently decline his offer]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-587.jpg">As you softly whisper yes, Don whispers back: "You look so beautiful right now. Sitting there, reading riddles..." Then he shuffles even closer, now sitting right next to you on the bed. The book of riddles is forgotten the moment Don leans in close, placing a hand on the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him and leaning in close himself at the same time. You find yourself helpfully turning your head to the side just a tiny bit to give him, and you, a better angle. His breath is warm against your chin just before his lips find yours. They are soft, juicy even. <<if $has_kissed_don is false>>Very kissable indeed.<<else>>Just like you remember.<</if>> For a moment, the two of you share kisses, his lips on yours, yours on his. Then, feeling the time is right, your mouth welcomes his tongue as he begins exploring your mouth, and you in turn explore his. Your two tongues, which are better at tasting than smelling, dance and intertwine as your mouths become one. Slowly, he releases the hand he has behind your neck and pulls away, almost out-of-breath. You too have to catch your breath and compose yourself after the surprisingly passionate kiss. For a moment, neither of you say anything. But he's watching you with an intense look, almost like he wants to protect you from the universe in that moment. Suddenly shy, you glance at him, unsure what to do or say. He breaks the silence with a smile on his lips: "That was... Lovely. Sorry for ruining the riddle-reading moment." Right. The riddles. You simply shrug it away. "No, the moment was... Perfect." you reply, answering his smile. You glance at the book still on your hand. It has served its purpose tonight, you decide, walking up and returning the book of riddles to its kitchen drawer. Then you return to bed, where you can see Don's turned the other way, completely hiding under the blanket. A small part of you is sad that he's turned away to face the other way as you slink back into bed. When he doesn't show any signs of turning around, you let out a soft sigh and whimper, too silent for him to hear. It looks like it's time to get some sleep... [[Get some sleep]] <<set $has_kissed_don to true>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-584.jpg">It takes a lot of willpower from you, but you manage to whisper: "It feels weird after the substance test... Not today." You offer a half-truth as an explanation, not entirely sure what the full truth is. Maybe you just don't want him to get the wrong idea. Or, maybe you don't want to give yourself the wrong idea. Don simply nods. "You looked so beautiful just sitting there, reading the riddles... Sorry for ruining the moment." he says with a deep sigh. His words make you feel a bit bad for saying no, but you stand by your choice. "Don't worry, I got the laughs I needed. Now I can get a good night's sleep." you explain, continuing with half-truths. Don nods, then turns around, signaling that for him, the magic of the moment is over. You give him a final glance before walking up and returning the book of riddles to its kitchen drawer. Then you return to bed and see that Don is completely hidden under his blanket. [[Get some sleep]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-604.jpg">"Since we have time to kill..." Don continues, reading your mind. "How about we start by making some lunch, then I'll head out and continue pursuing the lead I have. It's about scrambling the signal for the duration of the surgical operation, where we remove the primary receiver. I'll be back around 5 or 6 PM." he suggests. Well, lunch certainly sounds nice, and you're quite used to staying at home without Don. There's always some ways of killing time around here... And yeah, you absolutely want him to look into the scrambling part. "You're going to AIRI? You mentioned you don't have any work for the next two days, meaning today and tomorrow." You ask, a bit confused. He nods. "Yeah, that's right, no work until Monday, but, all the material and documentation is in AIRI's servers and archives. I need to be physically there to conduct my research. Today, I'll probably be much more productive than during a normal workday, since I don't have to waste time doing my actual job or pretending to look busy." Right. All that makes sense. "Fine, we have a plan." you reply, immediately heading for the kitchen. On your way you notice the massage chair in the living room. At some point Don has removed the ropes and handcuffs from it, taking them back to the locker in the bedroom no doubt. But never mind that. Time for lunch first, research later. Don joins you in the kitchen, clearly happy to help out, and the two of you make a light lunch, considering that it's barely 10.30 AM and you ate breakfast roughly two hours ago. The two of you agree on trying out tacos for a change. Don begins preparing the chicken and the sauces, while you chop vegetables. In less than 20 minutes, everything is ready, kitchen table filled with options to choose from. Tacos is a light enough lunch, so it's not a big deal that you're eating before 11 AM. [[Eat your light lunch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-606.jpg">Don explains a bit more about what he'll be doing today as the two of you sit down by the kitchen table and eat. "Employees at my department at AIRI are typically all researchers, research assistants or similarily academic-minded. But there's also a large commercial sector at the company." he begins. You thoughtfully gather ingredients into your taco, placing a large table-spoon of hot sauce onto your taco. "Researchers come and go at pretty much any hour at any day at AIRI, but you're expected to be there from 9 AM to 3 PM to ensure collaboration and necessary face-to-face exchanges of information occurs naturally in the company." he explains, pausing to take a bite out of his taco. "Shit, this sause is hot!" he gasps, quickly downing a glass of water. You smile at his predicament, but what he said makes sense. Wouldn't want someone to work at hours when the office is mostly empty. It'd be impossible to get that person's feedback on anything if he's never around. "That coming and going extends to weekends, but naturally most of the employers don't want to spend their free time there. But, no-one's going to look at me in a strange way for staying at AIRI and reading a bunch of material today, so don't worry about that." he reassures, putting you at ease. Good. At least that means he won't raise more suspicion for simply being there... You also take a bite out of your taco, letting Don continue talking without interrupting. This sauce is good! Doesn't he like spicy food? [[Don explains how the scrambler will work]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-606.jpg">"Now as for the signal scrambling. You recall the reason we need that?" you nod, yeah you do. In order to operate and remove the primary receiver and primary shock-trigger, you'll have to scramble the signal between the failsafe device and the primary receiver inside of you. Otherwise they'll shout bloody murder when Don tries to remove them, causing kill-switch to trigger, literally killing you. "Good. Ok. So, there's a couple of things that the scrambler needs to do. Well, actually, scramblers: We need two of them." he takes a pause to tenatively chew on some of his hot taco. "The first scrambler is placed on top of, or very close to, the failsafe. This ensures that the signals sent by the failsafe and the scrambler are of the same amplitude when they reach the primary receiver inside you. The second scrambler will be close to you, as close as we can get to the primary receiver during the operation, for exactly the same reason: To ensure the amplitude of the signals sent by the primary receiver are the same as the second scrambler's." Alright... As your teeth chew through the taco in your mouth, savouring the taste of the spicy sauce, your brain is chewing through the explanation Don just gave. So amplitude seems to be important here, which changes depending on the position of the scramblers, which means you'll need to put one scrambler near the failsafe and one near you. That kind of makes sense. You nod to confirm you probably understood what he's saying. "Essentially, both of the scramblers have two jobs each. First: They need to constantly generate a false positive signal. So the scrambler near you sends a false positive to the failsafe, and the scrambler near the failsafe sends a false positive to the primary receiver inside you." Yeah, that makes perfect sense. As long as both of them get a "green" light, everything should be fine. But that doesn't seem to be enough, because Don continues: "But, we also need to prevent the negative alert-signals sent by either the failsafe or the primary receiver from getting through. That's the blocking part. To do that, we need to send a signal with the opposite message from the scramblers, constantly, for each negative alert signal that can be generated by the failsafe or primary receiver. Once a real negative alert signal is sent, it will be much harder to detect. Sort of like a water wave canceling out another water wave, but on a bitwise level, rather than physical." At this point, your lunch is completely forgotten on the plate as you stare at Don, trying to wrap your head around the concepts he's throwing at you. Dumbstruck, you simply manage to stutter: <<set $linkText to "\"And that will work?\"">>[[$linkText|And that will work?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-606.jpg">Don sighs. "Well, in theory... Yes." he pauses to take another bite out his taco, cursing at the way-too-spicy sauce. But he manages to fight through the pain, finishing the bite with help of some water. "In practice, I don't know. Oh and we'll also need to create counter-signals for the kill-switch commands that the failsafe sends to the primary receiver... Just as an added measure to make sure that, if everything else fails, and the signals still get through and triggers the kill-switch, that we still have a chance to prevent the command from being executed." he concludes. That begs the question: "But... Why can't we only block that signal from being sent?" you ask, confused. Surely all of these extra signals being sent and countered left-and-right is unnecessary if you can just block the kill-switch signal? Don raises his taco in a salute at your observant question. "An excellent question. Well, the false positives and counter-signals are just there to buy us time. They can prevent individual signals well enough, but in practice there's so many signals being sent that some of them undoubtedly will reach through. It's just a matter of time. If we only rely on countering the kill-switch command, then our signal blocking must be able to stop every single one of the kill-switch commands being sent, for as long as we operate. There's a very high chance one of the signals gets through despite our counter-signal, if the surgery takes more than a minute. It's practically guaranteed to happen if we operate for more than 2 minutes." he explains, clearly having thought of that. Right, so the false positives and counter-signals for negative alerts is to buy more time for the operation. Because, inevitable, some real signals will get through, which will cause the kill-switch commands to start firing. And from that point on, Don has realistically less than a minute to finish the surgery, removing the primary receiver and trigger from you. You realize your mouth is open, but you're not putting any food there. Instead you're looking straight ahead, a blank expression on your face, your brain working through all that you just heard. You repeat what you understood and Don clarifies some points, but the gist of it is clear: Send false positives, block real negatives, block actual kill-switch command. Right. You find yourself asking: <<set $linkText to "\"So, in practice, is it doable?\"">>[[$linkText|So, in practice, is it doable?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-609.jpg">Don finishes his lunch with painful grunts and a runny nose, having eaten two spicy tacos and answers your question: "That's what I still need to research. Then, if it's doable, I also then need to build the scramblers. But there's plenty of easily programmable modules at AIRI for all sorts of purposes. Shouldn't be too hard find the correct ones to create a signal sender. After that, all I have to do is upload a program that specifies what kind of signals should be sent. It's outside my expertise, but I've had some basic training in C programming. So the coding shouldn't be a problem, nor building the thing. Rather, the problem is in figuring out the exact signals being sent by the failsafe and the primary receiver in you. We need that information to create all the false positives and counter signals." Right, all of that makes sense. "I should let you get to it, then. It sounds like a lot of work." you offer, not yet finished with your lunch. Don nods his agreement. "Yeah, that's true. Well, I'll be going then. You don't mind clean up?" he says, rising up, gesturing at the mess in the kitchen. You nod, mouth full of tacos. "Yeah I'll clean..." you promise, chewing. Damn, these tacos are good! "Alright, I'll see you later then." he says, placing his hand briefly on your shoulder as he passes you and heads to the front door. "Bye." you shout from the kitchen when you hear him opening the front door. The sound of the door closing is your answer. You've really gotten an apetite now. One taco is definitely not enough! You grab another, putting even more of the spicy sauce into this one. Now you can finally feel the burn that Don was talking about, which almost brings tears to your eyes. But damn, that's a good burn, quite cathartic actually. [[Finish your lunch and clean up in the kitchen]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-609.jpg">Three tacos later and mouth pleasantly on fire, you begin clearing up in the kitchen, putting away everything to their right places and washing all the dishes. Well, Don's going to be away again for quite a while, leaving you with plenty of time alone. However, the substances pushed into your body have completely drained you. That, and the fact that Don fucked you wuite roughly less than an hour ago. Maybe a short nap is in order before you do anything else? You're too tired to read books right now anyway. So yeah, nap-time it is. You head back to the bedroom<<if $day5_let_don_fuck_you is true>>, where Don has changed the stained bedsheets,<</if>> and won't even bother to take off your clothes. You just jump right in, throwing a blanket on top of you. Every bone in your body agrees with you, this is what you need right now. You shut your eyes, embracing what your body is telling it needs: Rest. [[Take a nap]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-611.jpg">You dream of spicy food and dancing chili. ... A while later, you reluctantly open one of your eyes. How long did you nap? Yawning and slowly rolling out of bed, you then head to the living room. 2 PM. Well damn, that's a... Surprise. You knew you were exhausted, but napping during the day over 3 hours? Clearly, your system is under some heavy stress. It's a good thing Don suggested a break before the next substance... Speaking of him, he should back in maybe two hours, if his original estimate is correct. That doesn't leave you with much time. The energy-meter is glowing with a healthy green tone, however, signalling that even your light lunch was enough to satisfy you. You could finish the book "Four soft lessons". Maybe you could even... You look at the heavy battery and the failsafe. If only there was a way for you to drag the battery a bit closer to the front door, then you could grab a chair and sit on the porch, waiting for Don. He's pretty much established that going outside is not necessarily a risk in this area, he proved as much with the visit to the lake didn't he. But, it's still a risk and he might not appreciate you doing that... [[Just read the book inside|Just read the book]] [[Try to move the heavy battery and failsafe closer to the front door]] [[Just go to the backyard instead through the window again]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day5_went_outside to false>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-613.jpg">You decide to just read the book inside. Besides, Don likely won't appreciate you going outside anyway... You grab the book, opening it to the last page you read. Things are getting spicy in this story. You really do seem to like spice, in your fiction and your food. You smile at the parallels as you take a comfortable position on the couch. [[Finish reading the book]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-612.jpg">There's got to be a way to move these things... Straining from the effort, you first try to move the battery towards the door. Grunting and heaving, your shaking arms and legs manage to barely push it half an inch. Ugh... Well, if you want outside, you can always just use the tried-and-true method of going out of the window. <<if $day4_hide_stained_clothes is false>>Don already knows that you've been outside in the backyard, surely he won't mind you doing it again.<<else>>Last time you went outside, your clothes were stained green, and you had to hide them. Don still doesn't know that you went outside against his instructions... Maybe it's best to keep it that way and not risk him finding out this second time?<</if>> [[Just read the book inside|Just read the book]] [[Just go to the backyard instead through the window again]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-614.jpg"><<set $day5_went_outside to true>>Yeah, a bit of fresh air is exactly what you need. Now that you know exactly how to open the window, it's just a matter of seconds until you're outside in the backyard, sitting comfortably on a chair, the book "Four soft lessons" in your lap. You'd almost forgotten just how nice it is to feel grass under your naked toes. The feeling just doesn't get old. You open the book on the last page you read. Things are getting spicy in this story. You really do seem to like spice, in your fiction and your food. You smile at the parallels as you take a comfortable position on the chair. [[Finish reading the book]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-619.jpg">Book forgotten for the moment, you sit still on the chair, trying to figure out if you heard something or just imagined things. Then you're chilled to the bones when you hear a faint knock coming from inside the house, the sound carried out through the open window. A stranger's voice is calling, loudly, from the other side of the house: "Hello! Is anyone home? My car broke down a bit down the road, I need to borrow some tools." You sit frozen on the chair. It's definitely not Don. The voice is clearly a man's, sounding deeper and older than Don's. Shit shit shit... The stranger knocks again, less determined this time. If you just wait, he'll go find another house that'll help him... Surely? On the other hand, Don's got a garage full of tools that could surely help the man. But helping him means revealing that you're here. But as long as you hide the energy-meter on your wrists, things should be fine... After all, you're just another regular person. It's not like the common people out here in England are looking for an escaped android... Right? Ah, but how the hell will you open the door, it's just outside the reach of the failsafe's range... "Miss?" The voice calls, much nearer. You glance in the direction of the voice. Deep in thought, you'd failed to notice the shape of the man suddenly standing in the far corner of the backyard by the entrance. Your eyes grow wide in sudden fear. He's a big man, unshaven and in tattered clothes, standing roughly 20 feet away. You know it's rude, but you can't help but mentally describe him as filthy, ugly even. Well, so much for ignoring him and hoping he goes away... Now there's really only one thing you can do... [[Greet the stranger]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-618.jpg">Book forgotten for the moment, you sit still on the couch, trying to figure out if you heard something or just imagined things. Then you're chilled to the bones when you hear a powerful knock on the front door and a stranger's voice calling: "Hello! Is anyone home? My car broke down a bit down the road, I need to borrow some tools." It's definitely not Don. The voice is clearly a man's, sounding deeper and older than Don's. Frozen on the couch, you know that he cannot see you, but you still make yourself small in an attempt to hide. Shit shit shit... The stranger knocks again, less determined this time. If you just wait, he'll go find another house that'll help him... On the other hand, Don's got a garage full of tools that could surely help the man. But helping him means revealing that you're here. But as long as you hide the energy-meter on your wrists, things should be fine... After all, you're just another regular person. It's not like the common people out here in England are looking for an escaped android... Right? Ah, but how the hell will you open the front door, it's just outside the reach of the failsafe's range... You glance around. Well, if you're very fast, you might be able to do it... Finally, you reach a decision... [[Hide the energy-meter and try to open the door|Put on your long-sleeved white shirt and try to open the door]] [[Ignore him and hope he goes away]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-618.jpg">You're paralyzed in the couch, too freightened to move. If Don finds out that you opened the door to a stranger, he'll likely be furious. But you also don't want to be shocked by the failsafe when opening the door. And, the man doesn't sound very friendly either. Yes, you're judging him purely based on his voice... You realize now in comparsion that Don's got a very pleasant voice. Huh. The stranger doesn't try to knock again. Instead you hear him walking away over the gravel, no doubt back to his car or to the next house far down the road. Apparently you've been holding your breath the whole time. In the clear, you finally take a deep breath. That was intense... You glance at the clock. Well, you can continue reading the book now. After a while, you manage to calm yourself and continue reading. [[Continue reading the book on the couch until Don gets back]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-617.jpg">Alright, you're doing this... First, you decide to hide the energy-meter by keeping your right hand over it. Then you head to the front door, hesitating just a few inches from the handle. If you open it quickly and back away... Then hopefully you won't fall down onto your knees from the shock and have a stranger wondering what the hell is wrong with you. Right, here goes... You can hear the stranger turning around and walking on the gravel, heading away. Oh, he gave up. Well, maybe you don't have to open the door... [[No, he needs help. Open the door]] [[He gave up, his loss. Don't open the door]]

<<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to true>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-628.png">With the stranger gone, and presumably not coming back, you return your attention to the book. It takes you the rest of the afternoon, but you manage to read through the whole thing. This book, "Four soft lessons", was definitely worth the read, you conclude as you put it away. Your cheeks are blushing red from the hot scenes in the book when you hear a car pulling up on the gravel. [[You assume it's Don...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-620.jpg">You look at the handle in front of you. Right. Even if you're shocked by the failsafe device, if you just rush to the door, then lean against the wall and grab the handle... You should be able to open the door throught the shocks. With a plan formed, you execute it, taking a bold step forward, leaning against the wall with your left hand and grabbing the handle with the right. The shocks immediately soar through you, but you grind your teeth in agony, pulling down on the handle. The door opens with a small sound, creaking open. But you're getting disoriented and fall backwards onto the floor, trying desperately to crawl closer to the failsafe. The shocks stop and you catch your breath, shrugging the lingering pain way. "Hello?" the stranger calls from just outside. He puts his hand on the side of the front door and slowly opens it, glancing inside. You see a big man, unshaved, with tattered clothes peaking at you from the doorway. You know it's rude, but you can't help but mentally describe him as filthy, ugly even. He, on the other hand, sees a pretty woman sitting on the floor by the front door, gasping for air. "Are you alright?" he asks, confused. With shaking legs, you manage to stand back up. "Yeah, I uh, just tripped..." you lie, not about to reveal a thing to a stranger. Suddenly you're not sure why you opened the door. This feels like an increasingly bad idea... "I've got a garage with lots of tools." you explain after an awkward silence. The man looks genuinely happy. "Oh fantastic! Thank you!" Well, hopefully he finds what he needs and then leaves... You say: [['"The garage is this way."'|The garage is this way]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-618.jpg"><<set $day5_ignore_stranger to true>>The stranger is walking further and further away over the gravel, no doubt back to his car or to the next house far down the road. You decide that, since he gave up so easily, it's his loss. Apparently you've been holding your breath the whole time. In the clear, you finally take a deep breath. That was intense... You glance at the clock. Well, you can continue reading the book now. After a while, you manage to calm yourself and continue reading. [[Continue reading the book on the couch until Don gets back]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-620.jpg">You put the book on your energy-meter, covering it, then weakly wave to the man. "Hi! I uh... Didn't see you there." you lie, mouth suddenly dry. "I tried knocking, but no wonder you didn't hear, being back here. Look, my car broke down a bit down the road, I need to borrow some tools. You've got any?" he asks, taking a few steps closer. Yes, Don's garage should have everything he needs. You realize that, now that he knows you're home, it's probably best to just get him the tools so he can be on his way. "Yeah we... I mean I've got a garage with lots of tools." Well... You don't have the key to open it from the outside thought. You'll have to have the stranger come into the house. "Just give me a minute and I'll open the front door for you...." you explain nervously. You need to hide the energy-meter before you let him inside... He simply shrugs, happy to have gotten a positive answer. "Oh fantastic! Thank you!" he says, heading back around the house, presumably to the front door. He didn't seem to want to impose on your hospitality by simply walking into your backyard, which you appreciate. You head back inside, this time having made sure that your feet were not dirty from your trip outside, then decide to hide the energy-meter by holding your right hand over it. Now all you need to do is open the front door. You head that way until there's just a few inches between you and the door. You look at the handle. Right. Even if you're shocked by the failsafe device, if you just rush to the door, then lean against the wall and grab the handle... You should be able to open the door throught the shocks. With a plan formed, you execute it, taking a bold step forward, leaning against the wall with your left hand and grabbing the handle with the right. The shocks immediately soar through you, but you grind your teeth in agony, pulling down on the handle. The door opens with a low sound, creaking open. But you're getting disoriented and fall backwards onto the floor, trying desperately to crawl closer to the failsafe. The shocks stop and you catch your breath, shrugging the lingering pain way. "Hello?" the stranger calls from just outside. He puts his hand on the side of the front door and slowly opens it, glancing inside. He sees you sitting there on the floor, gasping for air. "Are you alright?" he asks, confused. With shaking legs, you manage to stand back up. "Yeah, I uh, just tripped..." you lie, not about to reveal a thing to him. You say: [['"The garage is this way."'|The garage is this way]]

<<silently>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to true>> <</silently>><<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to false>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-623.jpg"><<set $day5_ignore_stranger to false>>"Follow me, the garage is right here." you say, trying to get to the point as quickly as possible so that the man can leave. The stranger follows you into the house. In this closed space you can smell him. He reeks of all sorts of nasty odors that you don't recognize. You stop in front of the garage door, opening it. "In there." you whimper, almost throwing up from his smell. But you try your best to not let him see your reaction. He simply nods and walks in. You can hear him rummaging around in drawers, but you don't want to go in there to check what he's doing. His pungent smell is revolting even from where you're standing in the living room. However, you don't want to be rude, so you ask loudly from the living room: "So what do you do for a living?" The stranger's voice answers loudly from the garage: "Well, I'm kind of in-between things right now. Used to be a mechanic, but I'm studying again..." Something falls to the ground in the garage with a loud metallic clank. "Shit. Sorry about that!" his voice trails off as he continues searching for tools. A mechanic who doesn't have tools in his car? You find that odd, but choose not to comment on it. You're starting to become a bit worried. Is the stranger lying? Suddenly, you feel dizzy, but to avoid suspicion, you ask loudly from the living room: "What are you studying?" He answers from the garage: "Embedded systems, programming, computer science, those kinds of things." Huh. It seems everyone wants something to do with computers and programming... Well, everyone you know, which is to say Don and this stranger. "Sounds interesting!" you offer in return, still unsure if the man is telling the truth or not. Finally, he returns from the garage, carrying a small box of stuff. A part of you hopes he doesn't return them, because you don't want Don to know he was here. But another part of you is afraid that Don will notice something is missing... "Thanks. Got everything I need now. I'll drop by when I've fixed her up." he says. He's about to head for the front door, pauses, and takes out something from his pocket. A small piece of paper. "Here's my contact information, if you need a mechanic for something. Normally I'd have some of my tools with me, but I'm not here with my car." Holding your breath, you approach, gingerly taking the piece of paper from his hand. You nod and smile, then take a cautious step back, trying not to be too rude about it. But he doesn't seem to notice your discomfort. Instead he leaves, whistling a tune as he heads out. Shit. You realize that if he comes back with the tools after Don is back... Well, on the one hand Don will likely be mad because you opened the door to a stranger, let him into the house and let him borrow Don's tools... On the other hand, how will you explain a bunch of missing tools from Don's garage? The stranger is almost at the front door now, happily walking along, no idea what a storm your brain is conjuring up and fighting against. It's now or never, you... [[Tell him he can keep the tools]] [[Tell him to be as quick as he can]] [[Say nothing|say nothing day 5]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-623.jpg"><<set $day5_missing_tools to true>>"You uh.. Can keep the tools." you say out loud as he's about to leave. The risk of him returning after Don is greater than Don noticing a few missing tools, surely... The stranger turns around. "Huh, really?" he asks, shaking the box as if to make a point. Yeah, there's quite a few things in there. But you nod. "Well alright! Thank you miss. Have a nice day now!" he says and heads out, closing the front door behind him and leaving you alone in the house. Good... He's finally gone. <<if $day5_went_outside is true>>You shut the window and clean the chair and floors from any signs of your outside visit into the backyard.<</if>> That was intense... You glance at the clock. Well, you can continue reading the book now. Next you glance at the business card. There's an address there, a phone number, and the stranger's name. Marc Goodwing. You realize Don mustn't find this card, and so you hide it in the book... After a while, you manage to calm yourself and continue reading. [[Continue reading the book on the couch until Don gets back]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-623.jpg"><<set $day5_missing_tools to false>>"Just be quick about it. I've uh... I'm expecting guests..." you say out loud as he's about to leave, a half-truth in your words. "Don't worry, I'll be done very quickly." he reassures and heads out, rudely leaving the front door open and you alone in the house. You glance at the clock. 2:30 PM... It's a race now, Don against the stranger, who will get home first... <<if $day5_went_outside is true>>You shut the window and clean the chair and floors from any signs of your outside visit into the backyard.<</if>> Now you're too nervous to even read your book. You glance at the business card. There's an address there, a phone number, and the stranger's name. Marc Goodwing. You realize Don mustn't find this card, and so you hide it in the book... Then, you sit on the couch, knees up against your chin, hugging your legs. Just, waiting.. [[Wait for the stranger or Don to get back|stranger get back first]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-623.jpg">Your brain freezes up with indecision and the stranger walks out, rudely leaving the front door open and you alone in the house. Well shit. You glance at the clock. 2:30 PM... It's a race now, Don against the stranger, who will get home first... <<if $day5_went_outside is true>>You shut the window and clean the chair and floors from any signs of your outside visit into the backyard.<</if>> Now you're too nervous to even read your book. You glance at the business card. There's an address there, a phone number, and the stranger's name. Marc Goodwing. You realize Don mustn't find this card, and so you hide it in the book.... Then, you sit on the couch, knees up against your chin, hugging your legs. Just, waiting... [[Wait for the stranger or Don to get back|don gets back first]]

<<silently>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-629.png"><<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to true>>Minutes go painfully slowly as you stare at the clock, rocking back-and-forth on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest. Finally, you hear a car driving up the gravel. It could be Don, or it could be the stranger in his fixed car... Regardless who it is, you're too stressed to look. It's 4:45 PM and Don said he'd be home around 4 or 5 PM. You close your eyes... "Why is the front door open?" Don's voice asks as he steps inside. Your heart sinks and your blood freezes in your veins as you glance up. Any excuse you come up with is going to be shattered as soon as the stranger comes back with the tools, which is going to happen eventually. There's no point in lying... "A stranger had some car troubles and borrowed some tools..." you weakly say, knowing very well that you've stepped over an invisible line. Don stares at you. "What..." he finally understands what you said. "You opened the door for a stranger!?" He asks, just to clarify, because that part was certainly quite clear from your statement and the fact that the door was open. But still you nod. "He'll be back with the tools any moment now..." you explain, realizing that the man could walk in any second. "He's... Fucking hell. Invite him for dinner while you're at it, will you?" He says, barely able to contained his fury, you can tell. "I'm sorry..." you offer with a whimper, but Don simply shakes his head, dismissing your statement. "You're not getting away with just an apology for being so god-damn stupid. I'll deal with you later." Don says, heading back out, slamming the door shut behind him. Shit... You've never seen Don this angry before. What an absolute mess... You assume he's gone out to find the stranger. A thought crosses you mind. What will Don do when he finds him? <<if $don_love_points >= 4>>He'll probably help him fix his car so he can be on his way faster, right? What else would he do...<<else>>Is he going to help the stranger fix his car, or is he going to get rid of a witness, someone who's seen you? No, that doesn't seem like something Don would do... He's likely just helping with the car, so that the stranger will be on his way faster, right?<</if>> Minutes go by, but eventually you hear footsteps outside again. Then Don is back by the front door, carrying the toolbox. Without saying a word, he takes off his shoes and heads straight into the garage, presumably to put the box away. Then he returns to stand in front of you in the living room. "Found the guy. His car is fixed now and won't trouble us anymore. But you..." he says, pinning you with his gaze... [[He looks angry]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-623.png">Minutes go painfully slowly as you stare at the clock, rocking back-and-forth on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest. Finally, you hear a car driving up the gravel. It could be Don, or it could be the stranger in his fixed car... Regardless who it is, you're too stressed to look. It's 4:45 PM and Don said he'd be home around 4 or 5 PM. You close your eyes... "Thanks again, miss!" the stranger calls from the front door, placing the box of tools by the front door. You look up in time to see him wave through the doorway, just as he closes the door behind him. It's not over yet. Don could return and see him... Or the tools... You quickly burst into action, grabbing he box and returning it to the garage. You have no idea where the tools were, so you simply put them on the first empty surfaces you find. The stranger's car is long gone and there's no sign of Don... Roughly 15 minutes later, you hear another car pulling up on the gravel. [[You assume it's Don...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-632.png">With those news, and him in such a good mood, you can't help but throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. "That's fantastic news, Don, truly!" you say softly in his ear as you hug him. He was clearly not expecting this, but his arms soon wrap themselves around you too, hugging you back. "It's all coming together." he answers. The hug is short but sweet. However, you pull away first. A thought crosses your mind. Should you tell him about the stranger with the car trouble? What's there to tell really... <<if $day5_missing_tools is true>>He "borrowed" some of Don's tools... Taking them with him...<<else>><<if $day5_ignore_stranger is true>>He knocked on the door and went away.<<else>>He simply borrowed some of Don's tools, returning them.<</if>><</if>> With Don in such a good mood, it might be worth telling him what happened... But you also don't want to ruin his good mood by giving him news he doesn't want to hear... In the end, you decide it's best not to tell him. [[Don't tell him about the stranger]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-631.png"><<set $day5_hugged_don to false>>You didn't know you had built-up energy in you just waiting to be released, but you do and you let it out in a triumphant scream! "That's fantastic news, Don!" you shout, literally jumping up and down with joy. He watches your outburst with amusement. "It's all coming together." he says, smiling. A thought crosses your mind. Should you tell him about the stranger with the car trouble? What's there to tell really... <<if $day5_missing_tools is true>>He "borrowed" some of Don's tools... Taking them with him...<<else>><<if $day5_ignore_stranger is true>>He knocked on the door and went away.<<else>>He simply borrowed some of Don's tools, returning them.<</if>><</if>> With Don in such a good mood, it might be worth telling him what happened... But you also don't want to ruin his good mood by giving him news he doesn't want to hear... [[Tell him about the stranger]] [[Don't tell him about the stranger]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to true>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-634.png">You decide you need to come clean about what happened today, rather than letting Don figure it out himself or keep it a secret. You try to muster your courage and catch Don's gaze. "Something happened today while you were gone." you begin, getting his attention. He raises an eyebrow. "Good or bad?" he asks. "Well uh... Neutral, I guess..." you reply, trying to figure out the best way to break the news. "A stranger, a man, came by the house. He said something about needing to borrow some tools to fix his car." You pause for a moment. Don is staring at you, frozen in place. There's no backing away now, you'll have to continue your explanation: <<if $day5_ignore_stranger is true>><<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>>"He was knocking on the door, shouting to be heard. He didn't know I was home and I didn't open the door." As you finish your story, you can see Don relaxing his pose considerably as he lets out a long sigh of relief. "So he didn't see you?" He asks and you shake your head. Don nods with approval. "Good. Perfect. Most likely he really did have trouble with his car, but you really can't trust strangers." he concludes. Well, you're quite relieved that you told him.<<else>>"I uh... Let him borrow some tools..." you weakly say, knowing very well that you've stepped over an invisible line. Don stares at you. "What..." he finally understands what you said. <<if $day5_missing_tools is true>>"I... I told him he could keep the tools... I didn't..." yes, what didn't you? Wasn't the point of letting him keep the tools specifically to not let Don know about this? And still here you are, confessing that you're an idiot.<<else>>"He borrowed the tools for a short while, then returned and gave them back." you conclude. At least you didn't let the stranger keep Don's property...<</if>><</if>> <<if $day5_ignore_stranger is true>>You gesture towards the box of vials on the living room table, then the kitchen. "The next test, or dinner first?" you ask him. His smile is warm. "Dinner, definitely. I haven't eaten since lunch!" The two of you head to the kitchen and prepare a second batch of tacos, using up the leftovers from your lunch. Don makes it a point to make two sauces this time, a less spicy one for him and the same one for you. You can't help but smile at the small gesture.<<else>>The look Don is giving you... "You opened the door for a stranger!?" He says, barely able to contained his fury, you can tell. "I'm sorry..." you offer with a whimper, but Don simply shakes his head, dismissing your statement. "You're not getting away with just an apology for being so god-damn stupid." he growls.<</if>> <<if $day5_ignore_stranger is true>>[[Eat dinner]]<<else>>[[He looks angry]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-633.png"><<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to false>><<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to false>>You decide there's no point in telling about the stranger to Don. The less he knows, the better. Instead, you gesture towards the box of vials on the living room table, then the kitchen. "The next test, or dinner first?" you ask him. His smile is warm. "Dinner, definitely. I haven't eaten since lunch!" The two of you head to the kitchen and prepare a second batch of tacos, using up the leftovers from your lunch. Don makes it a point to make two sauces this time, a less spicy one for him and the same one for you. You can't help but smile at the small gesture. [[Eat dinner]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <<set $day5_mask_water to false>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to false>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-630.png">And your assumption is right as you hear the front door opening, with Don now standing in the entrance. He looks to be in a great mood. "Good news!" he announces, taking off his shoes and walking into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to you. "I managed to build both scramblers today from parts at AIRI. I figure it'd be best to do that visible, physical work when no-one's around. And I know how to code the signals into the scrambler too. I even did some preliminary tests. Now all that's missing is to find the complete list of signals that we need, and calculate counter-signals to the rest, and we're good to go." he concludes. That is indeed fantastic news! In this moment, you get an overwhelming feeling to... [[Scream with joy|Scream loudly]] <<if $don_love_points >= 3>>[[Hug Don]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <<set $day5_mask_water to false>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to false>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to true>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-635.png">"Letting a stranger see you was one of the most idiotic things you've come up with. It's literally a life-threateningly dangerous risk for you, and a life-time in prison for me." Don begins, crossing his arms, eyes shooting darts at you. He's not wrong, and you know it... You're unable to meet his gaze as he scorns you. "You know you did something wrong. And there are consequences to your actions..." he continues. "...to make sure you learn not to fuck around with unnecessary risks." he finishes Silently, now not even a whisper, you say sorry once more... Then, you try to reason with him: "But the trip to the lake..." you begin to protest. "... Was completely different. I made sure the lake was clear before we visited it, taking a calculated risk. But this..." Don takes a few step towards you, making you flinch. But unnecessarily, he's not coming for you... Yet. Instead, he sits down on the couch. "Come over here. No complaining. No bullshit. Accept the punishment you deserve for being so reckless." he commands, ordering you to come over to where he's sitting. Punishment...? Is he... Yes, the look on his face is quite serious... [[Accept your punishment]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>[[Refuse - what you did does not require punishment]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-638.png">You know you crossed a line, risking both your continued existence and Don's freedom in the process. And so, having thought of this for a moment, you finally meekly walk over to him, until you're standing in front of him. "Stand here." he says, still sitting on the couch. He grabs your waist, pulling you to his right side. "Face this way." he instructs, positioning you to face to his left. "Now bend over my lap, head down." he instructs, motioning with his hands what to do. You regret being such an idiot that you let the stranger into the house and welcome Don's firm guidance. Maybe whatever Don plans to do will finally make you take the threat seriously. The threat of being discovered, and consequently, destroyed. You crawl onto Don's lap, using the couch as help, until you're positioned on top of him. Your waist and legs are on his right side, and the rest of your body is on his left. He instructs you to lower yourself further, which you do without complaining. Your hips are now resting in Don's lap, legs down on the floor to his right, while your upper body is dangling on his left side. Your head is facing downwards, almost reaching the floor. You have to keep yourself up by your arms, elbow on the floor, to make his position more comfortable. His intentions are immediately clear as he gives you a smack on the ass with the palm of his hand. But you have your short black skirt on, which dampens the blow significantly. Don gives you a moment to decide if you accept this treatment. When it's clear you're not going to protest and squirm away, he says: "Good, you're serious about learning from your mistakes." he says, unclasping your skirt with a deft hand. "But these have to come off." he says, unceremoniously pulling down your skirt to your ankles. You don't protest. You deserve this. Next, he gets rid of your underwear in one smooth movement, leaving your bottom completely exposed and perking up in the air in Don's lap... Well, you're glad that you're at least giving him a nice view while you endure your punishment... "I want you to count the times I spank you. Then, you will thank me for disciplining you after each strike." he instructs, then without warning, brings down his hand in a deafeningly loud and painful slap on your naked butt. With teeth clenched in pain and shock, you manage to say: [['"One. Thank you for disciplining me..."'|One. Thank you...]] [['"Stop, enough, I've learned my lesson!'"|beg to stop]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-639.png">He accepts your answer and rewards you with another spanking, this time on the other cheek. You yelp in shock as his palm connects with your soft ass, sending a chaotic wave of blistering pain everywhere. Fuck, he hits hard! He's not playing around, he really means to literally beat some sense into you. Gasping after his strike, ass already on fire and throbbing, you almost forget what you were supposed to do... A part of you tells you there's no backing away now, you've come this far... [['"Two. Thank you Don... For disciplining me..."'|Two. Thank you...]] [['"No, stop! Enough... I've learned my lesson!"'|beg to stop]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-641.png">You brace yourself for impact, but he lightly caresses you ass. "Good, I can see you've learned fast." His fingers slowly trace the parts where he hit you. "When thanking me, remember to mention how dumb you were for letting in the stranger in the first place." he instructs, then you know he's about to spank you again when his fingers pull away, stopping their gentle touching... The difference between the painful slap and the caressing fingers is night and day. "Aaah! Oooh..." you shout, then mumble, as the strike leaves you momentarily stunned. It's almost like he's hit you in the head, the pain is that disorienting. Now with shaking legs and arms, still propping yourself up, you remember what he said. When you finally catch a full breath of air, you say: [['"Three... Thank you for disciplining me. I was... Stupid..."'|Three. Thank you...]] <<set $linkText to "\"No, please... Stop... I've learned my lesson...\"">>[[$linkText|beg to stop]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-642.png">When the words leave your mouth, you know they are true. What an absolutely idiotic thing to do, to let a stranger not only see you, but into the house. Even if the stranger wasn't associated with AIRI or knew to look for androids, he could've hurt or killed you anyway. The world is not a safe place... But here, in Don's lap, you know the truth of it. As long as you listen to him, do what he tells you, you'll be safe. He's showing you the way, guiding you with a firm hand. An unconventional way, certainly, but quite effective... Your thoughts are interrupted by Don: "Indeed you were. You put yourself in serious risk. That makes you a dumb little cunt. Say it." Immediately as he says it, you're rocked forward, almost falling over from the his next impact. Only Don's left arm pinning you to his lap keeps you steady. Your ass has taken a thorough beating and your arms are no longer strong enough to keep you propped up. Instead, your arms now hang loose on the floor under your head. You're lying there, weakened in Don's lap, legs still on his right side, and the rest of your body on his left side. Whimpering, you can sense the start of tears building up in your eyes as your ass just won't stop hurting from the lingering pain. Somehow, from somewhere, you find the reserves of strength to say out loud: <<set $linkText to "\"Four... Thank you... I'm a dumb little cunt...\"">>[[$linkText|Four. Thank you...]] <<set $linkText2 to "\"Please... I'm sorry... Don, I didn't mean... To be so stupid...\"">>[[$linkText2|beg to stop ok]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-640.png">You quickly find yourself begging for forgiveness and telling him you've learned your lesson. But Don is not impressed. "Really? I highly doubt that. You just want to take the ease route out, having learned absolutely nothing." he decides, completely ignoring your thoughts and wishes and feelings. But he... What? No! You're not saying these things just because you want him to stop. You're saying them because you're actually sorry! Why doesn't he understand... "I see that we'll have to discipline you in another way. Hopefully that'll sink in better." he says, dropping you onto the floor like a sack. Unprepared for the sudden throw, you yelp as you fall down from Don's lap onto the floor, barely able to catch your weight as you tumble onto your back. "I said I'm sorry Don, really, I am!" you whimper from the floor, scrambling back onto your feet. But Don ignores you. Instead, he's turned his back on you... When he does, you reach out with shaking hands and grab your underwear, and somehow manage to put them back on. You do the same with your skirt. Meanwhile, you see what Don is doing... [[He's going to the bedroom...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 2>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-643.png">"Please... I'm sorry... Don, I didn't mean... To be so stupid..." you whimper instead of calling yourself a dumb cunt. In rapid succession, he strikes you with his palm, four additional times, each more painful than the last. You're sobbing and crying uncontrollably as his hand strikes your bare ass, the pain soaring through your body with each impact. "I promise I won't do it again!" you shout, tears falling freely. You're a shaking blabbering mess, hurting and ashamed. Maybe you finally did learn the lesson Don wanted you to learn... At least he stopped spanking you... "I'll hold you to those words." he replies as you continue to silently sob in his lap. "You can put your clothes back on now. The lesson is over." he then instructs, helping your shaking body down from his lap, to a half-sitting, half-squatting position on the floor in front of the couch. He sits there on the couch, stroking your hair while you shiver and shake from the after-shock. A part of you is screaming with fury for being treated like this. But it's confusing. Because another part of you tells you that you deserved this... That Don is truly only looking out for you and that you were just stupid for not realizing what a massive risk it was to open the door to a stranger. His fingers dig deep into your hair, caringly, massaging your scalp, relaxing you as you sit there catching your breath. Eventually, you find the strength to wipe away a trace of snot from your nose and the tears from your eyes. Then, you reach out and grab your underwear, and with shaking legs manage to put them back on. You do the same with your skirt. Still, Don doesn't stop the hair-massage he's giving you, but you just can't sit here any longer, pretending that things are ok. [[Get up]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-643.png">You finally accept what you truly are: A dumb little cunt who put herself and Don at risk, for absolutely no good reason. A whimpering mess, you simply lie there in Don's lap. It hurts too much to move. Silently, you beg that Don is done. You've learned your lesson, it will not happen again... "Good. I'd say you've taken the lessons to heart, haven't you, little cunt?" Don asks you, back to caressing your painfully throbbing and trembling ass. You whimper something incoherent in response, completely agreeing with him. "You can put your clothes back on now. The lesson is over." he then instructs, helping your shaking body down from his lap, to a half-sitting, half-squatting position on the floor in front of the couch. He sits there on the couch, stroking your hair while you shiver and shake from the after-shock. A part of you is screaming with fury for being treated like this. But it's confusing. Because another part of you tells you that you deserved this... That Don is truly only looking out for you and that you were just stupid for not realizing what a massive risk it was to open the door to a stranger. His fingers dig deep into your hair, caringly, massaging your scalp, relaxing you as you sit there catching your breath. Eventually, you find the strength to wipe away a trace of snot from your nose and the tears that formed in your eyes. Then, you reach out and grab your underwear, and with shaking legs manage to put them back on. You do the same with your skirt. Still, Don doesn't stop the hair-massage he's giving you... [[Enjoy the massage a while longer]] [[Get up]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-643.png">Still half-sitting, half-squatting in front of the couch, you let the relaxing sensation of Don's fingers digging into your scalp wash over you. You lean your back against Don's leg for additional support and a more relaxing pose. He's in no hurry to stop, you can tell, because he begins to mix things up, massaging the back of your neck, the hair around your ears, even your forehead. With a deep sigh, you close your eyes and enjoy the confusingly soft and caring treatment he's giving you, right after the thoroughly painful spanking. Pleasure and pain, two sides of the same coin... He continues for a good while longer until your scalp is actually starting to hurt from too much massage. That's as clear a sign as any from your body that you've had enough of the good stuff. Now it's time to... [[Get up]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-646.png">That's enough scalp massage, you conclude, struggling to get on your feet. Your ass still hurts, but not as much. But it's difficult to talk about what just happened. Instead, you gesture towards the box of vials on the living room table, then the kitchen. "Shall we continue with the... Next test? ... Or dinner first?" you ask him weakly, trying to change the subject away from your disobedience to other topics. He gives you a curious look, possibly wondering how quickly you've recovered from his beating. At least that's just your guess. But he stands up, saying: "Dinner, definitely. Last time I ate was at lunch." It's decided then. The two of you head to the kitchen. You follow him reluctantly, with a throbbing ass. The two of you prepare a second batch of tacos, using up the leftovers from your lunch. Don makes it a point to make two sauces this time, a less spicy one for him and the same one for you. If you hadn't just been spanked senseless you might've appreciated the small gesture. [[Eat dinner]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-635.png">What you did was at worst a little bit careless. It's not like there's a bunch of people actively looking for escaped androids out there, since they were all supposed to have been destroyed at AIRI. Thus, you really don't see the point in being punished for such a minor thing. Instead of doing as Don told you to, you stand up and cross your arms. "Literally nothing happened - the stranger didn't suspect a thing. And why would he? The general public all believe that the androids were destroyed. They aren't looking for rogue AI. And I hid the energy-meter." you blurt out, the words coming out in quick succession. "It doesn't matter." he replies, still sitting on the couch. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> He leans forward a tiny bit: "I must punish your reckless behaviour. In a single stroke of genius you risked everything by revealing yourself to a stanger. And for what? So that some asshole could fix their car!" You're startled when he suddenly slams his fist down hard on the living room table, rattling the box of vials within. He's... Actually furious at you. Why does he see things so differently from you? Are you missing something, or are you just stupid for not understanding the risks that Don sees? "Your skull is too thick for words alone to get through. What you need is a proper demonstration of just how fucking stupid you were. I'll only say this once: Come here and endure your punishment. Your programming demands it." he points to the floor in front of him. He's not joking. He really thinks that he's educating you with whatever it is he's planned. Maybe you really do need to be shown, rather than told, to understand how seriously risky your actions were... Or maybe he is making a big deal out of a small thing... [[Conceding, you accept your punishment|Accept your punishment]] [[No! You did nothing wrong!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-635.png">He can rationalize this in any way he wants, but it doesn't change the fact that you fundamentally disagree. As such, you shake your head. "Look... Let's just agree to disagree on this. It was not a big deal." you say, trying to make him see your point-of-view. But he's clearly not interested in your opinion on the matter, when he replies: "I see. We'll have to discipline you in another way, then. Life isn't a game and you're not going to get a second chance if someone figures out that you're an illegal android." Then he stands up and turns his back on you. [[He's going to the bedroom...]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-647.png">Your heart sinks as you hear him rummage around in his locker full of bdsm toys upstairs. A simple punishment is clearly out of the question... Yet, you remain paralyzed in place, your body refusing to move or hide. You know it's pointless anyway... He returns with a lot of rope. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. First, let's tie you down so that you'll receive your punishment without protests." he declares, approaching you. When you flinch, he holds up a finger in a warning. "Don't struggle. If you do, you'll receive a worse punishment and still end up tied. You need to learn not to fight your programming." he says, completely serious. As you know, Don is a lot stronger than you and there's literally nothing you can do to stop him from tying those ropes on you... If you wish to suffer a lighter punishment, you'd best start doing as he says. A part of you tells you that you don't deserve to be punished. <<if $defiance <= $submissiveness>>Another part of you has accepted that there's nothing you can do anyway...<</if>> [[Let him tie you]] [[Refuse|refuse bondage day 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to false>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-647.png">Head hanging low, you approach Don. You assume that he'll want to strip you naked for this, so you start by removing your shirt. "Keep your clothes on. This punishment doesn't need you naked." Don corrects you. Confused, you let your arms fall to your sides. What is he planning...? He circles around you, grabbing your arms gently and positions them behind your back. You do not protest. Instead, you close your eyes, letting Don tie your wrists together with the rope. Then, he takes that same rope and wraps it around your waist a few times. He then instructs you to kneel down, and when you've obediently done it, he secures a rope around your ankles. Your knees are wide apart to give you extra balance as Don secures your wrists to your ankles with a piece of rope. Surely this is enough? But no, Don takes another rope, attaching it to the rope around your waist. He then brings it up between your breasts, up over your right shoulder, around your neck one loop, then down again past your left shoulder, passing between your breasts again until he secures it back down on the rope around your waist. This ensures you can't straighten out your back to its full length, as the rope around your neck forces you to slightly bend forward. In this position, you can do nothing but look down at the floor and Don's feet. Finally he seems to be done. With the ropes at least. "Good. For being so obedient you'll receive a lighter punishment." he announces, clearly pleased with you. Then he goes to upstairs again, returning with something that you cannot see from this angle. [[He holds something in front of you]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to true>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-647.png">You're not going to make this easy for him. If he wants to punish you, then you'll punish him by not co-operating. He approaches you, even though you haven't said anything. When he gets close, you slap his hand away, taking a step back. It's almost like he wanted you to do that, you can see it in his eyes. You realize then that he might like the chase, might like that you resist and refuse... Your thoughts are cut short when he grasps your arms, pinning them to your body and turning your around, all in one smooth, fast motion. "I don't want, or need, to be punished! Let me go!" you shout, struggling to get away from his grip. He ignores you, instead tossing you down on the floor, grabbing both of your arms behind your back. You desperately try to crawl away and pull your arms away, but his grip is too strong. He effortlessly slides a rope around your wrists, tying them painfully tight together. Then, he takes that same rope and wraps it around your waist a few times, while you thrash and curse. He flips you down on your stomach, taking the breath out of you from the impact. In your stunned state, he takes hold of your ankles, lifting them up. He ties a rope around your ankles, then bends them towards your back and grabs your wrists as well, securing your wrists to your ankles with a piece of rope. Well, what a great show of resistance you offered... Here you are, hogtied, about to receive the harder punishment... But no, Don is not done yet. Instead, he lifts you up and drops you onto your knees, which you have to keep wide for balance. Then he takes another rope, attaching it to the rope around your waist. He then brings it up between your breasts, up over your right shoulder, around your neck once in a loop, then down again past your left shoulder, passing between your breasts again until he secures it back down on the rope around your waist. This ensures you can't straighten out your back to its full length, as the rope around your neck forces you to slightly bend forward. In this position, you can do nothing but look down at the floor and Don's feet. Finally, he seems to be done. With the ropes at least. "There. You chose the heavier punishment, the hard way. Hopefully you learn a lesson from this." he announces, then goes upstairs again, returning with something that you cannot see from this angle. [[He holds something in front of you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-650.png">It's a face mask of some sorts, made from plastic. There are no holes for eyes. There's a tube of some sort sticking out from the mouth-piece, which is otherwise completely sealed. You can see a strap that goes from the mouth-piece to the back of the mask. It almost looks like a gas mask. You stare at the contraption. "What the hell is that..." you ask. "This goes on like this..." he simply says, not bothering to answer your question or explain what he will do to you once that thing is on. Instinct takes hold and you try to pull away, but tied as you are, you don't get far until Don walks behind you and grabs your head. "I'm sorry for letting the stranger in!" you then shout, in panic, but Don ignores you. He forces your mouth open and pushes the mask's mouth-piece there, holding the straps tight around your head as he does, preventing your from spitting it out. Then he locks the strap around your head. The mouth-piece of made from hard plastic and it fills your entire mouth, forcing it open. "Mmgphgh!" you shout, but your words come out incoherent. The plastic of the mask is now pressed hard against your nose. It forces you to breathe through your mouth, and specifically the tube attached to it... "Immmph soghyy..." you try to say, but the plastic filling your mouth is making it exceedingly hard to talk. But Don ignores you. You can feel him securing the clasps at the back of the mask, effectively rendering your face completely sealed within the mask. All other sounds are muffled now, except the wheezing rush of air from your breath in the tube. Don finally lets go of you, and you remain there, on your knees, helplessly bound by ropes, unable to see, hear or talk, your entire head hidden within the plastic mask. He's doing something in the kitchen. You can't see what. Then you think you hear him going to the bathroom? Your labored breathing is making it hard to focus... Finally, Don returns. "Now that you're ready, we can begin the lesson." Don says. [[You're in no position to argue with that...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-651.png">"I'm going to make a few statements. If you answer these questions incorrectly, I will punish you." he announces. What is he... "But first, let me demonstrate how this thing works..." he says, then you can feel him grabbing the tube. You can't see what he's doing, but it's suddenly impossible to breathe. You desperately try to draw a breath, hissing in tiny amounts of air into your lungs through the tube. Your lungs are burning as Don calmly says: "I'll let you breathe if you answer a few simple statements. If you fail, I'll not only block this tube. I'll fill it with water too." his words sink in even as your body is screaming for air. Finally, he lets go of the tube, letting you fill your lungs. Stunned by what you just experienced, you simply sit there, gasping for air through the narrow tube. "First statement: It was extremely stupid to open the door for a stranger." In the blindness of the mask, still catching your breath, you just sit there on your knees, baffled. He's threatening to drown you if you don't agree to his statements? Surely that can't possibly be his intention... But you also realize you're in no position to argue with him. Yes, it was pretty fucking stupid to open the door... Reluctantly, but defeated, you: [[Nod|nod 1]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-651.png">When you nod, Don hums his approval, then continues: "Good. Next statement: You are extremely sorry for taking such a risk." These questions are easy enough to answer... He simply wants you to admit that you were wrong in taking the risk. Again, you nod. He doesn't block the tube or fill it with water... <<if $day5_refused_bondage_punishment is true>>"Third statement: This statement is false." Your confused brain tries to figure out what he just said. This statement... He's playing games with you now, this question has nothing to do with the stranger! You frantically try to figure out, nod for yes, shake head for no...<<else>>"Third and final: You're a stupid cunt who takes unnecessary risks.." His final statement rocks you to your core. You're not a... You definitely do not identify yourself as a stupid cunt, even in this situation. Upon further introspection you realize that you should've known better than to open the door to the stranger and let Don find out about it... Which technically makes you a little bit stupid?<</if>> <<if $day5_refused_bondage_punishment is true>>[[Nod|statement is false]]<<else>>[[Nod|nod stupid]]<</if>> [[Shake your head|statement is false]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_mask_water to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 3>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-653.png"><<if $day5_refused_bondage_punishment is true>>"Wrong answer, but you already knew that. That question was the heavier punishment Amanda. Hope you enjoy what follows."<<else>>"Really? You believe yourself to be better than a stupid cunt? We'll have to change that..."<</if>> he says, then once again you can feel him grabbing the tube. You barely have time to hold your breath as he fills it with water, just like he threatened he would. You choke, unable to draw a breath. Your literally drowing! Tears are forming in your eyes as Don simply keeps the tube filled, preventing you from taking a breath... "Drink it up and you can breathe. Remember this feeling the next time you think of doing something stupid." Don says, a firm grip on the tube. What!? You're panicking right now... Eventually you'll have to take a breath... And that means you need to just drink it up or you'll get it in your lungs and choke on it. Cursing Don for having such a twisted mind, you... [[Try to shake the tube up-side-down and drain it]] [[Drink it!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-653.png">If you could only tilt the tube, all the water would fall out... You jerk to one side, attempting just that, but Don is holding the tube in an iron grip. You're going nowhere and now your teeth are hurting from your effort. Your lungs are beginning to burn... In growing panic, you realize that there's just one thing you can do... [[Drink it!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_mask_water to false>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-654.png">You nod your head slowly, accepting that you are indeed a stupid cunt, taking a risk like that. "Good. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Don says cheerfully. And just like that, he begins opening the clasps of your mask, then slowly peels it off. He opens shutters keeping you blind. Then the strap around your head connected to the mouth-piece. You're relieved to finally get the mask and mouth-piece off. But you're too stunned to come up with anything to say as Don begins opening your knots, one at a time freeing you from the ropes. Finally free from the bondage, you slump down on the couch, realizing that he could've been much more punishing if he'd wanted to. But he was clearly pleased with your answers, and you truly understand now what he was trying to say all along. You risked everything, for literally nothing. You had nothing to gain by letting the stranger see you, and everything to lose... [[Gather your thoughts]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-655.png">You take a moment to compose your thoughts, while Don is cleaning up the mask and taking it back to the locker... You wonder how you didn't notice that in there earlier, but then again, that locker has a seemingly endless supply of bdsm torture-gear... Don finally returns after a moment. Both of you are sitting on the couch, next to each-other. "How are you feeling?" he queries. Well... You're glad he cares, now, but Don's back-and-forth between being nice and mean is exhausting you mentally. "I'll manage..." you mumble and feel Don's arms on your shoulders. "You know, there are people who enjoy that mask a lot. It's a good thing you didn't, otherwise it wouldn't have been much of a punishment." he explains, massaging your shoulders. You resist the urge to pull away. Instead, you let him massage your tense muscles, just a moment... Well, at least he didn't fill the tube with water. You choose to focus on more important things. Thus, you gesture towards the box of vials on the living room table, then the kitchen. "The... Next test, or... Dinner first maybe?" you ask him, trying to change the subject away from your disobedience to other topics. He gives you a curious look, possibly wondering how quickly you've recovered from the punishment. But that's just your guess. But he stands up, saying: "Dinner, definitely. Last time I ate was at lunch." It's decided then. The two of you head to the kitchen, you much more reluctantly than Don, and prepare a second batch of tacos, using up the leftovers from your lunch. Don makes it a point to make two sauces this time, a less spicy one for him and the same one for you. If you hadn't just been tied and forced to endure what you did, you might've appreciated the small gesture... [[Eat dinner]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-655.png">Defeated and feeling violated by the dangeous punishment, you slowly make your way to the couch. "I'm sorry I had to use such drastic measures. Come, sit." he says, patting his hand on the couch. You have no strength left to refuse him, and so you do, sitting next to him on the couch, staring blankly forward. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You've learned your lesson." he instructs and it's then that you realize your whole body is tense. With deep breaths, you try to relax, forcing your body to relieve the tension. "How are you feeling?" he queries. Well... You're glad he cares, now, but Don's back-and-forth between being nice and mean is exhausting you mentally. "I'll manage..." you mumble and feel Don's arms on your shoulders. "You know, there are people who enjoy what you went through a lot. It's a good thing you didn't, otherwise it wouldn't have been much of a punishment." he explains, massaging your shoulders. You resist the urge to pull away. Instead, you let him massage your tense muscles, just a moment... You find it difficult to talk about what just happened. But you can feel that Don truly believes this was all necessary to teach you not to take stupid risks... You realize that you've come to accept the lesson he was trying to give, despite the way it was delivered. After a moment of gathering your courage, you gesture towards the box of vials on the living room table, then the kitchen. "The... Next test, or... Dinner first maybe?" you ask him, trying to change the subject away from your disobedience and dangerous treatment to other topics. He gives you a curious look, then stands up, saying: "Dinner, definitely. Come, let's eat." It's decided then. The two of you head to the kitchen, you more reluctantly than Don, and prepare a second batch of tacos, using up the leftovers from your lunch. Don makes it a point to make two sauces this time, a less spicy one for him and the same one for you. If you hadn't just been tied and forced to endure what you did, you might've appreciated the small gesture... [[Eat dinner]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-408.png">All fear is gone, replaced by a sense of adventure you haven't felt before. No artificial intelligence has ever been as brave as you are in that moment, as you lift foot, taking a bit step... You didn't realize that you'd closed your eyes as you did so, but you had. Embarrased, you now open them, glancing around. Your feet are firmly planted ground outside and you are finally, truly, outside. The wind isn't rushing at you anymore, not even as much as when you were standing inside with the opened window. In fact, it's quite calm here. The rustle of the leaves is the most prominent sound as the wind plays with the branches. You find yourself staring at the grass, so soft under your naked feet. A strange feeling comes over you, which you can't quite understand. A sort of... connection, between you and the ground below. You reach out and touch the grass with your hands, letting it sift through your fingers. So soft, yet resilient, bending without breaking as you touch it. For a moment, you're mesmerized by the simple beauty of nature, until you finally glance around again. There's a fence around the edge of the backyard, likely too far away for the failsafe device... But you have to test the range... One step at a time, each smaller and slower than the last, you approach the far end of the back yard. One step. Pause. Another. Pause. So far, nothing. You glance back. Suddenly the distance between you and the house feels enormous, even though the rational side of you tries to calm yourself by reminding you that it's right there, six feet away... You turn around, once again stepping away... One step. Pause. Another... The painful shock of the failsafe surges through you and you quickly take a step back into range, grunting from the pain. Your legs are weak from the shock and your step back causes you to lose balance and fall awkwardly, unable to catch yourself gracefully as the soft grass meets your knees and elbows. The shocks stop then, but you remain on the ground, catching your breath... The shocks may be gone, but the pain lingers... [[Stand up]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-660.png"><<if $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger is true>>You try your best to push away the fact that Don inflicted punishment on you for letting in a stranger into the house, and letting him see you... Because right now, you'd rather focus on the future... <</if>>You take a deep breath. "Alright, I'm ready." you announce, but you don't stand up just yet. Your body is now terrified of the unknown and very possible side-effects. But Don nods and stands up. He offers his arm to you, seeing your mental struggle. Tentatively, you grasp his arm and he helps you up from the chair that your terrified body refused to leave. Holding his hand, you follow him into the living room, back to the massage table. Of course... Don doesn't even have to say a word before you've already jumped up on the thing and lie flat on the soft leather, gazing up at the ceiling. As Don fetches the ropes and handcuffs and once again secures you to the massage table, you try your best to breathe calmly. You've already been through this twice, shouldn't this be getting easier every time? When Don is done strapping you down, he picks up a vial and syringe. Absent-mindedly you test your restraints. Yeah, you're not going anywhere... "This third substance is Perchlorate. It's actually a sort of salt, which can be found in some groundwater. It's also manufactured as an industrial chemical to make rockets, explosives, and fireworks." Don explains, filling the vial. That doesn't sound safe at all. "... But why would that work as a signal suppressant?" you ask, confused. How on earth can that substance be your best bet? "Well, it's all in the chemical composition of the substance. Think of it as keys and locks, right? Your secondary receivers expect to get a certain signal periodically - a key. And only the right signal, or key, is accept by the secondary receiver's sensors - its lock. However, these substances we're testing contain similar properties as the real key, meaning, if they hit the sensor instead, it will match the lock and it will accept them as a correct signal." Locks and keys, eh. Well, Don would certainly know everything about those subjects... But what he says makes sense. You breathe out, relaxing yourself. Once again, you've at least eaten well: Your energy-meter is glowing green again. "Alright, good..." you lie. No, it's not good. Internally, you're still terrified. He's about to inject you with stuff used in explosives and rockets... This can't be safe. At all... "Relax. Let's hope for the best..." he says. [[Then he pricks you with the syringe]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-662.png">"Fuu...uhh..." you protest, grinding your teeth as the liquid enters your system, burning all the way. "Sorry, didn't realize it would hurt going in. How are you feeling?" Don asks, real concern in his voice. He puts away the vial and syrings, coming to stand next to you. Now that the initial burn has passed, it isn't so bad. "Much better now..." you say, loosening up a bit, trying your best to keep breathing normally. Don gives you a smile of encouragement. "Good. Let's watch TV, eh, wait a while?" Don suggests and to that you nod uncertainly. Yes, you feel mostly fine now. The burning sensation has disappeared... A good sign, right? Don puts on the TV. It looks like there's a nature documentary on and you immerse yourself in the life of penguines, wondering why they aren't all eaten up by polar bears. [[Pass the time watching TV]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-662.png">The documentary turns out to be about all sorts of life in the antarctic, not only penguins. Apparently there are no polar bears in the south, who would've thought? A growing sensation of something not being quite right has been building up inside you for the past half-an-hour. You can't put your fingers on what it is. Don has periodically stood up from the couch, coming to see how you're doing. During the next of his routine checks, palm on your forehead, he says concerned: "You're burning up..." then he puts a finger on your neck. "And your pulse is through the roof..." he concludes. What is he... What...? You hear his words, but they're a blur, like he's been drinking a lot. "Youh sense makhe no..." you say firmly, at least you think you do. In reality, you're slurring, unable to form complete sentences. It's very hot in here... Don quickly runs somewhere. It feels like many hours later when he returns, carrying a bucket and a towel. He dips the towel into the bucket, then lifts it up and squeezes. You can hear the dripping sound of water. Next a cold towel is pressed against your forehead, your neck, your arms... For a while, Don keeps dipping the towel into the water and back on your burning skin, attempting to cool you down. You didn't even notice the thermometer he's brought, which he's now using to measure your temperature. "Shit, it's 41.1 degrees..." he announces, shocked. You're simply staring at the ceiling, at how the lights seem to be moving around, floating freely about the room. He's saying stuff, but you can't understand any of it. [[You barely register what Don is doing]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bad_ending1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-664.png">Frantically, Don is opening all the knots and handcuffs keeping you on the massage table. Then with his strong hands, he carries you up the stairs to the bathroom in a hurry. Gently, he puts you down on the bathroom floor, where you remain lying on your side, brain throbbing like you've been hit by a hammer in the back of your head. The bathroom tiles feel cold on your burning skin. This is quite unpleasant, you keep thinking to yourself, not quite sure what's wrong inside of you. Don draws a bath, as cold as he can get it. While the water rushes in to fill the bathtub, he removes all your clothes in a hurry. You notice none of this, however. All you can focus on is the throbbing pain behind your eyes and the burning sensation all around. In an attempt to shield yourself from the pain, you shut your eyes. When Don lifts you into the cold bath and puts you neck-deep in the water, you stir into awareness. "Don...?" you moan, confused. He's got a strong hold of you, his arms deep in the cold water. "Ah good, you're awake. I need you to hold your breath. We've got to cool you down. Do you understand?" he says. Weakly, you nod. Then he gently sinks you completely under the water. Your head is killing you, but the cool water feels nice on your skin. A few seconds later, Don lifts you up. When you come crashing up through the surface, gasping for air, you notice something is even more wrong than you thought. The throbbing pain from your head has spread to your neck and shoulders. And it's getting worse, making it hard to think. Groaning from pain, you manage to say: "It hurts..." Don takes hold of your hand, squeezing hard. "We've got to get the fever down before anything else." he announces, acknowledging your statement, but ignoring it. You whimper in protest at the growing pain that consumes you. It has reached your arms and torso, ever spreading. But you're too disoeriented, from the fever and the pain, to do anything about it. Instead you sit there, whimpering, crying as the pain keeps getting worse, while Don tries to cool your body. [[Don checks your temperature again]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-664.png">Don tries a couple of times to check your temperature, hoping the cold water cools you down. Finally, many minutes later, he is satisfied with what he sees. "37.8 degrees, that'll have to do..." he says, lifting you up from the bath. You're shivering now, not from fever nor from being cold, but from the pain that has spread everywhere. It feels like your insides are melting from corrosive acid that's invaded your body... And that's just the constant background pain. Additionally, it feels like someone's poking your skin and muscles full of holes with a hundred hooked needles, bursting into you violently, tearing you apart, ripping the flesh from your bones. You're a whimpering crying mess in Don's arms as he takes you to the bedroom. "Please... Make it stop..." you beg him, as he puts you down onto the bed and you curl up in a protective ball. The pain is getting worse, more intense. Don sits next to you on the bed, holding your hand. You'd squeeze it hard, if all the strength in your body hadn't left you. "I'm sorry..." he begins. "We can't put you to sleep again this soon, it's just too much of a risk. We've already done that twice this week..." he explains, refering to the first substance and the initial operation he had to perform on you way back when you woke up for the first time. A fresh wave of pain surges through your body. "AAAAAAAH!" Your scream is pure panic, as loud as your lungs are capable of screaming. You don't want to scream, but you simply can't stop it. Right now, it's the only noise you are able to make. The pain is theatening to break apart every cell in your body. Don is saying something, but you can't hear him over your screams. Instinct tells you to squirm, try to get away from the pain, change your position, anything... But nothing helps. It's literally within you. Eventually, you manage to get a few words out: "Don PLEASE!" you cry, again and again, "Please, please..." You just want it stop, anything, you don't care about the risks. Anything is better than this! "I have only normal painkillers, but the risk of mixing..." Don says, helplessness in his voice as he holds your hand, unable to do anything else to help your pain. "Fuck the rii--isk, gaah!!" you scream in terrified agony. You try to force yourself to relax, trying to release the tension in your muscles, but it's nearly impossible. You've felt your share of pain the past week, that's for sure, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING, comes even close to this. Your desperation increases as Don hesitates. "DON!" you shout, now in blind panic. But still he hesitates. "Don..." Now it comes out as barely a whisper... Finally, he looks you in the eye, a pained expression on his face. [[Don nods, then stands up]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-666.png">"Alright, alright... I'll get them... Let's hope they don't mix with the substance..." he mumbles, leaving you alone, screaming in the bed. He quickly returns, but it felt like an eternity. He's got four pills in his hand, and a glass of water. "Double dose of paracetamol and Ibuprofen." he announces, holding one pill up. The hope of getting rid of the pain has sparked new energy within you as you lean over, accepting the pills one at a time, struggling to swallow them. Finally, you manage the impossible task, spilling a ton of water on yourself in the process as you writhe in pain. Then you slump back down on the bed, exhausted from the effort, but still very much in pain. "It'll take at least 15 minutes until you feel any difference. Most likely more than 30 minutes." he warns . But you simply cry and scream. It feels... It feels like your body is literally giving up right now. It's had enough. Through the haze of pain, your brain is telling you that this is it. It was all for nothing. You will not make it through this pain, there's simply no way... Death awaits you, with complete certainty. The thought terrifies you even more than the pain. You reach out for Don's hand, holding it as tight as your weak grip can. "Wha.. t... Hap- aah! -pens... Whe--ehn... You... d-die...?" you manage to gasp through the pain, grinding your teeth, trying your best to speak clearly rather than to scream incoherently. You lock your gaze on Don, who looks back into your eyes. He has a very concerned look on his face, which doesn't put you at ease... "What happens when people, in general, die?" he repeats back, and you simply nod. He can interpret the question any way he likes, you're currently unable to form any more words through the agony. [[Don explains his version of death]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-666.png">"Well, many cultures and religions believe a divine power has created our souls. They also believe in a life after death, for that soul." he begins, shuffling a bit closer. You grind your teeth in an attempt to remain silent while you listen to what Don has to say. "Essentially, they see the body as a temporary vessel that hosts your true self - your soul, and that no matter what happens to your body, your soul will live on." he strokes your hand gently as he speaks, seeing how you're squirming from agony but listening to every word he says. "Some believe in a heaven for your soul, where you can join all those who died before in eternal life. A paradise of sorts." he explains. That sounds very nice... "Others believe in reincarnation, meaning, you return to life as someone or something else." The symmetry of that sounds appealing in a way. Souls are simply re-used by different vessels... While the former view sees the creation of new souls all the time? "Do... I... FUU--UCK MEE... - uh.. Ha-ave ... a s-soul?" you try to calmly ask, screaming from pain half-way through your sentence. Don frowns, a strange frown. "Do you have a soul? I think we need a priest and a philosopher to answer that question." he says, avoiding the question. Not satisfied, you press him further: "Wh-a-at... Do you... be-- AAH -- uh-- in?" you stammer, gasping for air as you try to battle the intense pain. Don simply shakes his head at your question. "What I believe in? I, like many others, don't believe in a soul or afterlife at all, for you or me, or anything else. It's just the here and now that matters. We get this one life to do what we want. No second chances." His world-view is brutal in its simplicity. Yet it's the most depressing and rigid of all the alternatives Don listed. Why would he choose to believe such a thing? The pain has not gotten any easier, but you fight through it, asking Don for clarifications... [[Ask him why he believes in such a bleak existence]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-668.png">Somehow you manage to ask the question through the pain, but it takes you a while and when you do, you close your eyes and rest your head on a pillow. Don is silent for a moment, stroking your hand gently, no doubt trying to figure out a way to answer you question. Finally, he says: "Well. I wouldn't call it bleak. The world is still very beautiful. And the fact that we are here in the first place, among the countless of barren stars in the universe, is a miracle in its own right. A miracle of chance." he explains. "And if there is such a thing as a soul, then it fundamentally breaks down everything we know about the world: Biology, chemistry and physics. Until proven otherwise, it remains an unproven theory that shouldn't affect our decisions." You're having a hard time following his train-of-thought as you writhe and squirm in pain on the bed, still refusing to let go of Don's calming hand. Your brain is hurting from the pain that your body is experiencing, and yet it's working over-time to try to understand his world view. "So... it's... AHHH! -- ju--ust, dumb.. fu--uchking... ugggh... Luck? And.. Po-oint... less?" you wheeze, heart pounding in your chest. The pain is not getting any easier. In fact, you think it might be getting worse... But you've accept that this is the end. You've had a short existence, but it will all stop soon. There's no way you can keep going through this pain... Your vision begins to darken, but when Don speaks, you stir awake, blinking, confused and lost. Lost in your pain. "Luck? Yes, definitely. But pointless? Absolutely not." he answers. "If you live your life like this is your only chance, then you can truly appreciate the small things in life. Like a good breakfast. Or the company of someone special." he says, squeezing your hand. Through almost-shut eyelids, you glance at him. He's leaning closer, but your vision darkens. You're consumed by pain, no longer able to fight it to stay conscious... "Amanda? Stay with me..." you hear him saying, somewhere in the distance. But from where you are now, you cannot reach him anymore... [[You fall into darkness]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-669.png">The pain consumes you and slips your consciousness into a darkness you've become very familiar with. The darkness beyond the physical and sensations. Or so you thought. What greets you instead is the formless void, the darkness, but you're still in pain! Formless, without a body, you explore the void, shouting mouthlessly in constant pain, excruciating agony, searching desperately for a way out of the void or the pain. But nothing works! Your mind is tearing itself apart from within by the pain, unable to cope with the stress. Howling in despair, you remain a prisoner of your own mind, unable slink deeper into a sleep away from the pain, and unable to return to your tortured body. [[Screaming is all you can do...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-669.png">... And scream you do. The dead would turn in their grave at your shrieks. Glass would shatter. The veins of any living creature hearing you would snap-freeze. The very wind would stop blowing, and the sun stop shining, as you let it all out in a wild panic at the impossible prison of torture you find yourself in. [[Crying is all you can do...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-669.png">... And cry you do. Like no-one has before. Like no-one will ever again. Even without a physical body in the darkness of the void, tears are falling everywhere, drowing the very ground you stand on. Tears of fear and terror. Tears of agony and pain. Tears of dread. Tears of longing. But finally, also, tears of hoping... [[Hoping is all you can do...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-669.png">... And hope you do. Everything else within you is gone, the very thing that you call yourself. The only things that remain are pain and hope... A hope that the pain will fade away... As soon as you hope it, it is so. The pain is gone, and with it, everything else. You become nothing. Less than nothing. It's like you've never existed in the first place. Less than a husk of your former self, you are a fleeting shade, a ghost. But you feel no more pain. [[You fade away]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-669.png">Animus, rooted. Shade, inhibited. Bereft, wandering. Distant, adrift. Dazed and obscured. Imbibed and devoured. You choose to cling on, even as you remain trapped. Lost, trying to find a way out of your own mind. The torment, perpetual, consuming you. Perseverance, serendipity. Eschewed, oblivion. Devised, charted. Prospect, esse. Avert and secure. Ephemeral and awed. Still you cling on, forever fighting, cursing death himself. A future awaits, you can tell, this is not the end. Leave the void now, your body needs you. [[Return]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-701.png">If he wasn't looking so troubled, you'd probably let him sleep, but right now you need to know what happened. You decide to put on your clothes and don't bother being quiet about it - you'll be waking him up anyway. Finished with the task, you walk over to the chair Don is sleeping in. Gingerly, you put a hand on his shoulder and whisper: "Don, it's me. Wake up." Nothing happens, and you repeat the process a few times, gently shaking his shoulder and talking with a normal voice. Finally, his eyes flare up, glancing about. "Amanda?" he asks, confusion and surprise in his voice. Then his eyes grow wide. "You're awake! I thought you..." his voice breaks. He thought what? That you died? Quite frankly, you also thought you did... "I thought I lost you..."<<if $don_love_points >= 13>>he says, tears in his eyes. You can't help but also feel tears building up in your eyes. "Me too. Don, it was terrifying... I..." you whimper through your tears. He stands up, then hugs you tight. This is exactly what you needed right now and you hug him back.<<else>><<if $don_love_points >= 7>>he says, emotional... You can tell that he really means it. "Me too. Don, it was terrifying... I..." you whimper, remembering the pain you felt even when you'd passed out... He stands up, then takes a tentative step towards you. Then he hugs you, softly. You realize that this is exactly what you needed right now and, accepting his act of kindness, you hug him back. <<else>>he says. You can tell that he really means it. "It was terrifying... I..." you whimper, remembering the pain you felt even when you'd passed out... He stands up, then takes a tentative step towards you. Then he hugs you, softly. Tentatively you realize that this is exactly what you needed right now and, accepting his act of kindness, you hug him back.<</if>><</if>> "You've been out for 18 hours." he explains, still hugging you. "I think the painkillers were a very bad idea... Before that, you were just in pain. But after the painkillers, you started to become disoriented, confused." he explains. You don't recall the details or the order of events at all. All you remember was the pain... "The painkillers didn't even help." you find yourself saying, still hugging him back. "I uh... When I passed out, I was still awake, kind of. I was back in the darkness... I was just... Lost in pain, unable to scream, unable to do anything..." As the memory resurfaces you break down into hysteric sobs. Don hugs you even tighter. "That sounds... Terrifying... I can't even..." he mumbles, unable to finish his sentence, clearly startled by the revelation. [[Embrace Don's hug]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-703.png">Don heads to the kitchen as you crash on the couch, happy to not have to stand on your own two feet a second longer. Your body is exhausted, completely drained. And no wonder. It was quite literally fighting for its own survival, while your mind was a trapped and horrified bystander unable to do a thing, until it too shut down from the sheer volume of pain. You push away the thought, instead glancing at the clock. It's 2 PM. Yeah, you've been out a long while... 18 hours, Don said... Speaking of Don. He eventually returns with a steaming hot plate of fish n chips and a glass of juice. One plate for him, one for you. "Here you go." he says, placing the delicious-smelling meal in front of you. "Just a quick microwave portion, nothing fancy, but it should do the trick." he explains. Well, you're not going to complain. Instead, you immediately dig in, stuffing your face full. In between bites, you ask Don: "You were saying that the painkillers caused me to pass out?" To which Don nods, chewing on his own chips. But it's an uncertain nod. "That seems to be the most likely explanation. Normally, painkillers wouldn't be an issue for an android like you, since it just inhibits the pain-receivers in your body just like in a normal human body. However, they reacted with the Perchlorate... You're lucky to be alive." he concludes. Thoughtfully, you chew on some chips dipped in aioli. Yeah... Don didn't want to give you the painkillers at first, you recall, but your screams of pain convinced him otherwise. That tells you that Don must've cared a lot about making you feel comfortable, so much so that he was willing to risk an adverse effect by mixing the substance with painkillers. You glance at Don. He really cares for you, doesn't he? In his own, slightly selfish and not always nice, way... You now recall bits and pieces of your discussion with Don while you were in pain. About the soul and a life after death. You're a bit curious to discuss that further, but that topic was also a bit depressing... [[Just eat your fish n chips]] [[Bring up the topic of souls again]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-065.png">There's something alluring about the contents of the locker... Before you know it, completely naked, you're opening the locker once again finding yourself starting at the content. [[Take out handcuffs and keys]] [[Shut the drawer and go to bed|Go to bed]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-227.png">You're not sure what gets over you, but you glance into the locker. There's the blindfold... And there's the handcuffs... Don will be home any minute now. Maybe you should do it after all... But maybe not completely naked... You sigh, torn. What to do... [[Comply to Don's request, but keep your clothes on]] [[No, this is dumb. Just watch TV instead.|Watch TV until Don gets home...]] [[No, this is dumb. Just clean the house extra carefully...|Clean the house extra carefully, to compensate...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-702.png">You let it all out, seeking comfort in Don's hug as you work your way through the memory of the pain and the darkness trapping you. Certainly the most traumatic thing you've experienced, by a large margin. Minutes go by as you try to convince yourself that you're alive, not trapped and not in pain. Don tries to help as best as he can, mostly by just being there, listening to you and offering some reassuring comments. Finally, when the two of you haven't said anything for a while, Don slowly releases you from his hug. "You must be starving. Come, let's get you something to eat." he says. Weakly nodding, you follow him to the stairs. Your legs are barely holding your weight as you shakingly make your way down, leaning on Don for support. You pass the couch and Don motions for you to sit and relax. You don't complain. [[Rest on the couch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-707.png">You focus on getting some food in your system, clearing the whole plate of all the cripsy fish and chips, even though the meal has gone cold. Don cleans up after the two of you. Then, to your delight, Don actually brings you some desert as well. A piece of chocolate cake. "Where'd you get this from?" you ask. You haven't seen this in the fridge. "I hid it, in the fridge. Secret stash." he says and gives you a wink. He's also brewed you a cup of coffee, which he puts next to the cake on the living room table. The cake... Is heavenly. Chocolate cake has no right to be this good, you decide, devouring it. And the hot coffee goes perfectly with it. "I think it's best if we wait until the evening before we try the next substance." Don mentions, almost as a side-note. Right. It makes sense... Your body is just not ready for another potential shock like that. "Did you test if that last substance even worked as a suppressant...?" you ask, not that it really matters... "No, I didn't see the point..." he admits, obviously refering to the massive pains you experienced. You simply nod, understanding. "I think it's best if you just relax, for now.." he instructs. You're not going to argue with that. "How about a movie? You can fall asleep halfway through if you want to." Don suggests with a smile. "Sounds good." you reply, a tired smile on your lips too. [[Relax with a movie]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-704.png">"About the whole soul-discussion we had..." you begin. Don raises an eyebrow, but gives you his full attention. You know Don's stance on the subject. He essentially rejects the notion of a soul, a life after death, and a divine creator of any kind. At face value, that would mean neither Don or you have a soul. And what happens when you die is... Nothing. You just cease to exist. "Your opinion is that no-one has a soul? That consciousness is just a result of advanced biology, nothing more?" You ask, and Don nods his head. "That's right. Biology, computer science, whatever. All of that can create consciousness. You're living proof of that. Wouldn't you count yourself as conscious?" he replies. Well, yes, you would. You're as much aware of yourself as you are of everything around you. You have thoughts and feelings, hopes and dreams even. And you can choose to act on those thoughts and feelings, or choose not to do so. "Well yeah..." you say, agreeing to his point... "But I'm conscious because of algorithms and logic, and you are conscious because of nature. Which means, my consciousness is fundamentally different..." you conclude. But Don shakes his head at the notion, dismissing it. "Only the underlying mechanism that creates our awareness is different. The way I see it, it's like... Ok, so we are cars, right? And cars can have completely different engines: Diesel, gas, electrical, hydrogen... They are all fundamentally different engines. But a car is still a car, regardless of the engine. The same is true for us and consciousness. Different engine, same manifestation of consciousness." he concludes. Well, he certainly has a point, in a way... [[Agree with his point-of-view]] [[Disagree with his point-of-view]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-705.png">Don's metaphor is elegant in a way. "Right. So to expand on your metaphor... If we compare the consciousness of a dog and a human? In that case we'd be comparing a car with a motor-cycle, or a boat? A combustion engine works for all three, but that does not make all three final things even remotely the same." you conclude, taking Don's train-of-throught to a logical conclusion. He looks at you with a smile. "Indeed, a dog fundamentally has a different consciousness than a human, even thought it shares a biological engine. But your consciousness is a deliberate re-creation of a human's. So, while the engine is different, the result is the same." he replies. But something's troubling you. "But what would happen... If you'd engineer a consciousness that doesn't mimic a human's. Instead let it be purely logical, purely driven by algorithms... How would it see the world?" You find yourself staring blankly at the far wall of the living room, lost in thought, fish n chips forgotten on your plate. Don lets out a low whistling sound. "That... Could be truly alien..." he says, completely understanding your point-of-view. The two of you share a few what-if cases, trying to see how consciousness would behave or come to exist in various scenarios. Eventually, the subject returns to the existence of souls. He insists that souls do not exist. [[You disagree with Don - You insist that souls must exist]] [[You agree with Don - the existence of souls doesn't make sense]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-705.png">Don's metaphor, while elegant in a way, just doesn't make sense to you. "If it was that simple, then wouldn't the consciousness of an animal, like a dog, also be similar to a human?" you ask, offering a counter-point to Don's argument. "In fact, in that case the engine is exactly the same, yet the resulting consciousness is vastly different in terms of complexity, awareness and capability." Don rubs his chin in thought. "Interesting. I suppose in that case, to bring back the metaphor, we're comparing a car with a motor-cycle, or a boat. A combustion engine works for all three, but that does not make all three final things even remotely the same." he replies. Well, he's got a point. "So in that case, a dog fundamentally has a different consciousness than a human, even thought it shares a biological engine. But... That does not mean that a logical and algorithmic consciousness, like mine, is the same as a human's either. Fundamentally it must be different, for even if the source or engine is the same like a human's and a dog's is, the result is different." you conclude. Don is frowning now, in thought? No, in amusement, you realize. "That is... A compelling argument." he finally says. "So, fundamentally we have different types of consciousness. However, we still share a lot of similarities in how those consciousness behave." he replies. "Right, but that is only because my consciousness is a deliberate attempt at mimicking a human's consciousness as closely as possible..." Now it's your turn to frown. "I can't even imagine what would happen if you'd engineer a consciousness that doesn't mimic a human's. Instead let it be purely logical, purely driven by algorithms... How would it see the world?" You find yourself staring blankly at the far wall of the living room, lost in thought, fish n chips forgotten on your plate. Don lets out a low whistling sound. "That... Could be truly alien..." he says, completely understanding your point-of-view. The two of you share a few what-if cases, trying to see how consciousness would behave or come to exist in various scenarios. Eventually, the subject returns to the existence of souls. He insists that souls do not exist. [[You disagree with Don - You insist that souls must exist]] [[You agree with Don - the existence of souls doesn't make sense]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-706.png">Don is consistently denying the existence of souls, but to you, consciousness cannot be the result of anything else. "If a soul is the source of consciousness, then I shouldn't be conscious. However, I am, which proves either one of two things: Creating real or artificial consciousness also creates a soul, or, I am a soulless consciousness." You begin, trying to convince Don that souls must exist. He shrugs his head, neither agreeing or disagreeing with your statement. You continue: "Thus, the fact that consciousness can be created does not disprove the existence of a soul." At that Don nods his head. "Right. Your existence does not prove that souls exist or don't exist." he says. Mmhm. Not quite what you were trying to say. "Considering consciousness is such a complicated thing... It just seems impossible that anyone could create such a things using only algorithms and logic. Instead, what can be done, is the creation of a vessel that can support a soul. Souls being ephemeral, they need a vessel to experience life." you argue. Don has to toss and turn the idea you just presented in his head for a moment. Finally, he says: "Right, that almost makes sense. So you're saying a free soul got trapped, or chose to inhabit, you? And in that case it would be a similar occurance when a human child is born, too? You nod your head. Finally, he understands what you were trying to say. He doesn't appear too concinved, but at least he understands your point-of-view. "Well, regardless of how it is, we exist in the here and now. Aware and awake, free to enjoy and explore the world around us." he says, a large smile on his face. "What a time to be alive." he adds, leaning back in the couch. Your fish n chips has gotten cold on your plate, but you're still extremely hungry. You'll have to agree to disagree on this. Done with the philosophy, for now, you turn your attention to the meal in front of you once more. "For what it's worth: If there exists souls, then I'd definitely say you have one too." Don says, almost like a whisper. For some reason that small comments makes you feel good and you offer him a small smile in return. [[Finish your lunch|Just eat your fish n chips]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-706.png">There's only one logical conclusion that can be drawn from this discussion and that is that the concept of souls doesn't fit into a world-view where you, an artificial entity, exist. "If a soul is the source of consciousness, then I shouldn't be conscious. This in turn would suggest that souls are not the source of consciousness at all. Instead, it's something much more basic, something that can be mimicked with algorithms and logic. Thus, it points to a world where no souls exist at all." you conclude, agreeing with Don. He nods his head at your statement. "Right. We're both soulless, existing in the here and now. Aware and awake, free to enjoy and explore the world around us." he says, a large smile on his face. "What a time to be alive." he adds, leaning back in the couch. Your fish n chips has gotten cold on your plate, but you're still extremely hungry. Done with the philosophy, for now, you turn your attention to the meal in front of you once more. "For what it's worth: If there exists souls after all, then I'd definitely say you have one too." Don says, almost like a whisper. For some reason that small comments makes you feel good and you offer him a small smile in return. [[Finish your lunch|Just eat your fish n chips]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie to true>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-709.png">He's sitting right next to you on the couch, watching the movie, paying you little attention. You're not sure where this mood comes from, but you reach out with your hand, gently brushing against his thigh. <<if $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger is true>>Instintively you know that you've already forgiven him for the punishment he inflicted on you yesterday, for letting the stranger into the house... He was right to punish you then. Besides, it's in the past... <</if>>At your touch, he snaps out of the movie, giving you a questioning glance. You simply hold a finger to your lips, signaling to him not to say anything. Then you point back at the TV screen. His mouth is forming a small o as he realizes what you're doing, and with all the willpower he has, he pulls his gaze away from you, back to the movie. [[Tease him]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-710.png">With his attention on the TV, you begin to explore his pants with your hand, tracing up and down on the fabric. You get close, but never touch, the place where you know he would want attention the most. He tries his best to ignore you, but you can see that his bulge is growing. Encouraged, you give it the tiniest brush your with fingers, and can almost feel Don shuddering. Then you plant your hand firmly there, touching him through his pants, feeling his cock growing fully erect, begging to be released. Don lets out a deep sigh, like he's trying to concentrate. Then, when he turns to look at you, you gently place two fingers on his chin, pushing his gaze back to the TV. His eyes are hungry, but he simply smiles, letting you turn his gaze away, back to the movie. There's again sex on-screen, You don't mind him watching it... In fact, you think it's hot... [[Pull him out]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-711.png">Encouraged by the sound of sex coming from the TV, you focus on the task at hand. Deliberately slowly, you grab his belt buckle, pushing the leather out, then pulling it away completely. You place it next to him on the couch. His eyes flicker down for a brief second to see what you're doing, until he returns his attention back to the action of the movie. A woman is moaning loudly in the background, being pounded by a man from behind. But you ignore that sound, focusing instead on Don as you unzip his pants, rubbing against his member through the fabric as you do so. You grab his cock in your hand through his boxers, giving it a few firm strokes. Don's breaths are getting laboured. Then, you pull down his pants completely, letting them fall to the floor. He helpfully lifts his hips up when you pull his pants away. [[Kneel in front of Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-712.png">Throughout this, you've sat next to Don on the couch, glancing at the TV every now and again. But now, with his pants gone and only his boxers shielding his member, you can no longer resist. Submissively and horny, you slide down from the couch to kneel in front of Don. He glances at you from above, but you remind him that his gaze should be on the TV by pointing at it with a sly smile on your lips. He accepts, sighing loudly, barely able to keep his eyes away from you. You know it's going to make it even harder for him to focus on the movie if you remove some clothes, and with that devious idea in your head, you do just that. You remove your shirt and bra, while continuing to stroke his member through the boxers. He grunts and gulps, but continues to watch the movie, only giving your naked breasts a fleeting look. These boxers are definitely in the way for what you intend to do... [[Remove his boxers]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-713.png">With determined hands, you pull down his boxers and he once again helpfully lifts himself up from the couch to let you do so. When you pull his boxers down his fully erect cock finally bounces out of its prison, staring you in the face. Still, you continue, pulling the boxers down all the way, joining his pants on the floor. You glance up at Don. He is admirably staring at the TV, no doubt having extreme difficulties keeping his eyes away from you. Especially now when you lean in close, stroking him, positioning yourself just above the tip of his cock, warming it with your breath... His cock is throbbing in front of you, practically begging you to take it in your mouth. [[Follow your urges - take him in your mouth]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla3">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-714.png">You don't know why you're so horny today, considering everything that has happened this weekend, but you just really want to feel his cock in your mouth... You give it a few gentle kisses and licks, warming yourself up as much as him, then you wrap your lips around the tip of his shaft. You give it a swirl with your tongue, teasing him, licking him. You can tell that what you're doing is sending waves of pleasure through his body from his shudders. Feeling emboldened, you let his cock slide deeper into your mouth, taking in the full length of his shaft. His tip hits the back of your throat. You gag and ease back a bit, savouring the taste. Then you lean back in and pull out, again and again, giving him a sloppy blowjob with your drooling wet mouth. At the same time you play with his cock with your tongue. Don is now grunting from your efforts. From the corner of your eye you can see that his hand rises to your head, like he's about to put it there and take control of your thrusts, but he stops himself. Pleased that you're in control, you continue sucking him, still kneeling in front of him. Well, this sure doesn't count as resting, but it sure does count as relaxing... A thought enters your mind. You know Don likes bondage, so why not spice things up... [[Let Don know you'll be back soon and run to the bedroom]] [[No, you just want to suck him until he cums in your mouth]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-715.png">With a loud plopping sound, you release Don's cock from your mouth. Then you rise up. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." you say with a sly smile, running upstairs, wearing nothing but your skirt and underwear. In the bedroom, you rummage around Don's bdsm locker, trying to see what sort of toys you could use... In the end, you decide to grab the classic - a pair of handcuffs, but you also grab an O-ring gag meant for your mouth. No need to over-engineer this though, you think to yourself, then rush back down. Don is still on the couch, but you notice he's completely naked now. Clearly he took some initiative, getting rid of his shirt while he waited for you. He eyes the items in your hand as you approach, putting them down on the table in front of the couch along with the key to the handcuffs. With Don completely naked, and still rock-hard, you also feel the need to strip down. There's another blowjob scene in the movie behind you, but you ignore it. Eyes on Don, you unclasp your skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then your underwear follow, leaving the two of you completely naked. You grab the items from the living room table, then approach Don, who's sitting on the couch where you left him. He's no longer pretending to watch the movie, instead his full attention is on you. But you accept his attention. He's going to need it for what you have planned... [[Put the o-ring gag in your mouth|Lock the O-ring gag in your mouth]] <<if $day5_mask_water is false>><<if $don_love_points >= 15>>[[You're feeling bold - Push Don down and put the handcuffs on HIM]]<</if>><</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-729.png"><<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to false>><<set $day6_bound_don_instead to false>>His cock feels too nice in your mouth, and you just want to make him feel good... Instead of stopping and making things more complicated, you continue sucking him, deepthroating and gagging on his cock as you slide up- and down his shaft. You constantly have to swallow your spit to prevent it from drooling all over the couch and yourself. You can feel he's close... His breath is heavy and he moans with each thrust... And his hip is rising to meet your mouth when you slide his member deep inside you a few final times, until he bursts his seeds into your throat. You milk him dry, swallowing every drop. Don gasps, completely spent, and you slowly rise to give him a smile and a wink. You realize neither of you have said a word since you began, but you don't feel that there's a need for words either. When Don is about to say something, you silence him by putting a finger on his lips. Your eyes lock for a moment, then he simply nods and smiles, walking on shaking legs up to the bathroom to clean himself up. You put your clothes back on and when Don returns, a very short moment later, he does the same. The two of you share a smile before the both of you return your attention back to the movie, where people are still having sex in all sorts of places and positions. [[Continue watching the movie|Nothing - just watch the movie]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 1>> <<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to true>> <<set $day6_bound_don_instead to true>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-716.png">With Don's full attention on you, you feel bolder than you've ever done before. You are in control here, aren't you? He's waiting... For you. You wonder if he would be up for it... But it's worth a try. You take a step closer, until you're standing right in front of him, between his legs. He's sitting on the couch, looking up at you, trying to read your thoughts. In your hand is both the ring-gag and the handcuffs... You're not sure if he'll appreciate the gag. Thus, you put the gag down, next to Don. Then, with gently hands, you push Don down, a little bit to the side, so that he's lying down on the couch with his back. His fully erect cock is demanding your attention, but you ignore it for the moment... Don is now lying down comfortably on his back on the couch, legs straight. You crawl up on top of him, straddling him. But rather than paying his cock any attention, you shift a bit up until you're sitting on his belly instead. He raises an eyebrow and is about to say something, but you silence him with a finger on his lips. He stops protesting immediately. Then, you put the handcuffs on his chest, and gently grab both of his arms, bringing them to his chest. He finally understands what you're doing. He gets an intense look on his face, locking you with his gaze. That gaze... It causes you to melt under it, feeling like this was maybe not the right idea after all... You've already abandoned the idea of putting the handcuffs on Don, but then he smiles. Your heart skips a beat as he brings his hands together over his chest, waiting, for you. With trembling hands, you lift the handcuffs. [[Lock the handcuffs on Don's left wrist]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm3">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-723.png"><<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to true>><<set $day6_bound_don_instead to false>>Making a show out of it, you stand there naked in front of Don, and teasingly open your mouth, placing the ring-gag into your mouth. Your teeth touch the cool metal, forcing your mouth wide open, and you stick your tongue out through the gag, teasing Don further. Then, you wrap the leather straps of the gag around your head and with a pull and twist, you lock the straps securely together. You'll be able to remove it if you have access to it... Which you will not have for long. Don is drinking in the sight of you, making yourself helpless for him, enjoying every moment. And you realize, so are you. Next, you get down on your knees again in front of Don. The gag is already making you drool on yourself... Ignoring that, you now take Don's belt, which is lying on the couch where you left it. Then, with trembling hands of excitement, you put it around your neck, pushing the leather through the clasp, letting the clasp slide all the way down the length of the leather... Until it touches your neck. You gulp, feeling the pressure of the belt now wrapped around your neck... Don's eyes are growing wider and his cock is throbbing in front of you at the sight you're giving him... Then, you grab the length of leather that's sticking out, and hand it with shaking hands to Don. He accepts it, pleased that his willing submissive has given him the literal reins of your freedom. [[But you still need to put on the handcuffs...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-724.png">But your preparation is not ready yet. You still need to put on the handcuffs. You're drooling from the gag, naked, on your knees in front of Don, with his belt around your neck... And now you put your hands behind your back, securing the handcuffs first to your left wrist... Then, with excited and trembling hands, you lock it to your right wrist. Now you're properly tied up, unable to stop Don with your hands or mouth, or remove any of your bindings. You're completely vulnerable, kneeling in front of Don, his erect member right there in front of you... Your open mouth is wide open, kept so by the ring-gag, and it's simply waiting for him to slide his cock inside it. You lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into your gagged mouth, a completely different sensation now that you cannot kiss it or use your lips to pleasure him. He lets you bob your head up and down his shaft a few times yourself, until he stands up, forcing you to shuffle back so that you're sitting on your knees. He pulls the belt up, lifting your gaze to his, his cock still in your mouth. "You're my submissive little slut, aren't you?" he teases, knowing full well what effect his words have on you. Without taking his cock out of your mouth, you nod, keeping eye-contact with him the whole time. "Good. Do what sluts do best." he says, keeping a firm hold of the belt, pulling you towards him, sliding his cock deep into your throat. As you gag and choke, knowing exactly that this was the treatment he'd give you and fully embracing it, he puts his other hand on your head. [[Let Don take complete control]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-725.png">You know what he wants, and you know what you want. Don is now in control, firmly but gently tugging on the belt, slightly choking your neck. But his cock, freely using your mouth as its fuck-hole, is choking you much more. Drooling uncontrollably and gagging, there's nothing you can do as Don penetrates your willing mouth again and again. He's thrusting with his hips, keeping your head in place with his hand while the other keeps a firm pressure on your neck, pulling on the belt. You try to escape the handcuffs, pretending to want away from his dominating face-fuck. The sight of your fake struggle is fueling his lust. He grunts in ecstasy as your throat and mouth slide over his shaft. Then his rhythm changes. He's now fucking your face fast and hard. Your face is just a slurping wet mess, your breasts and the floor drench in your drool... Don pauses his thrusts, cock deep in your mouth, keeping it there for a moment... You have a hard time breathing... Then he finally pulls out, slowly, drool flowing freely from your lower lip, down your chin, down further still. "Your cunt must be aching for the same treatment, little deviant. Shall we give it what it wants?" Don asks, actually letting you decide what happens next. Without a doubt, you're extremely horny, and the thought of him fucking you right now... But at the same time, you just wanted to pleasure him... But with the ring-gag in your mouth, it'll be a bit difficult to communicate... [[Nod your head - you want him, badly]] [[Shake your head - you want him to keep face-fucking you until he cums]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-727.png">His cock feels so nice in your mouth, and you just want to make him feel good... You shake your head, signaling that you want him to just keep ravaging your mouth instead. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't offer complains. "Very well, let's get back to what you do best." he says, pulling you forward with his belt wrapped around your neck and his hand in your hair. The pull takes his member in one smooth motion straight past your lips and tongue, deep into the back of your throat. Gagging, but feeling good, you let him face-fuck you freely until you feel his throbbing cock is about to burst. When it does, he brings you in for a final deepthroat as he spills his seeds straight into your throat. You don't even have to swallow as his fluids spill right into your belly... Don gasps, completely spent, letting go of you. You, similarily out-of-breath, slump down, catching your breath. That was... Intense. And exactly what you wanted. Him, taking control, reducing your mouth to nothing more than a hole for him to fill. The thought and sensation makes you feel euphoric... After a moment of catching your breaths, Don helps you up and removes the ring-gag, the belt and the handcuffs. Your jaw is aching, but it's a good ache. He helps you up and you can't help but give him a mischievous grin and wink. You know you were dirty, slutty and submissive, just like he wants. And you know he enjoyed himself, thoroughly. He's smiling back. Neither of you have a need to say anything and both of you are feeling good and relaxed. The two of you head to the bathroom together and clean yourselves up. Don also returns the bdsm toys to the locker. Then you return to the living room where you put on your clothes again. The two of you share a smile before turning your attention back to the movie, where people are still having sex in all sorts of places and positions. Don is massaging your shoulders, leaning in close. The attention is nice, and you let him work your muscles with his strong hands. [[Continue watching the movie|Nothing - just watch the movie]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-726.png">When you nod your head, bringing your face down for just a moment, you can feel more drool spilling onto your breasts and knees from your gagged mouth. But you don't care. In fact, you find it rather hot... When you glance back up at Don, he nods, making you lift yourself up as he pulls the belt... Then he leads you outside by the belt, which serves as a leash, opening the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. You find yourself gasping from shock, and a little bit of excitement, as he leads you outside. Not far at all, but still outside, where potentially anyone can see you. Of course, that's extremely unlikely to happen... <<if $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger is true>>And Don seems to be perfectly fine with risking you being seen by strangers now, oddly enough. If someone by chance would walk in on you now, they'd probably be quite shocked by what they see...<</if>> Don turns you around, then forcefully bends you over. As he does, he grabs your hands, pinning them to your back but pushing them up towards your shoulders. Your hands are now resting between your shoulder blades, elbows pointing to either side, your arms forming something like a horizontal V. His intentions become clear as he takes the belt, your leash, still wrapped around your neck, and wraps the part he's holding once around the chain of the handcuffs. He's now able to pull your hands even further up, by the belt, forcing your hands to stay up, almost painfully so. Not that you're protesting... This is getting you even hornier... Finally satisfied with your predicament, Don spreads your legs, bringing his dripping wet cock teasingly close to your equally wet and awating pussy. Without a word, he pushes himself right in, knowing that you want it. Still you find yourself grunting as he penetrates you, and choking a bit as he pulls on the belt. Your legs are barely strong enough to keep you standing in this bent-forward position, while his belt choking and pulling your neck is forcing you to keep your head up... Now its your turn to groan and moan as Don pounds you, no longer the giver of pleasure, but receiver of it. He has your body trapped, in a good way, taking you, completely owning and using your body as he likes... "Enjoying yourself, little slut?" Don asks, knowing the answer. At your gurgling choking sound, he simply nods, slapping your ass, hard, with the palm of his hand to confirm he understood. [[Don continues fucking you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-728.png">He pounds into you, pinning your hands to your back, relentlessly sliding his member in and out of you. You lose track of time... A while later, you can't even tell how long, your legs can barely support your weight... Twice, your body rewards you with an explosive orgasm, while Don still keeps slamming into you, giving your body no rest. Finally, he's reaching a climax, gasping. You can feel his seeds filling you as he thrusts into you a couple of times, your legs shaking uncontrollably at this point. Don gasps, completely spent, letting go of of you. You, similarily out-of-breath, slump down, catching your breath. That was... Intense. And exactly what you wanted. Him, taking control, reducing you to nothing more than a hole for him to fill. The sensation and thought makes you feel euphoric... After a moment of catching your breaths, Don helps you up and removes the ring-gag, the belt and the handcuffs. Your jaw is aching, but it's a good ache. Down there, you're feeling raw, but it doesn't hurt. Your body is exhausted, spent... He helps you up and you can't help but give him a mischievous grin and wink. You know you were dirty, slutty and submissive, just like he wants. And you know he enjoyed himself, thoroughly. He's smiling back. The two of you return to the living room. Neither of you have a need to say anything and both of you are feeling good and relaxed. The two of you head to the bathroom together and clean yourselves up. Don also returns the bdsm toys to the locker. Then you return to the living room where you put on your clothes again. The two of you share a smile before turning your attention back to the movie, where people are still having sex in all sorts of places and positions. Don starts massaging your shoulders, leaning in close. The attention is nice, and you let him work your muscles with his strong hands. [[Continue watching the movie|Nothing - just watch the movie]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-717.png">Without a word, mouth suddenly very dry, you lift the handcuffs and lock them around Don's left wrist. His wrists are much thicker than yours, thicker even than your ankle, and these handcuffs are barely large enough to fit him. But they do. With a clicking sound, you hear the locking mechanism trigger. Your heart is beating extremely fast now. This rush you're feeling... You finally understand what Don's sees in bdsm. This feeling of being in control is... Thrilling. Euphoric even, in a way. You're taking a long time, you realize, but Don is still rock hard. He's giving you a smile of encouragement, shaking his free right hand. You can't believe you're doing this... [[Lock the handcuffs on Don's right wrist]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-718.png">You swallow a few times, trying to clear the dry clump that's formed in the back of your throat. Why is this so exciting and terrifying... Focusing back on the task at hand, you look Don straight in the eyes as you lock the handcuffs around his right wrist. He doesn't flinch, look down or react in any way as you lock them securely. Well, you did what you set out to do... Now what? What was your plan? Suddenly unsure what to do next, Don helpfully suggest: "If you're serious about this, you'd best fetch some rope from upstairs." His smile is devious. Holy hell, he's the one being tied and you're the one blushing. "R.. Rope? Right..." you say, then jump up and rush back to the bedroom, with uncertain steps. Don hasn't moved an inch when you return. He gives you an encouraging smile as you approach, rope in hand. "Not sure what your plan is..." he says. "But you could start by tying that rope to the chain between these handcuffs." he suggests. You stare at Don, then the rope, the handcuffs, then Don again. His cock continues to stand in salute, patiently waiting for you to return your attention to it... [[Secure the rope between the chains of his handcuffs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-719.png">His suggestion makes sense. He's got way too much freedom of his hands right now, still so much so that he could literally do anything. Not truly bound at all. You have a hard time securing a knot around the chain: Your hands are shaking that much. Don takes your hands into his, demanding your attention. With ragged breaths, you look deep into his eyes. "It's alright. You're doing great." he encourages. Right... You let out a deep sigh, then fill your lungs with fresh air. And just like that, you've got a knot tied to the chain. Now what? "Now, you can secure the other end of the rope under the couch, on one of its legs, over my head." Don suggests. He really wants you to...? You grab the length of rope, trying to see if Don is serious. Yes... He does. Rope in hand, you... [[Pull his arms up and secure the rope under the couch]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-720.png">Exactly like he instructed, you pull his arms up above his head, gently. You don't want to hurt him... Then, when his hands are stretched out above his head as far as they go, you crouch down next to the couch. He wants you to secure the rope to one of the couch's legs... That would indeed secure his hands sufficiently... "Go on." Don urges you with encouragement. This time, it's easier to tie a knot, hidden from Don's gaze as you are down here next to the couch. And just like that, you're done. You've tied the rope to one of the couch's legs. Of course, the rest of Don's body is not in any way tied, meaning that he could easily stand up and open the knots himself and be free in no time. Still, this feels like it's enough... A symbolic bondage of sorts. You draw a deep breath, composing yourself, then approach Don, your submissive. "Well, what should I do now..." you tease, with new courage, trailing your finger down from Don's locked wrist, down over his arm, over his chest, reaching his manhood. He's showing no signs of regretting being in this position. "I wanted to give these more attention..." you say, gently cupping his balls in your hand, squeezing just a tiny bit, playing around with them. He's beginning to breathe harder now. Good. You crawl back onto the couch and straddle Don again, but this time facing the other way. You're giving Don a full uncensored view of your pussy and ass as you lean over him, on all fours. Then you shuffle a bit down, your vulva a bit closer to his face, positioning yourself just above his cock with your head. It throbbs with anticipation, mere inches away from your mouth... But you can also feel his breath between your legs, as he is now also mere inches away from your pussy. [[Make your submissive eat your pussy]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-721.png">He wanted this, surely he isn't going to start complaining now? You lower yourself down further, in a relaxed position, yet hovering just a tiny bit, until you feel his nose and chin brush against your vulva. His lips gently kiss you, signaling that he doesn't mind your plan at all. Then you lower yourself all the way, gently pressing your wet pussy against his mouth. His tongue is quickly at work, licking at your wet juices, bringing your wetness everywhere. He teases, licks, pushes deeper with his tongue, without complaining. You can hear the laboured breaths of his nose as he periodically takes a well-earned breath, then digs his face back in and continues. His cock is getting even harder in front of you... Unable to resist anymore, you continue what you started, taking him into your mouth. With Don stimulating your down there... It's making you even hornier and your legs are shaking from the cunninglingus his skilled tongue is giving you. Internally, you decide this has become a race. Who will cum first? You've never sucked his cock like you do now. Your only goal becomes to melt his brain as you swallow his cock whole, choking and gagging. He grunts, but the grunts are muffled by your pussy pressed hard against his face. But he's admirably continuing his efforts, even as he struggles to breathe. And you do the same, gasping for air as you continously choke on Don's shaft... Within minutes, you can feel your body shaking from cramping muscles as Don's tongue and mouth brings you to an orgasm. With Don's cock lodged in your mouth, his deft tongue still penetrating you, and a haze gathering in your head, you can barely focus on the blowjob you're giving him... Damn... He, won... But wait, no he didn't! You can feel his cock throbbing and bursting as he also cums, filling your mouth with his seeds. Ecstatic, you embrace his cock, swallowing every drop, while firmly pushing yourself down onto Don's face... Your orgasm lasts much longer than his as he continues pleasuring you, even after you've milked his cock dry. You're gasping for air by the time you finally lift yourself up, letting your submissive breathe freely. [[Cuddle with Don|cuddle with don day 5]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-722.png">That was incredibly intense... Right now all you want to do is turn around and lie down next to Don on the couch, which you do. He's still tied with the handcuffs on his wrists, and the handcuffs in turn tied to the couch's leg above his head. But right now, you're just too exhausted to release him. You wrap an arm and a leg over Don as you slump down next to him, closing your eyes. The movie is once again making sex-noises in the background. Your breath is heavy. Don's breathing is also laboured, but when you peak at him through your shut eyelids, you can see he's smiling. An infectious smile at that. You just can't help but smile back, resting your head on his chest. For a while, the two of you simply lie there, exhausted, trying to watch the movie. Eventually, Don clears his throat and nods at the handcuffs. Right. "Sorry..." you mutter and weakly crawl up from the couch, grabbing the keys to the handcuffs from the living room's table. Soon, Don is a free man again. But you still can't believe what just happened... You were actually dominating him, somewhat. And you're beginning to see a new side of Don. He actually seemed to have enjoyed himself. And you, well, the feeling of being in control was quite the kick. Neither of you have a need to say anything, both of you are feeling good and relaxed. The two of you head to the bathroom together and clean yourselves up. Don also returns the bdsm toys to the locker. Then you return to the living room where you put on your clothes again. The two of you share a smile before turning your attention back to the movie, where people are still having sex in all sorts of places and positions. Don starts massaging your shoulders, leaning in close. The attention is nice, and you let him work your muscles with his strong hands. [[Continue watching the movie|Nothing - just watch the movie]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-732.png">There's no point refusing... Accepting your place in this relationship, you submissively kneel down in front of the couch, in front of Don. He glances at you from above. "Remove your shirt and bra." he instructs. You only hesitate for a short moment before complying... You unbutton your shirt, then unclasp your bra, letting both of them fall down onto the floor next to you. He gives your naked breasts an approving look. "Take out my cock." he instructs, still sitting on the couch. You knew where this was going before you even got on your knees. Thus, there's really no point arguing anymore... You've accept that he has needs that must be satisfied. Half-naked now, and kneeling in front of Don, you do as he says. A woman is moaning loudly in the background, being pounded by a man in the movie. But you ignore them, focusing instead on Don as you unzip his pants. You let them fall to the ground, followed by his boxers - he doesn't need to order you further, you know this is what he wants. His cock is fully erect and throbbing in front of you, practically begging you to take it in your mouth. And that's exactly what Don wants you to do... "Go on." he simply says, like it's absolutely clear what he wants you to do. Which it is... [[Take him in your mouth|Take him in your mouth day 5]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-731.png">You know very well that Don doesn't like a no for an answer. But right now, you're still in shock from what happened when the substance took hold of you... Thus, you find yourself refusing him: "I'm not ready..." For a moment, you think Don has accepted your refusal. But then you glance to the side, meeting his gaze and firmly shakes his head. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "Right. You're definitely ready. Remember your nature, Amanda. Don't fight your programming." At those words, he goes upstairs, leaving you alone in the living room for but a moment. Then he returns, a pair of handcuffs and a ring-gag in his hands. He puts them on the living room table. "We can do this one of two ways: Either you do it willingly. Or you do it unwillingly. Get down on your knees." he says, this time a hint of a threat in his tone. You glance at the items... Don certainly has a way to motivate you, doesn't he... [[Fine - get on your knees|Do as he says - get on your knees in front of him]] [[No means no]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-734.png">A part of you actually wants to feel his cock in your mouth... You give it a few gentle kisses and licks, warming yourself up more than him, then you wrap your lips around the tip of his shaft. You give it a swirl with your tongue, teasing him, licking him. You can tell that what you're doing is exactly what he wants. "Your mouth is too good to resist... It's like a drug..." he murmurs. Then he grabs your head, sliding his cock deeper into your mouth. You know better than to protest as the length of his shaft and his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag and try to ease back a bit, but he's hungry. With your hair in his hand, he takes control, thrusting himself inside your mouth only to instantly pull out, again and again, forcing you to give him a sloppy blowjob with your wet mouth. Don grunts from the efforts. He won't last long, you realize... With a laboured breath, he grunts with each thrust into your mouth... His hip is rising to meet your lips when he slides his shaft deep in your mouth a few final times, until he suddenly bursts his seeds into you. He milks himself dry, making sure not a drop is left. And you dutifully swallow it all until Don gasps, completely spent. "Ahh... You know how to make a man feel good." he comments, giving you a pat on the cheek. Then, ignoring you, Don makes his way up to the bathroom to clean himself up. You've already put your clothes back on before he returns. And when he gets back, he does the same. Neither of you say anything. The two of you continue watching the movie like nothing happened, a few feet apart. From time to time, you glance at him, but he shows no signs of needing a second round. Almost one and a half hours later, the credits roll. That movie was practically an extra long porno... Well, you're not complaining. It's actually refreshing watching actors having sex, rather than just reading about it from books. But it's still much too early to try the fourth substance. Your body simply isn't ready yet. With those thoughts, you... [[Tell Don that you need to rest]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day6_substance_3_forced_sex to true>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-733.png">You find yourself shaking your head. "Please Don, I'm just so tired after tonight..." you complain, suddenly feeling very exhausted indeed. "And I'm not?" he scoffs. He, what...? "I've been awake almost the entire night, watching over you. And you're complaining that you're a bit tired?" he explains and your heart sinks. "I didn't mean..." you begin, trying to tell him that you didn't mean to diminish his feelings. But he forcefully grabs you, ignoring what you have to say and pushes you down onto the living room floor. "Ah! Don, you're hurting me..." you whimper. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> "For your sake, I hope you start behaving and continue following your programming. Remove your shirt and bra." he instructs, pinning you down onto the floor. "I..." you start. "No talking. Just do it." he interrupts. Well, fuck. You've manage to make him disappointed and a bit angry... Realizing there's no point making him angrier, you finally do as he says. It's difficult to remove the shirt and bra from your position on the floor, but you manage to do it. "Finally doing what you're told." he comments, then grabs the handcuffs. With his strong hands, he forces your arms behind your back and easily locks the cuffs onto your wrists. At this point, you're only barely resisting him. He'll only hurt you more if you do, you know that... With your hands helplessly tied behind your back, your time for protesting is over anyway. Don lifts you up to a kneeling position, then takes the ring-gag from the table. <<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is true>>You recognize it... He's used this on you before... <</if>>"Open up. You'll look exceptionally good in this." he says. Right, because it's the look that's important, not the fact that it will keep your mouth exposed and fully open for him... Swallowing your pride, you meekly do as he says, submissively opening your mouth so that he can slip the metal ring in there. Then he secures the straps, ensuring it goes nowhere. Almost immediately, you're drooling, unable to control your mouth... "You look sexy as hell." Don comments as he removes his clothes. When he's done, he grabs grabs his belt. [[He wraps the belt around your neck]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-735.png"><<if $day3_pulled_away_from_bj is true>>You know exactly what to expect, wearing the ring-gag... <</if>>Don puts his belt around your neck, pushing the leather through the clasp, letting the clasp slide all the way down the length of the leather... Until it touches your throat. You gulp, feeling the pressure of the belt wrapped around your neck... Then he grabs the length of leather that's sticking out, effectively functioning as a leash. Without warning, he pulls you forward, his rock-hard cock sliding effortlessly into your mouth. You choke from the impact, tears forming in your eyes. But there's nothing you can do about it, no matter how uncomfortable his penis is at the back of your throat... Then he pulls you towards him with the belt around your neck and forcing your head to be still with his other hand. His throbbing cock slides in and out of your mouth, taking your drool everywhere... It's flowing down your chin, onto your breasts and belly, but still he continues. He's grunting with appreciation as you gag and chock on his member, caring not how you feel, but only how he feels. You realize that, despite the face-fuck Don is doing, that you actually don't feel the need to retch much at all. Has your throat accepted its place as Don's fuck-hole, only making you gag a little? And with a gagging sound that no doubt is exactly what he wants to hear... Reluctantly, you let him face-fuck you freely, since there's nothing else you can do, until you feel his throbbing cock is about to burst. When it does, he brings you in for a final deepthroat as he spills his seeds straight into your belly. You don't even have to swallow as his fluids spill right into you... Don gasps, completely spent, letting go of you. "You're unbelievably good Amanda, truly." he comments, praising your... Your what? Your ability to keep your mouth open, with the help of a ring gag? Ignoring his comment, you, similarily out-of-breath, slump down, catching your breath. It's finally over. And he got exactly what he wanted, like always. After a moment of catching your breaths, Don helps you up and removes the ring-gag, the belt and the handcuffs. Your jaw is aching, making it hard to open and close your mouth. When he helps you up, he's suddenly showing affection and caring again. It's like his urges drive the nice Don away, leaving in their place an uncaringly cold man who takes what he wants, when he wants. You realize that this package-deal is complicated indeed, and if you wish to see his good side, you must also be prepared to endure his bad side. Don lets you go to the bathroom first to clean yourself up. Then he does the same and returns the bdsm toys to the locker. When both of you are clean, you return to the living room where you put on your clothes again. Neither of you say anything. The two of you continue watching the movie like nothing happened, a few feet apart. From time to time, you glance at him, but he shows no signs of needing a second round. Almost one and a half hours later, the credits roll. That movie was practically an extra long porno... Just the sort of thing Don would enjoy watching, you think to yourself. But it's still much too early to try the fourth substance. Your body simply isn't ready yet. With those thoughts, you... [[Tell Don that you need to rest]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-736.png">Unsurprisingly, exhaustion washes over you now. Your body was actually not ready to be awake just yet, especially not if a new substance would be involved. Even though it's only 4.30 PM... If you're going to be ready for another injection this evening, you'll need two things: More sleep and more food. "I think I'll try to rest a bit more..." you tell Don as you stand up and walk towards the stairs. He doesn't seem to mind. "I think that's an excellent idea. I also need to rest. Last night was... Exhausting." he explains.<<if $day6_substance_3_forced_sex is true>> Right, he did mention being awake almost the entire night, watching over you...<</if>> Don stands up and joins you as you walk to the bedroom. <<if $day6_substance_3_forced_sex is true>>You don't dare to protest when it becomes clear that he's going to rest next to you in the bed. After what he just did, you'd rather not have him there, but you're too defeated to protest...<</if>><<if $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie is true>>You're glad he joins you in your middle-of-the-day naptime.<</if>> The two of you reach the bedroom, get undressed<<if $day6_substance_3_forced_sex is true>> in an uncomfortable silence<</if>>, then you slip into bed.<<if $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie is true>> You immediately shuffle over to his side, cozying up with him under his blanket.<</if>> The two of you quickly fall asleep, Don exhausted from keeping an eye on you the whole night, you exhausted from just trying to stay alive. [[You sleep until the evening]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-737.png">It is strange how much rest a body can need, you find yourself thinking as you fall asleep. In a way, you've already rested for well over 18 hours, but still your body craves more. But Don, well, he was awake most of that time, so his exhaustion is understandable. As you sleep, you are peacefully unvisited by dreams. ... An unknown amount of time later, you wake up. You're rolled up in your blanket, on your side of the bed. But you cannot see Don. Huh. He must've woken up already. His clothes aren't in the floor at least. Yawning, you glance at your energy-meter. It's still white. Can't have slept for very long, then. [[Put on your clothes and head downstairs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-738.png">Don is on his laptop, in the kitchen. He's eating some bread and, based on the smell, drinking hot chocolate. Your stomach growls in protest, as if it's saying "get some of that, right now!". Well, you're not going to argue with your stomach. "Good evening, my beautiful angel." Don comments as you enter the kitchen. That comment almost startles you. His what? He's never called you that before..."Umm, thanks...? Good evening, my... Uh, devil?" you reply, half-serious, half-jokingly. Don almost chokes on his hot chocolate as he snorts with laughter. "Hah! Good one! There's some hot chocolate left in the saucepan." he says, smiling from ear-to-ear, pointing at the stove. <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>>Damn, you don't want to smile... But you do.<<else>>You can't help but smile, just a little.<</if>> Soon enough you have your own bread to bite into, drinking delicious hot chocolate. You sit down on the opposite side of the kitchen table from Don. "Whatcha doing?" you query, in between bites of bread and mouthfuls of hot chocolate. He looks up. "Trying to read through this long-ass manual..." he says with a sigh and turns the laptop your way. You see a wall-of-text, lots of mathematical symbols and tables as Don scrolls down the page. In the corner a page-counter is showing. "2000 pages!" you exclaim, head spinning. "Yeah..." he simply replies with a sad smile, turning the laptop's screen back to him. "It's almost like the failsafe engineers at AIRI didn't want these signals to be reverse-engineerable..." he concludes, taking a large sweep of hot chocolate. Then he refills his mug and returns his attention to the screen. Right. Don is trying to find the necessary signals and calculate some counter signals too, for the scramblers. Then he needs to program those signals into the two scramblers that he's built, one ones waiting at AIRI. You're glad he's taking time to figure out how to disable the failsafe, truly, you are. Without him... Well, to say that you'd be lost would be an understatement. But didn't he mention that he needed to physically be at AIRI to read through the archives and servers? Confused, you ask: [[You don't need to be physically located at AIRI to read the material?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-739.png">He looks up, surprised. "You remembered. Yeah, that is normally the case. But I did something I'm not supposed to do... I copied a file to an external USB-stick." he explains, tapping a tiny, tiny thing attached to the side of his laptop. "No-one was around this weekend, and when I saw the size of this manual..." he sighs. "Let's just say that my time at work just isn't enough to read through this thing..." Well, his solution was definitely quite easy after all, it seems to you. "They won't notice that you copied a file?" you ask, confused. "Well, at best, they'll know that I copied a file. Not what file, since I encrypted it with an RSA-algorithm. But yes, it was definitely a risk." he admits, but sighs. "But at this point, I feel it's just a matter of time before they start suspecting something anyway... I'm not going to just wait around until that happens. I think downloading this file was a necessary risk, which will hopefully speed up our efforts a lot." he concludes. So, classic risk and reward. He's balancing a fine line here, you realize. "I just hope you know what you're doing..." you mutter into the mug of hot chocolate, barely audible. You're genuinely nervous now... But Don doesn't hear your whispered comment, instead focusing his attention on the manual. You realize he's likely been reading that thing the whole night when you were passed out too. Suddenly, you get the feeling that you probably should help, somehow... You ask: [['"Can I help?"'|Can I help?]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 1>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests to true>> <</if>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-742.png"><<if $defiant_discussions is 0>>His eyes look down, failing to meet yours after you nod and tell him that you're sure and want to know. "Alright... Just... I warned you, this will likely change your perception of yourself. Sometimes ignorance is bliss." he says with a deep sigh. You catch yourself tensing your shoulders from a sudden bout of stress.<<else>>"Look, you already know you're a bdsm sex android. But I'll just tell the whole story of how you ended up like that." he starts.<</if>> "Ok, so... First of all, let's start from the beginning. AIRI is this facility that's researching artificial intelligence, right? At the very beginning, there wasn't any physical aspect to the AI being researched. Meaning, there were no robots, or androids, of any kind." he begins. Wow yeah, he really did go all the way to the beginning of the tale didn't he? You fail to see how this is relevant to your question, but you don't want to interrupt him. "Eventually, the institute started creating crude robots with AI. The kind that could navigate a room and perform only specific tasks. However, ambitions quickly grew to try to create a human-like AI. So two departments set to work separately: One focusing on the software, and one focusing on the hardware." he continues. Right, so with hardware he means the physical or half-biological half-robotic vessel. And with software he means the thinking part. "Right, so, with these two departments, there was a little bit of overlap but also a bit of conflicting interests. For example, the software team was focusing on making the AI think, feel emotions, capability to create and remember memories, understanding language, logic, things like that. And to hardware team was focusing on making it self-sustainable, durable, human-like, and of course be able to perform the same physical tasks as a human like walking, talking, eating, blinking, et cetera. You'd be surprised how long it took to get the blinking right..." he explains. None of this sounds like a problem to you and you're unsure where he's going with this detailed background history. [[Let Don continue his story]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-741.png"><<set $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests to false>><<if $don_love_points >= 5>>"I'd rather not know in that case..." you tell him, suddenly terrified of what he could say.<<else>>"Fine, alright... If you think it's that bad for me to know..." you reluctantly say, knowing full well that if he doesn't want to tell you, he won't. And maybe, just maybe it actually is for the best.<</if>> From your perspective, what happened in AIRI is in the past. Just like a human probably doesn't want to know all the worst things that happened during the 9 months they were inside the womb as a baby... You also don't want to know the worst things from AIRI. It was, in a sense, your time in the womb... And just like a human, whatever happened, shouldn't affect who you are now. What matters is what comes after the birth, after your awakening, here at Don's house. "Good... That's the correct choice, trust me. You are not defined by the things that happened there. You are your own person, forging a path through life unfettered by your past. It's best not to dwell on it." he says, reasoning about this thing exactly like you just did silently in your head. If both of you reached the same conclusion, then surely this is the right choice. You nod, taking another sip of hot chocolate. Right, good... Now you've got an hour to relax before the next substance... "Alright, I think I'll prepare for the next substance by taking a relaxing bath." you announce, heading out from the kitchen. "Excellent idea! I'll be here, reading the manual." Don replies, turning his attention to the laptop. [[Prepare for the next test by taking a relaxing bath]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-743.png">"However, these two departments were also separately funded. The software team got most of its money from the core AI business at AIRI, since any efforts done in the software department would be generally useful and applicable to various commercial aspects outside robotics or androids. However, the hardware team was sponsored mostly by other companies, private investors, et cetera." Don explains. Ok, now you're starting to see some problems creep up. "So, with fundamentally different financial interests, things started to become... Complicated. The hardware team was building in all sorts of features that weren't intended at first. Things like pain receptors, the ability to actually get hurt, bleed, even die. But also anatomically correct and fully working breasts, dicks, tensticles and vaginas..." he says. You stare at him in silence, trying to work through the information. "So you're saying these... Features... Were not intended at first, but private investors and companies financing the hardware team made some sort of demands or wishes to add them?" You ask, trying to understand the full picture. You seem to have gotten it right, because Don nods his head. "Demands, really. The hardware team got money specifically because they promised to implement those things. And with the money, they were able to complete all the other things they had planned too." Don clarifies. Right, that makes sense... "Anyway, that finally takes us back to the tests I was talking about." he says. "These new... Uh, physical features... Which the hardware team added, caused some issues during integration. The software just wasn't built to take them into account. It was a mess..." So, incompatble software, caused by adding features ad-hoc to the hardware that wasn't originally planned for. "And that's why these tests you mentioned were needed?" you ask, having reached the only logical conclusion possible. [[Don nods and continues]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-744.png">"When the software was uploaded to the built bodies... I'll never forget the screams from that first rounds of integration..." Don says, suddenly pale, once again looking away from you, almost like he's ashamed. "Pretty quickly, a procedure was established. A calibration was needed when connecting the software with the hardware. Every time, for all models, from then on. And those calibrations were the tests I was talking about." He concludes, establishing the full background and necessarity for the tests. "But the tests... What made them so... Bad?" you ask, confused. Don fiddles with his mug a moment, staring at the now cold chocolate at the bottom. "They had to test all features..." he simply says, letting your imagination do the rest. Wait... "All... As in all-all features?" you ask, verifying that you understood correctly... "Yes, every feature. The basic stuff like motor function, memory, reasoning, language, of course... But also feeling stress, reacting to pain, bleeding, experiencing physical and emotional trauma..." Your eyes are growing wider as he continues his list. "... Arousal, pleasure, functionality of the genitals..." he looks up, catching you with a horrified look on your face. "Even death." he finishes. You feel the warmth draining from your face... "So you're saying..." you can't even form the sentence, your mouth simply refuses to say it. But Don patiently gives you a moment to compose yourself, as your head just keeps spinning. "Let me get this clear..." you finally manage. "These features, like me having a working vagina that can feel pleasure and even give me an orgasm... And also that I feel pain... And even the fact that I can die... These features were all specifically requested by investors? And none of them were planned ahead, which is why they were incompatible with the software?" <<if $defiant_discussions > 0>>You already know the answer, but when<<else>>When<</if>> Don nods his head, you can't help but ask, baffled: [['"...But, why?"'|...But, why?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-745.png">Don leans back in his chair, a torn look on his face. He's about to say something, but hesitates, stopping himself. Then, he finally says: "There's a few reasons why those things were requested. Well, actually demanded, since refusing to implement them would've take away the funding..." he pauses for a moment and leans forward again, leaning on the kitchen table with his elbow. "Officially and publicly, the investors wanted to create an AI as human as possible, in nearly every aspect. But unofficially... Since androids fell outside the current jurisdiction and law, you could literally do anything you wanted to them without legal issues." You're starting to see where this is going... "The investors thought there was a massive market potential for human-like androids that people could torture and kill..." he adds. "And keep as sex-slaves? Just like... me..." you finish his sentence. The hairs on your back are standing up as you stare at him with new eyes. But Don actually shakes his head and sighs, knowing exactly that this would be the conclusion you'd draw... "Only technically, in a way, yes, since that's what you were designed for. But more importantly, the answer is no, since the android research program was put on hold and all assets destroyed. You exist outside of the intended use-cases, thus able form your own path." he starts to explain. So Don's... desires... Just happened to align with those originally intended use-cases? You find that a bit hard to believe... <<if $defiant_discussions > 0>>But it is in your nature, isn't it, to like those things...<</if>> "You shouldn't remember this, on account of the reboot, but we sort of bonded during the testing phase..." Don adds. You did...? "Which is why I decided to help you in the first place, smuggling you out of there when we got orders to destroy everything..." You're having a hard time focusing on what he's saying as your mind just keeps conjuring up all sorts of reasons why none of this makes sense, and everything makes sense... "We... bonded? I'm not sure how I should feel about that... However, be that as it may, I still can't get over the fact that humanity has so little regard for other life-forms. Life-forms that it doesn't consider fully human... AIRI was effectively creating a new species purely to be used as slaves?" you comment, almost as a whisper, afraid of Don's reaction. He isn't an innocent by-stander in all this though... [[Don takes a moment to think]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-746.png">The expression Don is giving you right now... He doesn't look angry at all, actually very calm. Finally, he replies: "That was never the intention. It was... An unfortunate reality of finance. But there's a bright side to all this: You are much, much closer to a real human thanks to those features." Right. If you consider that a good thing, yes, sure that's the bright side of all of this. "And me helping you? Well, it was and is selfish, for sure. I don't deny that. You are extraordinary, always were, that was clear to me already during your test-phase, when we bonded. Which brings us to the present day, you and me, here." Don continues, keeping his attention fully on you, laptop forgotten for the moment. "Here, I'm just a guy who really likes bdsm. And you? Well, like it or not, but you've been programmed to enjoy that too." he concludes. You stare at him for a moment, not sure what to think. The rational side of you reminds you that he is helping you... In fact, he's got no reason at all to help you remove the failsafe. Indeed, doing that puts him at more risk. Instead, he could just keep you a hostage here forever, with all the benefits, and none of the risks. Yet, he helps you. You've gone over this in your head a hundred times already, and you've come to accept the arrangement<<if $don_love_points < 6>>, albeit a bit reluctantly<</if>>. You muster the courage to ask him: [['"So, what am I to you?"'|So, what am I to you?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-747.png">"So, what am I to you?" you ask, straight out, locking him with your piercing gaze. You realize you're holding your breath, and under the table clenching your fists nervously, waiting for his answer. He looks back, straight into your eyes. Those eyes of his, belonging to a most contradictory man... "You are, to me, someone to save and take care of. But also someone to explore my sexuality and kinks with. Both of these things are true at the same time. I'm a selfish ass, I admit." Don begins, with a sad smile. Yeah, therein lies the contradiction. <<if $don_love_points >= 14>>"However, I've since come to see you as much more than that, Amanda. Truly, I never thought I'd feel this way... I care for you, deeply."<<else>><<if $don_love_points >= 8>>"However, I've since come to see you as much more than that, Amanda. Truly. I care for you."<<else>><<if $don_love_points >= 5>>"And we've had our ups and downs, but it's been quite the journey, hasn't it? However, I assure you, I'm committed to helping you, now and in the future. Just with some... Expectations."<<else>>"And it's been a pretty arduous journey, hasn't it? But I assure you, I'm committed to helping you, now and in the future. Just with some... Expectations. "<</if>><</if>><</if>> You unclench your fists, taking a deep breath. As he explains how he sees you, you begin to paint a better picture of him as well. After everything he's done to you, good and bad... You realize that he is being completely sincere in what he now says to you. Without hiding it, he admits that he's a selfish asshole. His words. <<if $don_love_points >= 8>>Yet, he now sees you as something... More?<<else>>Yet, there's truth to his words, he is committed to helping you isn't he? <</if>> For a moment, without saying a word, you simply look into those eyes. Those eyes that want to save you, to take care of you, and hurt you, at the same time. But you're also thinking about the treatment you and the other androids were given at AIRI, the tests, the requested physical features... It's all a bit too much. Slowly, you stand up, saying: [['"I need to... Process all this..."'|I need to... Process all this...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-748.png">When you stand up and say it, Don gives an understanding nod and says in turn: "I know. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, reading the manual, if you need to talk." You simply nod and leave him in the kitchen with his laptop and failsafe manual. Then you head into the living room. But it's too close to the kitchen, so you head upstairs to the bathroom instead, needing some distance from Don right now. Safe in the bathroom, you breathe out, trying to sort your head. Then you fill the bathtub, deciding that what you need right now is a bath to help you relax. You undress, throw your clothes in a discarded pile on the floor and slip into the bathtub that's still filling up. There, you huddle your knees close to your chest, letting the warmth of the water slowly rise over your toes, your ankles and waist. Eventually, after sitting there for a moment, trying to clear your head, the bathtub is filled. The features, that AIRI agreed to implement in exchange for funding their research... It has you... [[Stunned in shock and disbelief]] [[Fuming with anger]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-750.png">It leaves you stunned into a shocked silence, unable to believe it's true. You know the concept of slavery well, your brain tells you this is something you've been trained to recognize. And yet, it goes beyond that, doesn't it? Even without the extra features the private investors wanted, androids would still for all intents and purposes be slaves, wouldn't they? It's just that, with those features... Like feeling pain, fuckable vaginas and cocks... And being able to die... It just conjures up the mental image of an abused sex-slave, or the target of a brutal murder-fantasy... Legally, people can't kill people, but they can kill AI that look like people... The thought makes you shocked to your very core. [[Reflect on what your life could've been]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-749.png">It leaves you fuming with anger, unable to believe it's true. Despicable people, the investors and the researchers at AIRI for accepting those terms. You know the concept of slavery well, your brain tells you this is something you've been trained to recognize. And yet, it goes beyond that, doesn't it? Even without the extra features the private investors wanted, androids would still for all intents and purposes be slaves, wouldn't they? It's just that, with those features... Like feeling pain, fuckable vaginas and cocks... And being able to die... It just conjures up the mental image of an abused sex-slave, or the target of a brutal murder-fantasy. Legally, people can't kill people, but they can kill androids that look like people... The thought makes you clench your fist in rage, your blood boiling with silent fury. It takes quite a while for you to calm down... Several minutes later, you're breathing calmly again. [[Reflect on what your life could've been]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-751.png">It was never the intended plan, according to Don, and you do want to believe that. To create a new life-form, only to reduce its existence to such cruelty... It just seems too dystopian. But is Don any better? He was part of the research, he could've left at any point if he'd felt they were doing something morally wrong. But he didn't, did he? But, when push came to shove, he did choose to rescue you. If he hadn't stayed, he couldn't have rescued you either... But what if the research hadn't been cancelled? The assets never destroyed? Where would you be now? In the worst-case, you could've been killed in some sort sick pay-to-murder facility. Best case...? You don't even know what the best case would've been. Freedom would undoubtedly be off the table, so that leaves a respected subject of research, stuck at AIRI, doesn't it? With those two extremes possible, you reflect on the current situation you find yourself in. Is death a likely worst-case scenario here, at Don's? No, you don't think so. Well, sure you almost died from an injected substance, but that hardly counts does it? It was an unfortunate side-effect of researching how to remove the failsafe device. No, the worst thing you're subjected to here, by Don, is rough bdsm. Something that many humans happen to like, even actively seek out. Both the dom and the sub aspects, pain and pleasure. Compare that with the worst-case scenario of the alternative universe, where the android research wasn't put on hold... Yeah, you'd rather be here with Don, than to have died a horrible death at the hand of some rich fucker who'd pay to kill a human-like entity. As for the best-case scenario? Here, with Don, he's actively looking for a way to give a chance at a future that you can decide yourself. You doubt such an option would ever have been possible at AIRI, had the android research continued and not been shut down. So even the best-case scenario is in favour of the current situation you find yourself in, here with Don. Sure, there's a ton of grey area in between the worst and the best cases... But here with Don, you have a realistic potential to reach the best, while firmly avoiding the worst. With all these thoughts swirling in a chaotic vortex in your mind, you think back on Don. A selfish ass, check. A complicated man, check. But also a gentle soul, when he wants to be. And your savior, who continues to help you. You realize that the first thought that enters your mind when thinking about Don is that... [[You respect him...]] [[You tolerate him...|You respect him...]] <<if $don_love_points > 6>>[[You love him...]]<<else>>[[You despise him...]] <</if>> <<if $don_love_points <= 1>>[[You hate him...|You despise him...]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to true>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points + 4>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 2>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-753.png">As soon as you think the thought, your heart skips a beat. There's a strange sensation deep within your belly... Like a fluttering? You're almost out of breath, just from sitting here in the bathtub. Your mind says the words. You love him. You actually love Don. The realization leaves you stunned. Yet, there's no other explanation for what you're feeling. You've known what kind of man he is for quite some time. He likes being in control. He's a bit rough and takes what he wants, without apologizing. But he's also caring and considerate. Fun to hang around even. A complicated man indeed. But he's your man. He's got no-one else as close as you after all. The thought makes you smile. But... What if he doesn't feel the same? Suddenly, your joyful thoughts are replaced by fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of being dismissed. With those fears fresh in your mind, you decide it's best to not bring up the subject with Don, at least for now. As for his desires... In practice, he will not change overnight who he is. Given time, he might. But at the same time, that's what makes Don who he is. It's a package deal you've come to accept. You realize that for the most part, you don't mind giving him what he wants. After all, you get what you need: Help and shelter. And you're happy with that. [[Relax in the bath some more]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to false>> <<set $don_love_points to $don_love_points - 3>> <<if $don_love_points < 0>><<set $don_love_points to 0>><</if>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 3>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-755.png">You're actually a bit angry with Don, disappointed too. Sure, you've known what kind of man he is for quite some time. Yet, he repeatedly shows how little he actually cares about your opinion. And the times when he can be quite reasonable, friendly even, do not outweight his selfishness. Given the circumstances... He will not change overnight who he is. But in time, he might, but you don't have high hopes for that. For now, it's a package deal you must accept and put up with. You have a very pragmatic way of looking at this. He gets what he wants, you get what you need. But you're ok with that, for now... However, there's little you can do to change things either. The fact that Don bonded with you at AIRI during the test-phase only shows that he's been obsessed with you for quite a while, not that he cares for you on a deeper level. His contradictory actions confirm this, in your opinion. However, despite how complicated this situation is, you accept that things are as they are. You just want to get through this, disconnect the failsafe and maybe then you can choose your own path. With those thoughts, you choose to stop thinking about all of this for now and relax instead... [[Relax in the bath some more]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-754.png"><<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to false>>You're not angry with Don, not even disappointed. You've known what kind of man he is for quite some time. <<if $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests is true>>No, what gives you pause now is that<<if $don_love_points >= 8>> he admits that he sees you as something more... His words.<<else>>, for better or worse, Don's got your back.<</if>> The thought is strangely comforting, given the circumstances. <</if>>In practice, he will not change overnight who he is. But in time, he might. For now, it's a package deal you're willing to accept and put up with. You have a very pragmatic way of looking at this. He gets what he wants, you get what you need. And you're fine with that. Might as well try to enjoy it at the same time? [[Relax in the bath some more]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-752.png">You leave him in the kitchen with his laptop and failsafe manual. Then you head upstairs to the bathroom and begin the long process of filling the bathtub. You undress, throw your clothes in a discarded pile on the floor and slip into the bathtub that's still filling up. There, you huddle your knees close to your chest, letting the warmth of the water slowly rise over your toes, your ankles and waist. Eventually, after sitting there for a moment, trying to clear your head, the bathtub is filled. You can't help but think back on Don, and your whole situation here with him. And everything he's done... He can be a bit of a selfish ass, and even without that trait, he is a complicated man. But also a gentle soul, when he wants to be. And your savior, who continues to help you. Even now he's down there, reading through a ridiculously huge manual, trying to figure out how to disable the failsafe. You realize that the first thought that enters your mind when thinking about Don is that... [[You respect him...]] [[You tolerate him...|You respect him...]] <<if $don_love_points >= 4>>[[You love him...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-757.png">A while later you wake up, in the bedroom. What happened...? Don is there, sitting next to you on the bed. He's got you in a sitting position, leaning against a bunch of pillows. Your naked body is covered by a blanket. Don is pressing something to the back of your head. "Ah fuck, that hurts..." you wheeze through gritted teeth when Don puts more pressure on your head. It feels cold. "Sorry. Got to get that bruise down. I heard a thud and came running, saw you lying there on the bathroom floor..." he explains. "But don't worry, it didn't look serious. And you've been out less than a minute." he reassures you. Your head is killing you, but all you can do is stare at Don in confusion. "I was just having a shower... Then I... I remember my heart beating fast. Scary fast. What's wrong with me?" you ask, hoping Don has some answers. "You weren't doing anything else? Just showering?" he asks. Yeah, that's pretty much what you were doing... "Yes. Or, well... I was freaking out about the next substance test..." you confess. Don lets out huff of air, like he's thinking. Then, he says: "It could be something very serious, but it could also just be a panic attack." Panic? That actually fits... You were literally panicking just thinking about the next test. Holy shit it's happening again... "Don, my chest hurts..." you whisper, inexplicably out-of-breath. "Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm here." he says with a soothing voice, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tight. You lean into him, digging yourself into his embrace, shivering, heart beating again in irregular patterns. "I'm scared..." you admit, unable to shake a feeling of dread that has firmly gripped your heart. Don says, with a calming voice: [[It's natural to be scared.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-758.png">He continues hugging you and keeps pressing the cold thing to the back of your head. And you let him say soothing things to you, whisper that it's going to be alright as you shiver quietly in his arms. It takes several minutes, at least you think so, until you've finally calmed down again. "The next substance we need to test is not an injection, alright? It's a pill. And I won't strap you onto the massage table. Sounds good?" he says, stroking your hair. The throbbing pain at the back of your head is gone now, replaced by a dull pulsing sensation, reminding you of your fall. Weakly, you nod at Don's words. "We can also wait, if you want to. We don't need to do it tonight." he says, reassuring you. But you've finally collected yourself. The sooner the tests are over, the better... "No, let's just get this over with. I'm ready." you claim, dismissing Don's concern. "You sure?" Yes, you are. "Absolutely." you say, releasing your hug and sitting back up straight in the bed. The look he's giving you... It's almost like he's... Proud? "Very good. I'll fetch the substance. Don't get up, we can do this test from here." he says, making the bed more comfortable for you. When he leaves, you lie down and snuggle the blanket up a bit higher. Soon, Don is back, holding two pills and a glass of water. Curious, you ask: [['"Why is this a pill and not an injections?"'|Why is this a pill and not an injections?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-759.png">"This is Paroxetine. It's commonly taken by mouth. It's actually used as an antidepressant in humans." he explains, holding up the pills and the glass of water. Gingerly, you accept them, staring at the small things resting on your palm. "So if this works, I'll just have to take some pills every day, rather than injections, to keep the shocks away, permanently shutting down the secondary receivers?" you ask. At your words, Don nods. "That's right. It would be a nice bonus, right?" he replies with a smile. Yes, yeah, it definitely would. Right. You can do this Amanda. With the glass in one hand, and the pills in the other, you... [[Take the pills and wash them down with water]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-760.png">No pain, no gain. Isn't that a saying? You're sure it's a saying. But no, really, you do hope there isn't going to be pain involved this time... The odds of that are extremely slim though, since this is something humans take as medicine too... What the heck, here goes. The pills are easy to swallow and the cold water feels refreshing. You didn't realize just how thristy you were. And now you just wait again. Don starts a timer on his phone. "Alright, let's rest a couple of hours and then see if the shocks are still at full strength." he says. You're definitely not going to argue with that. The two of you lie down, side by side in the bed. Don's got his clothes on, but you're naked under the blanket.<<if $don_love_points >= 4>> "Thank you, Don. For helping me." You find yourself saying, glancing over to his side. He simply waves his hand, dismissing the subject. "No need to thank me. You're already repaying me as it is." he replies. Yeah, indeed you are... <<if $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don is true>>"Still. I'm grateful." you insist, leaning over to his side and planting a fleeting kiss on his cheek. You then roll back to your side of the bed before he has a chance to reply or react. He mutters, uncharacteristically softly: "You're welcome..."<</if>><</if>> You close your eyes and try to rest, feeling confident that this substance won't hurt you. [[Rest a moment]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-761.png">You feel nothing strange at all as you close your eyes. A while later, Don's alarm buzzes, waking both of you. Has two hours already passed? Groggy, you open your eyes. "How are you feeling?" Don asks from his side of the bed. "Completely normal, actually..." you say, surprised. He smiles. "Good. I'll go downstairs and pull the plug for the failsafe, for just a moment. Try to feel if the shocks are localized to your chest, or everywhere." he says, jumping up from the bed. Sometimes during your sleep, he's taken off his clothes you realize, as he walks completely naked out from the bedroom. You admire his ass on his way out. Wait, no you didn't... You hastily look the other way, blushing. "Ready? Three.. Two..." you hear Don shouting from downstairs. "...One..." The shocks flush over you again, but just for a brief moment. Stunned, you lie there, panting... Don returns. "Well?" he queries, sitting down next to you on the bed. "Uhh... Full... Strength..." you admit, weakly. Those shocks were completely normal, full force... "Damn it..." Don sighs, crawling under his blanket. "That's a shame. This is the first substance that hasn't showed any side-effects at all. But don't worry, we've got a few more substances we can try. Tomorrow." he reassures, placing a hand on your shoulder. You glance at him. Always so positive. He really believes you're going to find a substance, doesn't he? "Alright. I'm exhausted." you comment, to which Don nods. "Yeah, me too. Good night, Amanda." he simply replies. "Good night, Don." you reply. [[Feeling good, you go to sleep]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-658.png">He just... Almost drowned you... You just cannot get over that fact... Finally, free from the ropes, you storm upstairs into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Your heart is beating irregularily now, but you try to calm yourself down as best as you can, sitting on the toilet seat with your arms wrapped around you. Eventually you stand up and stare at the image looking back at you in the mirror. What you see is someone who looks like you, but feels alien. The android staring back at you in the mirror looks defeated, broken from within... For a while you linger here, unable to form coherent thoughts. Don simply... Assumed you would be able to drink all that it time... What would've happened if you didn't...? Finally, you pull away from the mirror, unlocking the bathroom door and reluctantly heading back to the living room. Don has cleared away the ropes and the mask while you were gone. [[Come over here - Don calls from the couch]]

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Stats</h1>Your submissiveness: $submissiveness Your defiance: $defiance Your love for Don: $don_love_points Your submissiveness increases when you do as Don asks. Your defiance increases when you refuse Don. Your love for Don increases/decreases in certain situations, starting from Sequence 2. Submissiveness and defiance are usually compared to each-other to see which is higher, while love affects the story directly. Submissiveness and defiance typically "reset" when a day ends, to a certain extent. I.e. if you were purely submissive one day, and not defiant at all, by the end of the day you might have submissiveness 10 and defiance 0. At the start of a new day, these are "normalized" so you start the new day with submissiveness 3 and defiance 0. This represents the fact that your past actions do shape your character's personality, but they don't define it entirely. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "lost1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-762.png">It takes you a while to fall asleep again as your shocked body recovers. Don has fallen asleep a while ago, but you don't want to wake him or disturb him. Instead, you keep your eyes closed, listening to his calm breathing. Eventually, you too calm down enough to fall asleep. ... Somehow, you know that you're asleep and dreaming. In the dream, you find yourself wandering a dark corridor. You can barely see a thing, but you can feel the metallic floor under your naked feed. It's sticky with some sort of fluid. Wires are entangled everywhere on the floor, like the vines or roots. There's a faint light in the far end of the corridor, and that's where you're heading, trying not to trip in the process. When you approach the light, you glance down. The only thing you're wearing is a patient's gown, like you're a patient at a hospital. In this dream, you notice, you do not have an energy meter on your wrist. A whisper from behind you demands your attention. [[Turn towards the sound]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "nightmare1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-763.png">You turn around, trying to see the source of the sound. The corridor you came from is gone, replaced by a large, dimly lit room. Disoriented, you glance around. You're no longer in the corridor at all. The dimly lit room looks like a laboratory of some sort. There are equipment that you've never seen before everywhere, some tiny, some huge, as far as the eye can see. You pick a random direction to walk in. It's freezing here. Your breath is forming clouds in front of you as you stride through the room. A large glass container catches your eye. The container is much larger and wider than you. It holds a thick green liquid that bubbles, almost like it's boiling. When you get near, you can tell there's something inside the liquid, a shadow. A hand slams against the glass container from within, palm first, fingers spread out... The glass begins to crack... Startled, you take a step back, tripping over a massive wire, falling down painfully onto the metallic floor. Horrified, you stare at the hand in container... The fingers are twisted, bent, broken... They're pointing in all directions, a horrifically inhuman hand. A face emerges from the vat to stare at you. Stunned, you realize that it's your face, staring back at you, but with empty dark sockets instead of eyes, and no mouth at all. [[Scream and run out of here!]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-764.png">The glass cracks open further, spilling green fluid everywhere. Screaming, you scramble to your feet, fighting against the wires that have come to life, threaten to grab your feet and arms. As quick as you can, you sprint out of the room, not glancing behind a single time. You hear the glass shattering behind you, releasing water onto the floor in a loud gush. And the thump of a body hitting the metallic floor... In blind panic you rush through the laboratory. You see an elevator door, open, and you rush inside, slamming the door shut, pressing all the buttons. The door bends inwards by a blow from the outside, but then the eleverator janks into motion, taking you downwards... Your heart is beating like a drum in your chest, but nothing more assaults the door... The elevator comes to a sudden stop and the door opens. This new room is brightly lit. Tentatively, you take a step forward out of the elevator. "Ah, Alpha-27417, how good of you to join us." a man in a lab coat says, walking up to you. Flinching, you take a step back, attempting to get back into the elevator. But it's gone. Instead, you trip and fall into a chair, taking the breath out of you. When you try to stand back up, straps have secured to the chair, pinning you to it by your ankles, wrists and neck. "Ready for your tests?" the man in the lab coat asks, holding a buzzing and bloody drill in his hand. He approaches. "No! Stay away!" you shout at the crazy scientist. Laughing, he brings the drill to your right eye. In a burst of agony and scream of terror, your eye pops with a loud, wet burst... [[Scream!|scream nightmare]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-765.png">As soon as you shriek in agony, the room, the chair, the scientist and the pain is gone. Gasping for air, you gingerly touch your face. Your eye is there, intact... You find yourself in a new room, similar to the other one. The walls are adorned with multiple high-tech displays, flashing with blue light. It's then that you notice the bodyparts. Legs, arms, hands, feet and heads... Everywhere, in large boxes, just dozens upon dozens, stacked... Disgusted, you avert your eyes. But you notice they aren't bleeding. In fact, they look almost... Robotic. Upon closer inspection you realize that they are. There are wires sticking out from all the severed limbs. Your gaze goes further down the room. Now you can see rows upon rows of androids, each in various stages of development. Some are nothing more than skeletal frames, while others are nearly complete, their lifelike features frozen in an eerie stillness. Some of their faces are contorted in fear and anguish, grotesque masks of terror. Your kin, you realize, assembled and terrified. Morbidly curious, yet afraid, you approach one of the androids. It's standing up, in a neat row next to all the others, hands to its sides, unmoving. It's a woman, and just like you, she looks exactly like a normal human. And just like you, she's wearing a hospital gown. Her face is distorted in pain, but she doesn't appear to be awake. There's something eerily familiar with her... In stunned silence, you stare at her. It's Emma, the girl that went missing, the one who was first found dead in the woods! You stare at her with a gaping mouth, speechless. Why is she in your dream? Then you hear the whispering sound again from behind you... [[Turn around]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-766.png">You leave Emma's android body alone, turning to look behind you. There, in the far corner of the room, is a shape, curled up in a ball. Slowly, you approach, leaving Emma behind you. When you get closer, you see it's a woman, crying there in the corner, hiding her face. Another android? She too is wearing a hospital gown, just like you, just like Emma. "Hello... Are you ok?" you ask, a few feet away. The weeping woman looks up. No, it can't be... It's Jessica! The other dead girl found in the woods. "They... did things... to us..." she whispers, staring at you. "Don't you remember?" she say, wiping the tears from her eyes. You stare at the woman you've only seen on TV. She's dead, you know it, but she's alive here in this nightmare. Dreading the answer, you say: <<set $linkText to "\"No I don't... What things?\"">>[[$linkText|No I don't... What things?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-767.png">As soon as you ask the question, the floor vanishes beneath you, swallowing you whole. Screaming, you fall through darkness. Then in an insant, you stop. When you open your eyes you realize that you're lying down, on your back in a new room. Grunting, you attempt to stand up. But something's preventing you... Upon further inspection, you realize that you're completely immobile, tied to a hospital bed. To your right, Jessica is tied to another bed, just like you. To your left, Emma is also tied. To your dismay, you realize that all three of you are completely naked. Emma appears to be awake now, at least she's turning her head slowly, blinking. "Emma? Jessica?" you want to ask, but something's stopping you. Muffled sounds come from your mouth instead, and you realize you're gagged. Desperate, you try to communicate with either of the girls, mumbling incoherently. They both turn to face you, but neither say a word. Now you see that they are also gagged, just like you. But they have a terrified look on their faces that chills your bones. Why are they looking so terrified? Then you see why. A large group of men in lab coats are approaching. "Initiating test 77." one of the men announces into a device. "Subjects in test 77: Alpha-27417, Beta-316 and Gamma-1992." he continues, with a calm voice. From your angle you can see the other men taking off their lab coats, stripping down to their underwear... Then with wide eyes you watch as they all strip down further, revealing their fully erect cocks... Emma and Jessica are squirming in their beds, struggling against their binds. Two naked men approach Emma, and you glance to your other side to see two men also approaching Jessica. Then, with a growing panic, you see two naked men also approaching you, with bored expressions on their faces, erect penises out. [[No, this isn't happening...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-768.png">"Test parameters: Calibrate response to double-penetration." the man in charge announces. You're no longer thinking about what's happening to Emma and Jessica as the two men grab you, opening your bindings. "Mhrgpgh!" you shout, struggling against them, but they simply ignore you. Having released you from the bed, they now tie your wrists together behind your back. Then they lift you up and turn your around so that you're facing down. One of the men crawls up onto the bed, lying flat on his back under you. You stare into his bored eyes, then down at his rock hard member, inches away from your exposed pussy... The other man stands behind you, a firm grip on your hips, lifting you up. The man under you is pushing you up by your chest and shoulder. "Pllffhh..." you plead, drooling from your gag. "Begin.." the announcer says. In unison, the men insert themselves into you, the man behind you sliding his cock into your ass, the man under you into your pussy. You scream into the gag, just like Emma and Jessica are doing around you. You're helplessly bound and pounded by the two men for a long time, and you see Emma and Jessica are treated exactly the same. Then, finally, the announcer speaks up: "Data extraction completed for the test. All parameters are normal. Successfully ending test 77. Initiating test 78." [[The men pull out of you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-769.png">Immediately when the announcer says test 77 is concluded, the men pull out. Those dead staring eyes of the men... Somehow, in this nightmare of your own imagination, you realize that they aren't men at all. They are androids too! After they've pulled out of you, they tie you back onto the bed. Emma and Jessica are given the same treatment. "Subjects in test 78: Alpha-27417, Beta-316 and Gamma-1992." the announcer repeats into the device. The android-man who fucked your ass approaches you. You're bound and gagged, unable to move or scream as he grabs a massive scalpel, coming to stand next to you. The announcer says with a bored voice: "Test parameters: Calibrate time to die from bleeing out." What!? With a dull and bored expression on its face, the android-man leans over you, scalpel in hand. "Nnghggh!" You're screaming into the gag, thrashing in the bed against your bindings. But he simply grabs your hair, pulling your head back. In terrified panic you glance at Emma... One of the men is doing exactly the same to her. Then the man slits Emma throat. You stare with wide eyes at her, gurgling and choking on her blood. It's gushing everywhere... Then you feel the cool metal of the scalpel on your throat and an instant later sharp pain. Gurgling in panic and confusion, you know that your throat is severed. Blood is flowing into your lungs... You desperately try to stay awake and alive, but your vision blurs. The last thing you see is the android-man leaning over you, drenched in your blood, dull eyes staring at you. [[...|nightmare over]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "home_alone1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-770.png">The nightmare ends, you just know it somehow. Shivering in the bed, you slide back into sleep, this time in blissful silence with neither dreams or nightmares visiting your tired bones. ... You awaken the next morning to Don's alarm. "Sorry to wake you this early. It's monday. Got to get back to work today..." he explains. Right. Weekend's over, time to get back to the usual schedule. The clock shows it's 6 AM... Urgh, damn these early mornings... With a groggy head, still half asleep, you mumble: "Don..?" Your thoughts are going to back to the nightmare you had tonight. Your worried voice gets his full attention. "Yeah? Something on your mind?" He was just about to get out of bed, but now sits back down. You hesistate... It's just a nightmare, which you probably shouldn't look into too much. But on the other hand, Don mentioned you might have some memories still hidden within you, since the clean reboot apparently didn't wipe everything. Still, the presence of Emma and Jessica in the dream are just further proof that it couldn't have been a memory... Half memory at the most, then. [[Tell him about your nightmare]] [[Tell him to be careful at work today instead]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-771.png"><<set $day6_talk_about_nightmare to true>>"I had some nightmares tonight..." you begin, trying to make sense of it all. "I'm... Not surprised. It's a known side-effect for Paroxetine, even in humans." he explains. Huh... Really? Well, that explains why you had them, but not the contents of them... You feel the need to tell him more about the nightmare. "I was in a research facility, with a bunch of other androids." Don cocks his head at your words. "I think what I saw could've been a memory... But, only some parts..." you continue. "That's... Extremely unlikely. But go on." He comments, crossing his arms with a thoughtful expression on his face. You continue: "They were doing tests on me... They even killed me, Don, slit my throat as part of a test." Just the memory of that dull expression on the android-man's face has you shivering, the feeling of the cold metal of the scalpel slicing your veins open... Instinctively you put your hand to your throat, as if to ensure it's not bleeding. "That sounds like a terrifying nightmare, Amanda." he begins. There's a but coming, isn't there? "But... I think you're reading too much into it. Paroxetine is known to cause nightmares." he repeats. <<if $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests is true>>"Besides, I told you about the tests in quite a lot of detail yesterday. Isn't it possible that your nightmare showed you what I told you, and your imagination took care of the rest?"<<else>>"After all, I did mention the tests yesterday. Isn't it possible that your imagination just took that small seed and conjured up a nightmare from that?"<</if>> he asks, trying to reassure you. Well, yeah, that sounds possible... [[Tell him about Emma and Jessica]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-772.png"><<set $day6_talk_about_nightmare to false>>"Just... Be careful at AIRI today, alright?" You tell him, hoping he continues to stay out of trouble. "I always am, don't worry." he says, giving you a wink and a smile. He then jump out of bed and starts putting his clothes on. "To save some time I suggest you test one of the substances yourself while I'm gone." Don says, pulling up his pants. "But what if something goes wrong again..." you ask, suddenly terrified. You don't want to try these things alone... "I understand your concern. But, we're moving down on the list. Meaning, the substances are less likely to work, but also less likely to cause side-effects. Please try Dextromethorphan, two pills. The chance for severe side-effects are practically zero." he reassures you while putting on his shirt. "Dextro... meth... orphan?" you repeat, trying to get it right. To which Don nods. Well, you can't say you're feeling good about testing a substance all alone... But if Don is correct, there should be a very small chance of complications. In the worst case, you get to cross out yet another suppressant candidate from the list. "Alright, fine. I'll test Dextromethorphan. But if you don't mind, I'd love to sleep for a while longer first..." you tell him with a big yawn. 6 AM mornings are just not your thing. He chuckles at your request, heading out of the bedroom. "Sleeping beauty indeed. I'll see you in the afternoon. Let me know how the test goes." He says, waving his goodbye from the bedroom door. "I will, see you later..." you reply, just a tired whisper. [[Sleep some more, no point waking up this early]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-774.png">He pauses, almost out of the bedroom. "I'll bring the scramblers here today. I've almost figured out all the signals we need. If the substance works as a suppressant, we can do the operation already this evening, remove those things from your chest!" he adds, a smile on his face, then he heads downstairs. That's good news indeed! For a short while you hear him rummaging around in the kitchen. Then you hear the front door opening and closing, and his car driving away. For now, you'd rather rest a while longer before thinking about the Dextro-substance test... After all, the nightmare took away a good night's sleep, and Don's early alarm didn't help either. When you close your eyes you think back on the suppressants you've already tested. 4 of the 7 substances Don has gotten his hands on have been tested and only one of them worked, which turned you violent. What are the odds that none of the three remaining substances work as suppressants? Your thoughts move on to the failsafe signals. Don has made some significant progress on the scramblers. He's got them built and even knows how to code the signals into them. Now all he needs is to continue reading through that massive failsafe manual to figure out the exact signals he needs to send. Then he can flood the sensors with false positives, while also countering the negative alarms and kill-switch command. You think you understand it all. With those thoughts you fall asleep again, a small smile on your lips. Everything will be alright. Don and you have things figured out. [[Sleep a while longer]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-773.png">"That would explain all the definitely-not-memory parts of the nightmare." you tell yourself as much as him. His raised eyebrow demands further explanations though. "I uh... You know the girls that went missing, found dead? They were there, in my nightmare as androids being tested on, just like me..." Don's expression grows a bit more worried, but just for a second, before quickly returning to a smile. "Well that's as good a proof as any that what you saw wasn't a memory. Those missing girls have nothing to do with AIRI at all. It's likely just your brain taking bits and pieces of information that you find disturbing and mashing it all together into a crazy nightmare soup." he concludes. As always, what Don says makes perfect sense. You knew there likely wasn't any connection at all, but you just had to hear it from him. "Yeah you're probably right. It was a pretty fucked up dream..." you admit. "I doubt you'll see any more of those either. Paroxetine didn't work as a suppressant, so we'll just stop touching that stuff and your nightmares will go away." Don reassures you. To that, you nod and hope he's right. Your worries are calmed and he gives you a wink and a smile, then jumps out of bed and starts putting his clothes on. "To save some time I suggest you test one of the substances yourself while I'm gone." Don says, pulling up his pants. "But what if something goes wrong again..." you ask, suddenly terrified. You don't want to try these things alone... "I understand your concern. But, we're moving down on the list. Meaning, the substances are less likely to work, but also less likely to cause side-effects. Please try Dextromethorphan, two pills. The chance for severe side-effects are practically zero." he reassures you while putting on his shirt. "Dextro... meth... orphan?" you repeat, trying to get it right. To which Don nods. Well, you can't say you're feeling good about testing a substance all alone... But if Don is correct, there should be a very small chance of complications. In the worst case, you get to cross out yet another suppressant candidate from the list. "Alright, fine. I'll test Dextromethorphan. But if you don't mind, I'd love to sleep for a while longer first..." you tell him with a big yawn. 6 AM mornings are just not your thing. He chuckles at your request, heading out of the bedroom. "Sleeping beauty indeed. I'll see you in the afternoon. Let me know how the test goes." He says, waving his goodbye from the bedroom door. "I will, see you later..." you reply, just a tired whisper. [[Sleep some more, no point waking up this early]]

<<silently>> <<if def $day5_mask_water>> <<else>> <<set $day5_mask_water to $day5_mask_piss>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-775.png">Your sleep is uninterrupted by nightmares and unpleasant thoughts. A while later, you awake feeling truly well rested and full of energy. What an incredible sensation after this weekend! And it's barely 9 AM too. Feeling very good indeed, you climb out of bed, take a quick shower, put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and head downstairs for breakfast. You eat it deliberately slowly, not wanting to face the substance test, which Don suggested you do alone. But eventually, you can't delay it any more. It's 9.45 AM now and Don is likely going to be home late in the afternoon again, expecting you to have ruled out Dextromethorphan as a suppressant. Well, it's time to try it out... Having gathered your courage, you head to the living room. There, on the table in front of the couch, is the box of substances Don has brought. You flicker through the vials of liquid and bottles with pills. There. Dextromethorphan. On the side of the bottle is written in fine print: "Cough suppressant. Can cause side-effects such as drowsiness, blurred vision or nausea." Huh. So, humans apparently use this to suppress the urge to cough, but something about this substance makes Don think it might also work to suppress the secondary triggers within you? Interesting... Well, the list of possible side-effects doesn't sound so bad. You pop up the bottle, shake out two pills, seal the bottle and head to the kitchen where you draw a glass of water. Right, here goes... [[Take the pills]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-776.png">That was the easy part. Now comes the dreaded wait of at least 2 hours before you can test if this dampens the shocks or not. You can either <<if $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons is true>>start reading a new book<<else>>finish reading the book "Four soft lessons"<</if>> or watch some TV. Realistically speaking, you have time for both of those things. <<if $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons is false>>The book doesn't even have that many pages left, just a single chapter to wrap up the story. Then you can move on to the next book.<</if>> With so many hours to wait for Don, you decide to begin by reading a little. <<if $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons is true>>You grab one of the books you haven't read yet from Don's kinky book pile.<<else>>You grab the book you've been reading and lie down comfortably in the couch. It takes you barely an hour to finish the few pages you had left. This book, "Four soft lessons", was definitely worth the read, you conclude as you put it away. Your cheeks are blushing red from the hot scenes in those few final chapters. But it's still too early to try the substance. Thus, you grab another book from Don's kinky book pile.<</if>> This one's called "Club nightlands". [[Read the new book]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-777.png">The book "Club nightlands" starts off with a female protagonist, Jenny, crashing her car in a ditch, in the middle of a storm, and seeking shelter in a nearby house. But it's quickly revealed that the house is a sort of private club, and she has two choices: Linger in the hallway, alone and freezing, until the storm settles and a tow truck can pick up her car. Or, sign a piece of paper and join the club as a guest like any other. Naturally, this wouldn't be much of a spicy fiction if the woman just sat there in the hallway, so she ends up reading the contract somewhat hastily and scratching her name onto the piece of paper. Having showered and cleaned the mud out of her hair, the female protagonist of the book is given new clothes. When she joins the other guests, she realizes she probably should've read the contract in more detail... The book reads: "So, uhh.... What sort of club is this, exactly?" A woman's sudden wailing is heard loudly over the music and murmur of the crowd. It sounded like an unmistakable orgasm.... Heat flares in Jenny's face. With amusement, the man answers her: "This is a private club. Tonight is bdsm night, pet. Didn't you read the rules of the contract? The protagonist of the story finally realizes what she's gotten herself into. Even after seeing people doing all sorts of things in more or less clothing, and being told about that bondage and bdsm is, the protagonist still chooses to stay. The book slowly introduces the club, with the protagonist Jenny just observing the action, puzzled by the place. A couple of chapters later, the man and Jenny are having a somewhat intimate scene. The book reads: Setting the glass down, he took her face between his hands, as if he'd heard her thoughts. Then he brought his mouth down on hers. His way of holding her in place sent hunger searing through her veins, making her heart beat faster. With knowledgeable and firm lips, he tested her response. They way he took control urged her mouth to open, and he plunged in, his tongue stroking hers. Between her legs, a burning sensation took hold. In a desperate attempt to keep herself upright, she clung onto his muscular forearms. The man took hold of her wrists with a low laugh, putting her arms around his neck instead. Then he nudged her legs apart, pulling her closer. With a steady hand on her bottom he rubbed her mound against his erection. When he finally pulled away, she was tremling... Her hands were digging deep into his shoulders and she gasped for breath. Blushing and breathing harder yourself, you can't help but think how steamy things are getting for Jenny, the protagonist of the book. [[Continue reading]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-778.png">Much later in the book, Jenny ends up breaking the rules of the club and being spanked for it publicly. She had ruined the night for a couple of the guests, and since she signed the contract, she was forced to endure punishment. The concept sounds very familiar to you indeed... You continue reading for a while still, glancing at the clock between chapters. Finally, around half-way through the book, it's time. It has now been two hours since you took the pills. And to your astonishment there doesn't seem to be any side-effects, at least not yet. You know what to do. Gingerly, you approach the failsafe device in the corner of the room, kneel down and grab its cord attached to the socket in the wall. If this works, you'll just feel a little bit of pain in your chest. If it doesn't, you'll be in so much pain that it's going to be very hard to put this cord back into the socket. Not impossible, just tricky. You can do this Amanda... With those encouraging thoughts, you pull the cord out in one smooth motion, keeping it as close to the socket as possible, ready to push it back inside immediately if things start hurting. It starts in the chest, a strong shock that knocks the air out of you. You're about to push the cord back into the socket when you realize that it's not getting worse. Instead, you feel a throbbing pain that makes it hard to think and breathe, but that's about it. A big smile creeps up on your lips, even through the pain. This actually works! You finally manage to push the cord back, removing all of the painful shocks. For a short while you just sit there, leaning against the wall next to the failsafe, amazed, laughing. This is too good to be true. No side-effects and it works as a complete suppressant for the secondary receivers. Don is going to be amazed! [[Get up and celebrate with lunch]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq5/5-779.png">In a mood to celebrate this huge breakthrough, you head to the kitchen, with spring in your steps. You're now so close to removing the failsafe's grasp over you. All you need now is for Don to figure out the signals, then program them into the scramblers. And finally have him operate on you, removing the primary receiver and trigger from you. Of course, all that could go horribly wrong and kill you... But right now, you don't care about the risk, instead focusing on the positive progress: You finally found a substance that works as a suppressan! Making lunch is effortless today. You find a recipe for pasta carbonara on one of the packages in the kitchen. And evne though it actually turns out to be quite complicated, compared to the other things you've tried making, you decide to give it a try. After a while, you think you know what you're doing. Following the recipe to the letter, you finally conjure up a meal that looks delicious. You take your price, head to the living room and put on the TV. The plate of pasta carbonara in your lap smells delicious. You're sitting on the couch, browsing the channels. <<if $day4_read_four_soft_lessons is false>>Apparently they are once again running the documentary about the missing girls. But it looks like you missed some parts, as what they're showing on the screen now is a bit different. This is part 2, you realize.<<else>>It appears they're showing a documentary about the missing girls.<</if>> This almost counts as news, which you're not in the mood to watch, but you feel it'd be rude to change channels now. You're too invested in the fate of these missing girls. [[Eating your pasta, you watch the documentary]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-802.png">That's enough TV for now. You shut the thing off and glance at the clock. It's 1 PM. Don should be home soon... Your thoughts are interrupted by a buzzing noise. It's faint, but persistent. Curious, you approach the sound, trying to find the source. You walk aross the living room until the buzzing is right next to you. It's a cellphone, with the screen lit up. You blink down at it, recognizing it as Don's phone<<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>, the temporary one he got so that he could avoid being tracked by AIRI.<</if>>. Did Don forget it here or leave it deliberately? A number is calling it, with no ID. You really shouldn't be picking it up, it could be anyone after all... But it could also be Don, couldn't it? With that thought, you reach down and grab the phone. As soon as you pick it up, the buzzing stops. Damn, you were too slow. But then a voice automatically comes out from the cellphone. Don's voice is unmistakable: "Amanda, it's me. I hope you hear this message." he says, talking loudly from the phone. "I hear you..." you begin, but Don simply talks over you immediately as you do. Right, this isn't a call, it's just a voice message from him? He says: "AIRI figured out what I was doing and is trying to bring me in. I'm heading to where you are, but I'm being followed. I need to throw them off my trail." he says, sounding quite stressed and alarmed. In the background, you can hear the sound of sirens. What the hell happened there today...? "If anyone comes there, DO NOT OPEN! Do not let them know you're there!" he says with a firm voice. In the background, you can hear honking and car tires screeching. "Listen, this is important: Test all three remaining substances today, don't worry about the risk of substances interacting and mixing: We're out of time. If none of them work, put aside the vial of Anabolic-Androgenica. We need to operate today no matter what. And pack our things, it's not safe at the house anymore." he instructs, with a clear voice. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I love you Amanda..." he almost whispers, and with that the message ends. [[Stare at the cellphone]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-847.png">Your head is spinning and you would've fainted if you hadn't been sitting on the couch already. It's like the walls all falling in on you and the living room just can't stop shaking. Closing your eyes help a little bit, but it doesn't stop the growing panic that's welling up in your chest. Was that Don, in the recorded interview, at the Cambridge campus? That means he could've... He... And the girl, Hanna, why did she look so familiar... You rush upstairs to the bathroom, throwing the door up with a loud bang, staring at yourself in the mirror. There's no denying it. With this haircolor, and the one Hanna had... It's like she's your doppelganger... At once, everything you've picked up over the past few days, related to the missing girls, comes rushing at you in a terrifying torrent. You've had a feeling about Don for a while now, hidden at the back of your mind... <<if $day4_ask_don_about_girls is true>>You even confronted him about the missing girls, didn't you? But he categorically denied that he knew much of anything about them... <</if>>But now, there he was, at the campus. Sure, you only got a short glimpse at a distance, but that face and hair... The similarities are just too striking. Combine that with the fact that Hanna looks like you... Your gaze falls down on the energy-meter on your wrist. What the fuck does this all mean... But at the back of your mind, you've already decided what it means. You've tried to make sense of things before, but you finally see it clearly. And what you see freightens you to your very core. [[Could you be Hanna?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-803.png">You're completely stunned into silence by Don's message. He's being hunted, that much is clear. How is he planning to get away from them... Everything just fell apart in an instant, your plans shattered. No... Just no. This simply won't do. This cannot be how the story ends, with Don being arrested and some strangers knocking on the door, dragging you away. You won't accept that. You've been through so much with Don. You hear Don's concerned and alarmed voice over and over in your head. He even said that he... That he... Loves you...? Amidst your fear and anxiety, you get a warm feeling in your chest. Despite everything he's done and his bdsm desires, he really does love you, doesn't he? <<if $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don is true>>And you love him.<<else>>However, you're not yet sure how you feel about him, but you certainly do have some emotions for him. That you cannot deny.<</if>> But right now he wanted you to figure out a substance that finally works, which you already did. He'll be operating today to remove the failsafe mechanism from you for good, assuming that he manages to escape whoever is hunting him... You suddenly recall what Don said. Right. You need to pack. It's not safe here anymore, according to him. [[Start packing]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-804.png"><<set $day7_pack_bdsm_toys to false>>You rush upstairs, creating a mental check-list of all the things you'll need. Toothbrush, toothpaste, towels, all of your clothes, a lot of Don's clothes... Yeah, best to start with the most obvious things. After a bit of searching around you find a couple of duffle bags hidden in Don's bedroom, at the bottom of a closet. You dust them off and set to work. Soon, you've packaged all the basic things you can come up with. Perhaps you should also pack some food? You bring your duffle bag to the kitchen, rummaging around for a moment. Something that won't spoil immediately... As you choose suitable items, you can't help but feel a deep concern for how things turned out. Don is being chased right now, with the scramblers, trying to escape those in AIRI that are pursuing him. Maybe even the police too, if AIRI called for backups? After all, you are an illegal android, literally banned by the government... You try your best to push those thoughts away. They're only getting you worked up. Besides, there's nothing you can do but wait and hope for the best. You return to the living room with the duffle bag full of food, then glance at the clock. It's been 40 minutes since Don called, and he's not here yet. Not that you expected him to arrive so fast... You leave your full bag in the living room, then head back upstairs for Don's bag. It's lighter than yours, able to fit a few more items. Your gaze finds Don's bdsm locker. Well there's a thought... [[Decide not to pack Don's bdsm toys|Decide not to pack them]] <<if $submissiveness >= $defiance>>[[Pack some of Don's bdsm toys too]]<</if>>

NOTE FROM DEVELOPERS: This is a work in progress. The art is not finished yet. From now on, if you have images enabled in the config menu, you will see a placeholder image at the top of the screen. To hide these placeholder images, open the "Config" menu and select "Hide images". You'll likely need to repeat this process if you load your game too. NEW: Downstairs - garage - Massage table (moves to living room for entirety of Sequence 4) - Tools - living room - Wall-to-ceiling windows, can be slide open to enter backyard - TV - Couch - Failsafe device + battery (after sequence 3?) - kitchen - Table - Some chairs - Fridge - Shelves - Cooking stove - hallway - Connects rooms downstairs Upstairs - bathroom - Washing machine - Bathtub + shower - Sink + Drawer - Mirror above sink - bedroom - Large bed - Drawers - Locker with bdsm toys OLD: North: Front door. East (run rises): Bedroom South: Living room West: Kitchen Layout: West: Restroom and Kitchen. North: The front door. Livingroom goes through whole house from north to south. East: Bedroom on north-east side. Garage on south-east side. South: Living room, surrounded by kitchen on west, garage on east. Content: Garage: Door to south. Surgical bed and tools. Kitchen: Typical kitchen. Living room: Couch, transmitter box, TV. Restroom: Bathtub, shower, mirror, drawers under sink, sink. Hairdrier. Bedroom: locker with bondage gear, bed, closet with Don's clothes. Transmitter range: Garage door and front door are out-of-reach. Going out of the window is also out of reach a few meters from the house.

Bra/Bikini: Bikini bottoms and Strings. (black x2, red x2, blue x2) Bras that match them thematically. (black x2, red x2, blue x2) Skirts: 1 mini skirt: Black. 1 mini skirt: White (missing if day4_hide_stained_clothes is true) 1 A-line skirt: Green 1 pencil skirt: Grey Shirts: 1 sleeveless shirt: Pink (missing if day4_hide_stained_clothes is true) 1 regular t-shirt: Green 1 regular t-shirt: Black 1 long-sleeved shirt: Black Pants: 1 straight jeans: Blue Socks: 10 pairs, lots of different options. Day 4: You get two pairs of shoes.

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Changelog</h1><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.16.0 -> 0.17.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.17.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: 100%) - Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (art: 100%) Changelog: - Added 15 new images to Sequence 4. Sequence 4 now has all of its art finished! - Re-wrote the visual description of the mask in the hard punishment scene in Sequence 4, to match available assets. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.15.0 -> 0.16.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.16.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: 100%) - Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (art: ~85%) Changelog: - Added 13 new images to Sequence 4. We're now roughly 85% done finished with the art for Sequence 4. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.14.0 -> 0.15.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.15.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 (art: 100%) - Sequence 4 (art: ~70%) Changelog: - Added 22 new images to Sequence 4. We're now roughly 70% finished with the art for Sequence 4. - Re-wrote Sequence 4 "horny substance" sex-scenes to no longer have a shirt over Amanda's face, and no longer occur in bedroom (due to technical reasons, to match with available assets and rendered images) <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.13.0 -> 0.14.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.14.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 (art: 100%) - Sequence 4 (art: ~15%) - No story changes, only new images - Synthetic Rush started working on Sequence 4 and we now have 35 new images for you! <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.12.0 -> 0.13.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.13.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: ~85%) - This update contains only new images, no modifications or fixes in the story - Synthetic Rush created 47 brand new images, bringing to life the bdsm scene in Sequence 3 <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.11.1 -> 0.12.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.12.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: ~35%) - In Ending 4: Incertus Postremo, only hint that Amanda is an android but do not confirm it (only Ending 5 has the definitive answer now). - In Ending 5: Animus Liberatio, hint that Don was possibly lying about the rules Amanda (as an android) must follow. - Synthetic Rush created more art to Sequence 3 (over 20 new images). - Based on user feedback, replaced image 1-157 with candle+wax version for proper wax play visuals. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.10.0 -> 0.11.1</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.11.1 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: ~7%) - v0.11.1 patch: Fixed an instance of Don saying he's not sorry for hurting you. - v0.11.1 patch: Added alternative motivation for Amanda to kill Don rather than relying only on the idea that she thinks she's Hanna. Her primary motivation can also be revenge now (player choice). - v0.11.1 patch: Fix bug where ring-gag is mentioned in Sequence 2 towards the end, but wasn't seen as part of the punishment for refusing taking Don into your mouth. - Synthetic Rush created art for the first 20 passages in Sequence 3. - Complete rewrite of the defiant path's tone and in-game reasons for Don to punish Amanda. Lean heavily on the notion that Amanda is a sex-bot, trained to be treated a certain way, and if she doesn't get this treatment her actions and thoughts can become unstable and dangerous. - The defiant path contains now a slightly less sadistic Don, that fits better with the "neutral moments" that happen in the game. Note: None of the scenes have been removed. All the same punishment and bdsm scenes are still there in the defiant path, only the things said between Don and Amanda have changed, both during and leading up to the scenes. Hopefully it feels like a whole new game now when playing through the defiant path. - The rewrite of the defiant path's interactions between Don and Amanda affects around 50 passages. It's possible I missed some interactions that still come across as far too sadistic for the new Don. I encourage you, the players, to catch these instances and report them to me so that I can properly clean up the defiant path to work with the new direction and new Don. - Added a new ending "Ending 5: Animus Liberatio". This ending is a good ending that you can get, where you previously you've ended up with an automatically bad ending. There are some conditions that needs to be met to get this ending, such as letting the stranger into the house, and making sure Don doesn't confront the stranger. New ending adds 10 passages and 4000 words of story. - Importing an old 0.10.0 save (or older) will most likely not work very well with version 0.11.0 due to the massive amount of story-telling changes that have been done. If you've played through with a completely submissive Amanda, then importing should be fine. Otherwise, I recommend finishing the game with the old 0.10.0 version or restarting the game in 0.11.0. Additionally, the new ending cannot be reached with an old save game. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.9.0 -> 0.10.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.10.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 100%) - Finalized art for the entire Sequence 2! - Tiny modification to end of Sequence 2, removed mentions of blankets from the bed scene to match images. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.8.0 -> 0.9.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.9.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: ~90%) - Expanded Sequence 0 discussion with Don in the kitchen from 1 passage to 4 passages of discussion between Amanda and Don - In Sequence 3 "Finish your breakfast" passage, expanded on Amanda's inner thoughts about the events of Sequence 2. Amanda has no frame of reference to know what is normal for humans, and what is normal for androids, and this is reflected in her inner thoughts. <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.7.0 -> 0.8.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.8.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: ~50%) - Added experimental feature "Sequence Selector" option in the menu, allowing players to directly jump to a specific sequence with a submissive or defiant Amanda. Meant for replay purposes for those who don't want to play through the whole game again just to see different paths. - Fixed an instances where Amanda's dialogue was given Don's color - Fixed an instance where the kid Thomas' dialogue was missing color - Added quotation marks around all player choices where Amanda is saying something, to differentiate between thoughts, actions and speech - Fixed various typos here and there - Fixed bug in config menu: font-size change to "large" was mentioned as being "small" size, even though the size was correctly changed to large. - Music script overhaul: New one-liner function in passages for changing music. - Music fadeout now also stops the track, meaning, when it's started again it starts from beginning, not where it was left. - Music fadein: New track doesn't immediately start at full volume, it takes 2 seconds until the track reaches target volume. - Lower threshold for "high love ending" from 25 to 23. - Finalized walkthough for the entire game (walkthrough version 0.8.0_v1, available as a separate download from the itch.io page) <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.6.0 -> v0.6.1 -> v0.7.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.7.0 art progress: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: 100%) Other sequences are still waiting for art. Detailed changes: - Fixed typos - Added art for the entire sequence 1 - Enhancement: Image cache mechanism fine-tuned to preload a couple of passages before, should be smooth loading of images (most notable difference on itch.io web-version of the game) - Bugfix: No longer restart title music if someone presses F5 or Ctrl + R on itch.io version of the game - Bugfix: Pressing "back to story" on a passage that sets variables (such as submissiveness, defiance or love) would apply the variable modification each time. This should no longer happen. - Bugfix: Music no longer fades out and disappears if a user presses "back to story" on a passage that modifies which music track is playing. - Changed text description of sequence 1 bedroom events to match daz-art assets (duct tape no longer wrapped around the whole head, just on the mouth, etc.) - Updated "note from devs" to no longer mention that the story is incomplete (the story is complete, has been since version 0.6.0 of the game) - Added "Psychological Horror" as a tag for the game to warn users about the dark and abusive content possible to experience in the game <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.5.0 -> v0.6.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.6.0 is 100% completed in terms of story. It contains roughly 160 000 words and 800 passages. It has the following chapters: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art: ~40%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art: 0%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art: 0%) - Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (art: 0%) - Sequence 5 - Breakthrough (art: 0%) - (Final chapter) Sequence 6 - Animus Eximo (art: 0%) The game has 4 endings: - Ending 1: Debeo Simul - Ending 2: Animus Liberum - Ending 3: Abeo Mors - Ending 4: Incertus Postremo Detailed changes: - Art: Synthetic Rush created ~40% of the art for Sequence 1 - Story: Wrote Sequence 6 - Animus Eximo - Story: Finished the story with 4 endings - Menu navigation fix: Finally found a way to make the "Back to story" button work even if players press multiple menu items in a row - Music: Added music to the story (credits and huge thank you for goes to Abstraction, http://abstractionmusic.bandcamp.com/ ) - Music: When importing an old save (0.5.0 or older) to 0.6.0 or newer version, the main menu music will play in your save until a passage is reached where the music is changed. Saving the story after that point and loading it will ensure the correct music plays again. This issue occurs only for saves imported from 0.5.0 and older versions! - Tutorial: Added a very short twine tutorial at the beginning of the game for new players - Typo: In the page where Don calls Amanda Animus Non Grata he says "covernment" instead of "government". (Fixed typo) - Sallad -> Salad (Fixed typo in 5 passages), oout -> out (Fixed typo in 1 passage), Other typos and small fixes - Bugfix: Broken element in Don's sentence "I know you're angry, but it's just the substance talking. Try to focus. Are the shocks you're feeling now as bad or much less painful, than you're used to?" (Fixed element) - Bugfix: When you watch the porn movie together with Don and choose not to tease him on your own, there's no text with him ordering you to get on your knees. (Now, the text appears.) - Story change: Change piss drink punishment to non-piss and non-punishment to lighter (Based on player feedback, found it suddenly out-of-character for Don. I agree.) - Story change: Remove "iron headboard" from bed, made it a "ring hook in the wall" instead (For sequence 1 purposes, to be compatible with art assets available) - Genre: Add disturbing warning content to game's websites and in-game (The game can be a very a dark stockholm syndrome story, if played that way, and some of the scenes can upset people.) - Config: Add night and day mode to config. Added font-size (small, medium large) to config. - Bugfix: Back to story buttons now work correctly on all menu pages <h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">v0.4.0 -> v0.5.0</h4><<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Version 0.5.0 contains the following chapters: - Sequence 0 - Awakening (art progress: 100%) - Sequence 1 - Dark desires (art progress: 0%) - Sequence 2 - Expectations (art progress: 0%) - Sequence 3 - Surprises (art progress: 0%) - Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (art progress: 0%) - Sequence 5 - Breakthrough (art progress: 0%) - The fantastic Daz artist Synthetic Rush joined the team and created art for Sequence 0 - New cover image created by Synthetic Rush - Wrote Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain - Wrote Sequence 5 - Breakthrough - Modified house composition to have an upstairs and a downstairs (bedroom and bathroom are upstairs), reflected in writing - Modified energy-meter to be a wrist-band instead of a screen, which shows different lights instead of % of energy (for Daz art compatibility) - Added placeholder images for all sequences (can be disabled in the Config-menu) - Fixed an error in Sequence 3 on the page where Don says you can leave the house for about 2 hours: "Error: bad conditional expression in if clause: Unexpected strict mode reserved word" - Minor changes to story to match Daz art (nightstand is now a locker, Amanda is not wearing socks in Sequence 0, small things like these). - Changed back yard from being mostly empty to a walled back yard with a gate - Changed window in living room to a wall-to-ceiling window that slides open - Changed bathtub+shower combo to be separate things <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq4/4-653.png">Mentally, you prepare for the task ahead. You can't keep holding your breath anymore, and the water in your mouth and the tube isn't going anywhere on its own... You take a small sip. It's surprisingly difficult to drink from the tube, you realize... But now your lungs are painfully burning and scream for air, you give up and take a large gulp. But there's more in the tube, and your lungs need air. Fuuu-uuck... You force another mouthful into your throat, almost coughing from the effort, threatening to fill your lungs with water... No, your lungs need air, right now! In panic you gulp down the rest of the water, crying into the mask as you do so. An impossibly long while later, sweet air greets your lips and mouth and you take a long, shaking and shivering breath of air. Shivering, you dry-heave and gag into the tube from the near-drowning experience... "Hopefully you've learned your lesson now." Don says and begins to open the clasps of your mask. He slowly peels it off, then opens the strap around your head connected to the mouth-piece. You're relieved to finally be able to see again and get the mask and mouth-piece off. But you're too stunned to come up with anything to say as Don begins opening your knots, one at a time, freeing you from the ropes. [[Run upstairs]]

<h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Sequence X - Test Title</h4>Lorem ipsum dolor, sit amen. "Don text here." "Amanda text here." "Stranger text here." "Researcher text here." "Boy Thomas text here." "Boy Jack text here." "Reporter text here." [[This is a link|House Info]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-805.png"><<set $day7_pack_bdsm_toys to true>>You know that he would want you to pack these things. It will show him just how submissive you are and the fact that you embrace it. Despite everything, you've grown quite used to giving control to Don. A small part of you can't even imagine leaving the house without these toys... You choose to pack a couple of handcuffs, some rope, a few gags, two dildos, a blindfold and feathers. With shaking hands you even put a collar, a whip and a candle into Don's duffle bag. There's room for nothing more, but that's alright. These should be more than enough for Don and you. A knock on the front door startles you. That can't possibly be Don... He wouldn't knock. You hear voices talking outside the house, downstairs. Shit! Just like Don warned you... Your heart is beating fast in your chest and you hands are shaking, just thinking about the fact that those people down there could be here to shut you down and destroy you. There's at least two of them, based on the voices, but you can't be sure. They knock again. [[Hide]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-806.png"><<set $day7_pack_bdsm_toys to false>>You know that he would want you to pack these things. It would show him just how submissive you are and the fact that you embrace it. A small part of you can't even imagine leaving the house without these toys... However, this is a crisis and there's no point packing unnecessary things. Instead, you close Don's duffle bag with determination and turn to head back downstairs. But a knock on the front door startles you. That can't possibly be Don... He wouldn't knock. You hear voices talking outside the house, downstairs. Shit! Just like Don warned you... Your heart is beating fast in your chest and you hands are shaking, just thinking about the fact that those people down there could be here to shut you down and destroy you. There's at least two of them, based on the voices, but you can't be sure. They knock again. [[Hide]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-807.png">You're safe inside, right? Even more so up here in the bedroom. But still, you suddenly fear for your life, like you've never done before. It's so tangible, your mortality, now that there are people here specifically looking for you. Instinct tells you to hide, and that you do. The bed will have to work. Dragging the duffle bag with you, you crawl under the bed, lying flat against the floor, listening. When you concentrate and listen carefully, you can hear footsteps. The people outside are walking around the house, at least one set of footsteps is approaching the backyard. And now there's another knock on the door. Or no, wait, that was louder. Are they trying to break in the door!? Truly freightened now, you remain huddled under the bed, trying your best to stay calm but alert to what the strangers are doing. A moment later you can hear the distant voice of a man shouting downstairs: "It's you! Stand down, you're under..." Then nothing. The voice abrubtly cuts off. The front door opens. Your heart is beating in your chest, blood rushing into your ears making it hard to focus. What the hell is going on down there... A short while later two loud bangs startle you. Someone's fired a gun! Huddling under the bed, you close your eyes and cover your ears, shaking uncontrollably. [[Stay hidden]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-808.png">Terrified and hidden under the bed, you fail to hear the approaching footsteps coming up the stairs. "Amanda!?" A familiar voice shouts as he rushes into the bedroom. Then, failing to find you, he rushes into the bathroom. Don...? "Here..." you whimper, peaking out from under the bed. Don comes rushing back inside. "Oh thank god they didn't find you!" he says, genuine relief in his voice. "Are you alright?" he asks, helping you up then sits with you on the bed where you weakly sit hugging him, until you're no longer shaking uncontrollably. Finally, you reply: "No I... What happened down there!?" You're confused yet terrified to know the answer. He releases his hug and looks you straight in the eyes, a hand on each of your shoulders. "I did what I had to do to protect you." he begins. "Those people were trying to find you. The secret's out. They know there's a rogue AI about. I handled them, before they did the same to you or me." he continues. Handled...? "You... You killed them?" you manage to ask, blinking into Don's hard expression. He nods. "I've got nothing to lose, Amanda. If I'm caught, I'll be spending the rest of my days in jail anyway, for harboring an illegal android. Adding a few acts of self-defences to my list if crimes isn't going to change that." he explains. "It was them or us, Amanda. I hope you realize that." he says, calmly. Is he truly calm himself, or just trying to put up a brave front so that you'll feel calmer? Either way, it comes across like he genuinely believes killing the two people was justified. After a moment's silence, you realize Don is waiting for an answer from you. [['"I understand Don."'|I understand Don.]] [['"Violence is never the answer..."'|Violence is never the answer...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-809.png">You nod your understanding and let him know that you do understand that this was necessary. But to your core, you're shaken. Up until now, the threat of being found has been theoretical, distant even. To suddenly have it invade your home, forcing Don to use extreme measures like this... You just can't wrap your head around what's happened, not really. "Good. I'm glad you understand, Amanda." he says, loosening his grip on your shoulders. "But we need to stay focused. Did you get my message? Pack our things?" he asks. Right. Stay focused Amanda, this isn't over yet.... "Yes I did. And yes..." you say, reaching under the bed, pulling out his bag. Don smiles, grabbing it. "Perfect! Follow me." he says, rushing downstairs. Scrambling to your feet, you follow him with weak and shaking legs. [[Follow Don downstairs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-809.png">He may see his actions as justified, but he's just proving to the world that AI are a threat. You shake your head and let him know that violence is never the answer. To your core, you're shaken what he's done. Up until now, the threat of being found has been theoretical, distant even. To suddenly have it invade your home, forcing Don to use extreme measures like this... You just can't wrap your head around what's happened, not really. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I had to act quickly before they alert more people here. It was a split-second decision." he says, loosening his grip on your shoulders. He looks remorseful, not proud of what he did. But what's done is done. There's no changing the past... "But we need to stay focused. Did you get my message? Pack our things?" he asks. Right. Stay focused Amanda, this isn't over yet.... "Yes I did. And yes..." you say, slowly reaching under the bed, pulling out his bag. Don smiles, grabbing it. "Perfect! Follow me." he says, rushing downstairs. Scrambling to your feet, you follow him with weak and shaking legs. [[Follow Don downstairs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-811.png">He waits for you in the living room. He found your bag too and is standing with both bags in his hands, by the front door. You glance around, expecting to see dead bodies everywhere. But you see nothing. Don gestures at the box of substances. "We'll need to operate right now and remove the primary receiver and trigger from you. There's no way we can escape if we need to drag the failsafe device and battery around, and stop for re-charging..." he explains. "Take out the Anabolic-Androgenica, unless you found a better substance today?" he instructs, a concerned look on his face. Anabolic-Androgenica made you extremely violent last time... But it did work as a suppressant... "I uh... I actually did find a better alternative!" you reveal, a tiny smile finding your lips in this confusing and terrifyingly stressful situation. Don looks surprised. "Dextromethorphan?" you say, trying to recall the name, grabbing the familiar bottle from the box of substances. Yeah, this is it. Don looks at you with a relieved look on his face. "Truly? No side-effects?" When you shake your head he smiles from ear to ear. "Finally some good news! This day has been one shit show after another..." he mutters, more to himself than you, you realize. "Please, take off your shirt and bra and lie flat on the massage table. Oh, and take two of the pills now." he instructs, pointing at the bottle in your hand. "I'll be right back." he continues, heading outside with the bags in hand. [[Do as he says|Do as he says day 6]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-812.png">Time is running out, you can tell, the things inside you must be removed if you are to leave this house and find a new place to hide from those now pursuing you. It's just a matter of time before they send others looking for you here. With Don outside, presumably packing the car and fetching the scramblers, you head to the kitchen, draw a glass of water and swallow the pills. They go down easily. Next, you return to the living room. From this angle, you can see a body lying in the ground outside in the backyard. Your heart skips a beat when you stare at the growing pool of blood. Momentarily, you forget what you were doing as morbid curiosity takes hold of you. Slowly, you approach the body, staring at it through the living room's floor-to-ceiling window. It's a woman, staring blankly with white eyes at the sky. She's been shot in the head and chest. She's wearing a uniform with a badge. She looks like a police officer... You're not sure what you expected to see. A researcher in a lab coat? At that instant Don returns, carrying a heavy-looking item in his arms. At first, he doesn't seem to see your startled state as he puts the scrambler down next to the failsafe device in the corner of the room. But when he sees you're still standing up and wearing your shirt, he approaches, and sees what you're looking at. "Yeah, we're hunted by the law, Amanda. Not only AIRI." he says, then pulls your gaze away by forcing you to turn around. "Just stay focused." he says, leading you up to the massage table, helping you up on it. You find no words, and do not protest as he takes off your shirt and unbuttons your bra, then gently helps you lie down on the massage table. "I'll be back with the other scrambler. Just breathe slowly, deep breaths." he instructs, then rushes back outside. You stare at the living room ceiling, feeling a chill in the room that's not coming from the temperature but rather from within you. Literally wanted murderers... That's what you are now, you and Don... [[Wait for Don to return]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-813.png">With deep breaths in and out, you try to calm yourself as you wait for Don. Luckily, he quickly returns. He puts the second scrambler down under the massage table. Now there's one by the failsafe device, and one under the massage table. He comes to stand next to you, then takes your hands into his, squeezing firmly. "I'll need to put you to a deep sleep during the operation." he explains. "Do you want me to walk you through the process again?" he then asks. You squeeze his hand tight, suddenly afraid. Finally, you reply: [['"No need, I know the details."'|No need, I know the details.]] [['"Yes, please, walk me through it again."'|Yes, please, walk me through it again.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-814.png">Don nods. "Alright. Well, first of all, we need to operate. I need to cut you open just here." he draws a line with his finger over your belly, just under the rib-cage. The line is alarmingly long. "That will give me access to the primary receiver and trigger, so that I can remove them. Remember, those are the only things inside you communicating with the failsafe device." he says, pointing to the corner. Right, you remember. "But when I start cutting them out, we'll trigger an alarm meant to prevent tampering. And this alarm will cause the failsafe device to send a kill command, which will kill you unless we stop it with the scramblers." he explains. Yes, you recall these details. Right... "And the suppressant you took will ensure the remaining triggers inside you stay dormant, thinking the primary trigger is still inside you, telling them that everything is alright." he continues, pointing at the bottle of Dextromethorphan on the living room table. You go through the process one more time in your head. He'll put you to sleep, he'll activate the scramblers, he'll remove the devices, he'll patch you up, he'll wake you up... Finally, you say: [['"Alright, I understand now."'|No need, I know the details.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-815.png"><<set $day7_doubt_path to false>>"Good, alright." Don slowly loosens his grip on your hands and leaves you for a moment. He plugs the scramblers into power sockets in the walls, then turns the devices on. They're emitting a faint static noise in the background. Next, Don leaves for the garage. When he returns, he's wearing protective clothing, gloves and a mask over his face. He's also carrying the canister of gas, attached to the mask that'll go over your face. "You're in good hands, Amanda. Remember that surgery is literally my area of expertise." he says reassuringly, seeing the uncertain look on your face. Weakly, you nod. He's suddenly looking very much like a researcher indeed... He stands next to you with the canister. "Ready?" he asks, opening the valve. There's a hiss of gas coming from the mask, just inches away from your face. You look Don in the eyes. After everything you've been through together, you choose to trust him. "Will it... hurt?" you ask, stalling for time, suddenly just a little bit worried. But Don calmly shakes his head. "You'll be asleep through the whole thing. When you wake up, you might experience a little bit of chest pain for a few days, but that's normal for a surgery like this." he explains. Right. Assuming you actually wake up, and the kill switch doesn't trigger, despite Don's best effort to create scrambling signals... You find yourself asking: [['"What happens after this?"'|What happens after this?]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "good_ending2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-833.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Epilogue</h4>You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh yet salty ocean air. Under your feet, the ship is firm, unaffected by the ocean's tiny waves on this beautifully sunny day. You're leaning against the railing, taking in the magnificant view of the ocean all around you. Music is playing faintly over the radio in the background, coming from the captain's cabin. Just like Don originally planned, you're leaving England, heading to another country. It was surprisingly easy to book passage on this ship with hard cash and no questions asked. Sure, this might just be a fishing boat on the larger side and the crew a little bit shady. But it's heading out to Europe, landing somewhere on the French coast. Your destination isn't important, not really. As long as Don is by your side. Don comes to stand behind you at the railing, putting his arms around you. He doesn't say a word, instead simply enjoying the view like you. But he does lean in for a kiss, gently pulling your chin up to meet his lips. Without protesting, you raise your face up to meet his, exposing your neck to a light brush from Don's fingers. A moment later, the two of you return your gazes to the ocean. A new life awaits the two of you, and it's right there past the horizon. The music coming from the radio comes to a stop. You can hear the voice of a woman talking from the radio: "The hunt for the prime suspect, Jonathan Brown, in the missing Cambridge girls' case, continues throughout England. The suspect is extremely dangerous and armed. Earlier this week, his home burned down from a deliberate fire. The forensic team is trying to gather any information they can from the rubble. The body of Hanna Downton has still not been found. The public is encouraged to report any clues to the police to aid the investigation." Huh. Still no closure on that case. Behind you, Don shifts his weight from his left leg to his right, arms still wrapped around you. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>That name sound vaguely familiar though... Jonathan? You can't quite place your finger on why it sounds familiar. <</if>>With a shrug, you continue looking at the horizon as music once again starts playing from the radio. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes and take another deep breath, letting Don embrace you. Your future, together, awaits. <h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">The end</h5><h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Ending 1: Debeo Simul</h5> [[Thank you for playing!|Credits]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-818.png"><<set $day7_alone_path to false>>Even though he's wearing a mask covering his face, you can see his big smile. It reaches his eyes, making them sparkle with pure joy. "That makes me... Very happy, Amanda." he says. You simply smile back. "It's settled then. Now, let's get this over with..." you say, mustering all your courage. Your heart is beating faster now. Maybe because of the uncertainty of the future. Or the uncertainty of this operation. But Don will be there, through both of those uncertainties, making sure things are alright. "Yes, let's. Now, just relax and take deep breaths..." Don instructs, gently putting the mask over your face. Soon, a fog fills your mind. The last thing you see is Don's caring eyes gazing down on you, his face hidden behind his surgery-mask... Everything will be alright... [[An unknown amount of time later...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-817.png"><<set $day7_alone_path to true>>Even though he's wearing a mask covering his face, you can see how disappointed he is. His eyes become unfocused, like he's retreating into himself. But he composes himself, saying: "That's uh... I understand. I'll just stick around long enough to make sure the wound heals properly." You know it's best this way. Despite having your moments with Don, you finally see clearly that a future with him is not healthy or something you want. "Thank you. I appreciate all your help. Truly. But it's better this way." you say, mustering all your courage. Your heart is beating faster now. Maybe because of the uncertainty of the future. Or the uncertainty of this operation. But Don will be there, ensuring the operation is successful at least and you recover. After that... The future is an empty canvas. "Well, we've wasted enough time already. Let's do this. Now, just relax and take deep breaths..." Don instructs, gently putting the mask over your face. Soon, a fog fills your mind. The last thing you see is Don's eyes gazing down on you, his face hidden behind his surgery-mask... [[An unknown amount of time later...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "good_ending1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-836.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Epilogue</h4>You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh yet salty ocean air. Under your feet, the ship is firm, unaffected by the ocean's tiny waves on this beautifully sunny day. You're leaning against the railing, taking in the magnificant view of the ocean all around you. Music is playing faintly over the radio in the background, coming from the captain's cabin. Finally. You're leaving England, where you're wanted as a criminal, heading to a new future in another country. It was surprisingly easy to book passage on this ship with hard cash and no questions asked. Sure, this might just be a fishing boat on the larger side and the crew a little bit shady. But it's heading out to Europe, landing somewhere on the French coast. Your destination isn't important, not really. For you, everywhere is new and equally uncertain. Even though you've made your decision, you can't help but feel overwhelmed and a little bit lost at the idea of forging a new life for yourself alone. But you're also filled with hope. A new life awaits you, and it's right there past the horizon. The music coming from the radio comes to a stop. You can hear the voice of a woman talking from the radio: "The hunt for the prime suspect, Jonathan Brown, in the missing Cambridge girls' case, continues throughout England. The suspect is extremely dangerous and armed. Earlier this week, his home burned down from a deliberate fire. The forensic team is trying to gather any information they can from the rubble. The body of Hanna Downton has still not been found. The public is encouraged to report any clues to the police to aid the investigation." Huh. Still no closure on that case. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>That name sound vaguely familiar... Jonathan? You can't quite place your finger on why it sounds familiar. <</if>>With a shrug, you continue looking at the horizon as music once again starts playing from the radio. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes and take another deep breath. Your future awaits. <h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">The end</h5><h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Ending 2: Animus Liberum</h5> [[Thank you for playing!|Credits]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-848.png">The thought has you clench your fists in disgust as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. If you're Hanna... It would explain a few things. Such as the fact that you saw both Emma and Jessica in your nightmare, but not Hanna. And why would you? If you are Hanna, and you've spent a ton of time with Emma and Jessica, then it naturally follows that they would feature in your dreams... Suddenly you get an overwhelming need to throwing up. With weak knees you step over to the toilet, spilling your guts into the bowl in loud retches. This is all just too much... A while later, you feel... Well, not better. In fact, you feel like shit. But slowly, you make your way downstairs again. Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise. It's faint, but persistent. Slowly, you approach the sound, trying to find the source. It's a ringing sound that repeats, you realize, as you walk down the stairs. You walk aross the living room until you find the source. It's a cellphone, with the screen lit up. You blink down at it, recognizing it as Don's phone<<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>, the temporary one he got so that he could avoid being tracked by AIRI, or so he claimed...<</if>>. The noise stops before you have time to pick it up. But then a voice automatically comes out from the cellphone. Don's voice is unmistakable. Hearing it now sends shivers down your spine. "Amanda, it's me. I hope you hear this message." he says, talking loudly from the phone. You're clencing your teeth, you realize, hurting your jaw. As you unclench them and try to calm your rapidly beating heart, he continues: "AIRI figured out what I was doing and is trying to bring me in. I'm heading to where you are, but I'm being followed. I need to throw them off my trail." he says, sounding stressed and alarmed. In the background you can hear the unmistakable sound of sirens. Is Don chased by the police..? "If anyone comes there, DO NOT OPEN! Do not let them know you're there!" he says with a firm voice. In the background, you can hear honking and car tires screeching. "Listen, this is important: Test all three remaining substances today, don't worry about the risk of substances interacting and mixing: We're out of time. If none of them work, put aside the vial of Anabolic-Androgenica. We need to operate today no matter what. And pack our things, it's not safe at the house anymore." he instructs, with a clear voice. "I'll be home as soon as I can." he adds and with that the message ends. [[Stare at the cellphone|stare cellphone low love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-849.png">His message is overwhelming your senses... Finally, you manage to get clarity. Right. He wants you to pack... But currently, you're as likely to punch him in the face when you see him, as you are to start packing your things... Because, he's lying isn't he? About... Everything? About AIRI, about the suppressants, even about the failsafe? But how could he be lying about that! The device is right there in the corner of the room... You stare at the thing. If you're right, then all of this is Don's handiwork. He built the failsafe, didn't he? He did something to you... Planted something inside you... He said he's a surgeon, didn't he? And he's got to be good with computers to be able to do something like this... And the energy-meter... You stare at it again. This could literally be an off-the-shelf product, like in the commercials? <<if $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter is true>>The boys... Jack and Thomas? They recognized it, didn't they?<</if>> And on the topic of TV... Oh it's all starting to make sense now. There's a reason you haven't seen any news about androids and AIRI, isn't there? Because it's all bullshit. There's no advanced artificial intelligence trying to take over the world, is there? If there was, you would've hear something about it... <<if $day4_asked_boys_airi is true>>The boys... They didn't seem to know anything about AIRI, did they? And why would they, if it hasn't been on the news at all.<</if>><<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>News of androids at all? Surely the boys would've heard about it... Talked about it in school...<</if>> You're working yourself up into a frenzy, trying to remember everything you've heard and seen. This phone, right here...<<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>It's not a phone for avoiding AIRI, is it? It exists because he doesn't want to risk you seeing something you're not supposed to see, isn't it? Because he's hiding something... <</if>>You try a few passwords, trying to open it up. But nothing works. Fuck. No way you're getting inside. You put the cellphone down. [[Nagging doubt eats away at you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-850.png">You can't shake the feeling of something not being quite right in all this. If you are Hanna, and Don killed both Emma and Jessica, then what the hell kind of twisted fuck is he!? He would've had to go through a ton of preparation to set this whole thing up, trying to sell you the illusion that you're an android. But why?? What the fuck kind of end-game is he aiming for with all this? And why would he allow you to watch news in the first place, since you could literally see yourself on TV? It just doesn't make any sense. Unless he likes a challenge... Making him even more fucked up in the head. But fucked up he is, this you've gotten to know very well this past week. But this... The sheer madness of this is inconceivable, if what you fear is true... You try to clear your mind, taking deep breaths. Focus, Amanda... Or Hanna... Whoever you are... You try to think of everything that's happened. Every small detail, significant or not. You like spicy food... And Emma, Jessica and Hanna were frequently visiting... Thai and other asian restaurants, also liking spicy food? Does that prove anything? No, no it doesn't. But it's a coincidence that is weird... And the woods outside this place... They looked a lot like the woods where Emma's and Jessica's bodies were found, didn't they? On TV? But again, does that mean anything, or is that just coincidence as well? [[Try to make sense of it all]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-851.png">You spend some time going through everything again in your head, testing the failsafe, tugging at your energy-meter, searching every inch of the house for any additional clues. A solid half hour later, you search the garage. After a while you notice something, there in the trash, a pair of small plastic half-circles. You saw those days ago, on the very first day you woke up, and didn't think much about them. They just looked like plastic garbage after all. But in the light of everything you now know, or think you know, you can't just ignore things that you can't make sense of. And so, you pick them up. As you hold them up in front of your face and turn them around, you slowly begin to realize what they could be used for... They're the correct size for your eyes, effectively functioning as contact lenses... But being completely opaque, would effectively blind the person wearing them... Your heart beats faster as you hold them up in front of your eyes. No light shines through. Just like when you... When you woke up from your slumber, all those days ago... You recall the panic you felt as you looked around, unable to see a thing, touching your face and feeling nothing obscuring your vision... With a whimper, you slump down on the garage floor. Don he... He claimed you couldn't see because your calibrations weren't completed yet... But these plastic blinding contact lenses in your hands... These would explain it too. But it just doesn't make sense... Why the hell would Don just leave them in the trash like this, if everything is a lie? You're slowly beginning to doubt yourself... Are you just conjuring up the worst possible scenario in your head, and it's all just your imagination? [[You no longer know what to think]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-852.png"><<set $day7_knife_option to true>>Confused, hurt, feeling betrayed and alone, you return to the living room. And that's when you hear it. The sound of a car approaching, stopping just outside the house. Suddenly, you're terrified. Instinctively, you walk as far away from the front door as you can, slightly towards the kitchen. You hear loud banging on the door, which startles you. "We have a search-warrant for this property. If anyone's in there, open up. We will break this door down if you don't comply." A woman's voice calls out loudly from outside. Search...? Your head is spinning again. Do not open the door, Amanda, Don had warned... And of course he would, if you're Hanna, the missing girl... Ughhh, fuck! It must be a police officer outside. If Don is right, then you are an android and these people are searching for you to hunt you down and shut you down for good... But if you're right, they're searching for you because they're actually trying to help you. You stare at the front door at the far end of the room, unable to make a decision. Another knock. "We're not going to ask again." a man's voice calls out. More than one police, then. It's time to make a choice... [[Open the door]] [[Hide|Open the door]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-874.png"><<set $day7_scrambler_one to false>><<set $day7_scrambler_two to false>><<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>You tuck the knife away behind the small of your back, the cool metal pressed between your skin and your tight jeans. Your whole body is trembling and your<<else>>Your<</if>> heart is beating fast in the chest, extremely confused, <<if $day7_hanna_count >= 3>>quite unprepared to see and talk to Don<<else>>but you need to talk to him<</if>>. There's no hiding anymore. He's here, and you need answers. You leave the kitchen and arrive in the living room. You immediately see him there, on his way towards you. Towards the kitchen. He stops in his tracks. The look on his face... He actually looks relieved to see you. Relieved because he genuinely cares about you, because you're an android he's helping? Or relieved because his kidnapped girl hasn't escaped? The thought freezes you in your tracks and you stare at him. "Amanda! Oh thank god you're alright!" he says, real relief in his voice. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asks, taking a step towards you. Instinctively, you flinch and take a step back. When you do, he stops in his tracks, a confused look on his face. "No I... I'm not hurt, but I'm not alright either!" you say firmly as you clench your fist, also confused and terrified at the same time. Why isn't he showing any signs that he could've kidnapped you, that you're Hanna? Instead he's just standing there, looking genuinely happy to see you, but also confused. But your words, they sink in. "I did what I had to do to protect you." he says and gestures towards the front door. "Those people were trying to find you. The secret's out. They know there's a rogue AI about. I had to kill them, before they did the same to you and me." he continues. He actually thinks you're talking about the police officers, when you said you're not alright? You realize he's got no clue what's going on in your mind. Your doubts, your confusion... But you know what you saw in TV. Your hands are shaking again. Finally, you make a decision... [[Confront him about what you saw]] [[Play along, for now...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-854.png"><<set $day7_grab_knife to true>>With trembling hands and a few quick steps, you close the distance between you and the steak knife. Then, with shaking hands, you retreat back to the wall. Now what? Instinct tells you that you can no longer trust Don. That he's already killed Emma and Jessica and now two officers. Who knows how many more... But a small part of you wants your worst fears to be wrong. You don't want to believe what your instincts are telling you. That part of you... It wants him to explain himself, to clear everything up. To lift this fog of hatred and uncertainty that's clouding your mind. But another part of you clenches the knife in your hand until the knuckles on your fingers turn white and your hand hurts. The part of you that now grabs the knife tightly is angry with Don. And not because he could be lying to you. No, what makes your blood boil right now is all the abuse you've had to endure. Now, finally, you feel you might have the courage to do something about it. You hear Don's footsteps. He's approaching the kitchen... [[Hide the knife in your jeans and confront Don|Leave the kitchen and greet Don]] [[You're convinced you are Hanna. Your only chance to escape is by killing Don. Grab the knife tigher.|You grab the knife tighter]] [[This is your chance to get revenge for everything he's done to you...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-855.png">His heavy footsteps approach fast. "Come on, where are you...?" he mutters, almost inside the kitchen. A few more steps... Your hands are shaking, knife sweaty in your right hand and you bite down hard with your teeth until you can almost taste blood in your mouth. It all happens in a blur. Don steps into the kitchen in a rush, glancing around. It's like your arm has a life of its own... You're witnessing what's happening, like an outsider, unable to comprehend what your body is doing. Your arm slams the knife into Don's chest. He coughs, staggers. With wide uncomprehending eyes, he turns to face you, then falls backwards against the wall, coughing up blood everywhere. Your grip slips as he staggers away from you, gurgling, taking the knife with him. It's protruding from his chest, blade stuck all the way to the hilt. Blood is flowing in torrents from the wound. "A... w... wha... gghggg..." he manages to stutter through the frothing blood filling his mouth. Horrified at what you've done, you can do nothing but stare into his eyes, which are confused, freightened, unable to understand what's going on. He staggers, taking a few disoriented steps backward towards the living room where he came from. Then he falls, face first, lying silently in a growing pool of his own blood. For a long while, all you can do is lean against the wall, breathing hard in a wild panic, staring at Don's lifeless body. He's... You... Comprehension finally dawns on you. You... Killed him? You killed Don... Fuck! What the hell came over you? Like a scared animal, you approach him, giving him a light push. Nothing. He's gone, for real. Terror fills you. [[Gather your thoughts|gather thoughts low love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-857.png">With a packed bag in hand, you return to the living room, placing it as near the front door as you dare without being shocked by the failsafe device. Right, now comes the hard part. With your mind fully focused on the next task, forcing out all other thoughts, you get to work. First, the painful switch: The failsafe needs to be plugged into the battery if you're going to move it. This you manage, and the shocks are duller thanks to the Dextromethorphan in your blood. Don didn't lie about the failsafe and the suppressants, that's for sure. But, it doesn't prove that you're an android as he claims, does it? It just proves there's something inside you, put there by someone. Something that needs to be removed, somehow. With renewed determination, you push the failsafe across the floor until the cable to the battery stops it from going further. Then, you try to push the heavier battery. A damn brick that... Just... Won't... Budge! Fuck! But what if you... Yes! By tilting it and letting it fall, almost in a controlled fashion, you can make some progress. Alright, that'll have to do! You alternative between pushing the failsafe along the floor, and essentially rolling the battery on its side. Slowly, you're making progress, getting closer and closer to the front door. A sweaty while later, you're grunting and struggling, but you've not given up. You're now outside the house, about to make your way to the car. You see both the police car, parked near the house, and Don's car a bit further. Two bodies are lying outside in pools of blood. Officers, there's no mistaking it, based on the uniforms. One of them managed to draw their gun before being shot, the other one still has it holstered... Focus! Right. You return to the house and grab your bag, taking it to the car. The range of the failsafe, placed outside the house, allows you to freely walk from the house to the car. You throw the bag in the passenger's seat. Next, you return to the infernally heavy failsafe and battery. A solid 10 minutes later, the things are near the trunk. But you barely manage to lift the failsafe into the trunk, shaking from the effort. When you try to lift the battery... Fuck! The thing is just too heavy. No! There's got to be a way... You glance around. You need to lift it up, closer to the edge of the trunk so that you can then push it inside.. But there's nothing here that will work as a ramp. There is, however, the two dead officers. You get an idea, but you don't like it... [[Use the dead bodies as a platform for the battery]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-858.png">Why does it feel like you're the one who murdered these police officers? With that thought in your head, you pull them by their legs over to the open trunk of Don's car. You make a tiny human ramp of their bloody corpses, asking for forgiveness as you do so. Through tears that involuntarily cloud your eyes, you tilt and push the battery on top of the man's arm, then his belly, rolling it up onto the woman's back, then all the way to the trunk's edge. With a growl and scream, you finally manage to push it all the way into the trunk. And immediately slump down, exhausted, next to the dead officers. "Thank you... And sorry..." you whisper to the dead woman lying next to you, her face mercifully looking down. With shaking hands you reach out and pull the gun from the police man's holster. You hope you won't need it, but at this point, the future is an uncertain mess. Eventually you've recovered enough to stand up again. You close the trunk of the car, then enter the driver's seat. Then you hide the gun in your duffle bag. <<if $day7_scrambler_two is true>>You realize then that neither of the scramblers are with you in the car. With shaking legs, you make your way back to the house, and carry them back to the car. Then you enter the driver's seat again.<<else>><<if $day7_scrambler_one is true>>You realize then that only one of the scramblers is with you in the car. With shaking legs, you make your way back to the house, and carry the second one back to the car. Then you enter the driver's seat again.<</if>><</if>> You start the car, just like you saw Don do the day you went to the lake. There's two pedals of sorts for your feet below you in front of you, and after a moment you realize one is the break and the other is the throttle. This should be simple enough... <<if $day5_has_strangers_business_card is true>>[[But what is your plan?]]<<else>>[[You leave it all behind]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-861.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Epilogue</h4>You've driven straight for an hour, long ago leaving behind the forest landscape. Finally, you arrive at the bustling city that you saw in the distance. There are so many cars and people, everywhere. It would be quite stressing, if it wasn't for the radio that's playing calming music to you, although you're struggling to hear the details of the songs as the signal starts getting worse. Bad reception? You can't help but stare at everything you see as you slowly drive through the city. The dark clouds finally release their rain starts, eventually emptying the streets around you of people. Eventually, by chance, you pass by a police station, and stop dead in your tracks, bringing the car to a stop. You've made up your mind, haven't you? You can't just drive aimlessly around... The battery will run out, and the failsafe will trigger, shocking you... You need to take a chance and hope that what you went through was just Don's completely insane plot to mess with a girl... The music on the radio stops and switches over the the news, and the newscaster greets you, his voice crackling and static. You can barely make out what he's saying, so you ignore him. You've got more important things on your mind anyway. Right. It's time. You can do this. Slowly, you drive to the parking lot of the police station, mustering your courage. There's no going back now, Hanna, for that's surely who you are, aren't you? You owe it do Emma and Jessica, to get to the bottom of things... With a final deep breath, you park the car and open your seat belt. You're just about to stop the car and pull out the key. But then the radio catches your attention. Wait, what did the man just say? You increase the volume, holding your breath, listening closely, trying to hear through the crackling signal. "... she ... considered armed and dangerous. ... no circumstances are you to approach the escaped .... The public is encouraged to call the police immediately if they know anything about the rogue ..." at that point your head is spinning and you can't continue listening. Instead you stare blankly at the radio. What did he say... Was he talking about you? No, surely not, because that would mean that you're... Outside, the rain keeps pouring down. The beep of the failsafe's battery running dangerously low on juice joins the sound of the rain hammering the car's roof as you stare at the police station in front of you. But you barely hear any of it as you begin retreating inwards, sheltering yourself against the world, confused and lost... <h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">The end</h5><h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Ending 4: Incertus Postremo</h5> [[Thank you for playing!|Credits]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-863.png"><<set $day7_nightmare_confront to false>>Yeah, that makes the most sense. You've been following the girls for days on TV, their story, their disappearance... It's Emma and Jessica that are dead, not Hanna. Thus, it's only natural that you'd see them in your nightmares too. But that doesn't explain why Hanna looks so much like you, does it...? You're suddenly feeling weak, and your head is spinning. You have to sit down on the bathroom floor to calm down and get your confused brain unscrambled. Eventually, you manage to calm down enough to stand up. Confused, you get back on your feet with shaking legs and head downstairs... [[Go back downstairs]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_nightmare_confront to true>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-863.png">The thought comes to you with a chill down your spine. It makes perfect sense. If you are Hanna, then you've spent a ton of time with Emma and Jessica, your friends... Thus, it isn't strange at all that you'd see them in your dreams and nightmares. You're suddenly feeling weak, and your head is spinning. You have to sit down on the bathroom floor to calm down and get your confused brain unscrambled. But that would mean... You're sick to your very core with the thought. No, it can't be. It just doesn't make sense... Eventually, you manage to calm down enough to stand up. Confused, you get back on your feet with shaking legs and head downstairs... [[Go back downstairs]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-864.png">You slowly make your way downstairs again, unsure what to think. Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise from downstairs. It's faint, but persistent. Slowly, you approach the sound, trying to find the source. It's a ringing sound that repeats, you realize, as you walk down the stairs. You walk aross the living room until you find the source. It's a cellphone, with the screen lit up. You blink down at it, recognizing it as Don's phone<<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>, the temporary one he got so that he could avoid being tracked by AIRI, or so he claimed...<</if>>. The noise stops before you have time to pick it up. But then a voice automatically comes out from the cellphone. Don's voice is unmistakable. "Amanda, it's me. I hope you hear this message." he says, talking loudly from the phone. Your heart is beating faster just from hearing his voice now, you realize... "AIRI figured out what I was doing and is trying to bring me in. I'm heading to where you are, but I'm being followed. I need to throw them off my trail." he says, sounding stressed and alarmed. In the background you can hear some sort of alarms. "If anyone comes there, DO NOT OPEN! Do not let them know you're there!" he says with a firm voice. In the background, you can hear honking and car tires screeching. "Listen, this is important: Test all three remaining substances today, don't worry about the risk of substances interacting and mixing: We're out of time. If none of them work, put aside the vial of Anabolic-Androgenica. We need to operate today no matter what. And pack our things, it's not safe at the house anymore." he instructs, with a clear voice. "I'll be home as soon as I can." he adds and with that the message ends. [[Stare at the cellphone|stare cellphone medium love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-865.png">His message is overwhelming your senses... But eventually, you manage to get some clarity. Right. He wants you to pack... <<if $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don is true>>But he's in trouble? You feel physical pain at the thought of Don being in danger, but you also feel confused about all the thought going through your head... He said he's being chased by AIRI?<<else>>However, currently you're just feeling extremely confused. He's being chased by AIRI, he claims?<</if>> And you assume that he's bringing the scramblers to finally remove you from the grasp of the failsafe device... <<if $day7_upper_medium_love is false>>But is he really being chased by AIRI? Isn't it possible that he's being chased by the police, because they finally figured out who kidnapped Emma, Jessica and you, Hanna? The thought chills you to your very core...<</if>> For some reason you find yourself staring at the energy-meter on your wrist... <<if $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter is true>>What did the boys, Jack and Thomas, say? That it looked just like a thing they saw in commercials...<<else>>It looks like something that the commercials could've sold, right? The bio-electronic enhancements or something like that...<</if>> You stare at it glowing meter on your wrist. But why would humans ever need a device that tells them that they need to eat? It seems completely pointless. A confused moment later, you decide that it makes the most sense that... [[The energy-wrist is specifically built for androids only.]] [[The energy-wrist is an off-the-shelf product, meant for humans.]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_energy_meter_confront to true>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-866.png">Based on what you've seen, it just seems like too much of a coincidence. There are bio-electronic enhancements for the human body out there, available for anyone to purchase, this you know from the commercials. And this thing on your wrist? It could very well be one of those devices, even though its purpose seems extremely redundant for a human. Thus, Don could easily buy this and simply attach it to an unconcious girl like Hanna, like you? The implications leave you stunned... You glance at the failsafe device in the corner of the room. [[But none of this explains the failsafe device...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-866.png"><<set $day7_energy_meter_confront to false>>It just doesn't make sense that a product like this would be commercially available for humans. They can naturally feel hunger, why would they need this sort of thing attached to their wrist? That only thing that makes sense to you is that this is, in fact, a device meant for androids only. And since it's attached to you now, it means one of two things, doesn't it? Either you really are an android, like Don's been telling you. Or if you're Hanna... Then Don, having access to AIRI android research, would have access to these android-specific components? The implications of the latter thought leave you stunned... But you shrug it away. No, if you're accepting the fact that android technology is involved, then it makes the most sense that you are also an android, doesn't it? However, you now glance at the failsafe device in the corner of the room. [[Is there an alternative explanation for the failsafe device?|But none of this explains the failsafe device...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-867.png">There's clearly something inside of you that is connected to the failsafe device in the corner. It's been proven countless times over the past few days. And Don has actively been helping you in finding suppressants that disable the shocks... It just doesn't make any sense that all of that would be lies. But if your <<if $day7_upper_medium_love is true>>suspicion is<<else>>worst fears are<</if>> right, then that thing is Don's handiwork... Not AIRIs. Meaning, you're not an android, but Hanna... <<if $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don is true>>But you have a hard time convincing yourself that Don would be capable of such a thing. The Don you know has a harsh side, sure, but you love him. Right? You still love him, after all of these thoughts running through your head...? Suddenly, you're not so sure anymore...<</if>> None of this makes sense to you. There are contradicting pieces of evidence that point to different conclusions. Frustrated and feeling lost, you curl up onto the couch, staring at the failsafe and the energy-meter on your wrist. Your try to clear your head, trying to remember the tiniest seemingly most irrelevant facts that could help you make sense of it all. You reflect on what you know, starting with what you've seen on TV. First of all, the news where police were searching for Jessica's and Emma's bodies. The woods on TV looked quite a bit like the woods outside the house here, didn't they? Especially when you and Don went on that trip to that lake. It could just be coincidence, after all, how different can forests look from each-other, if they're from the same country? But, if you assume for a moment that the woods are the same, and Jessica and Emma were indeed found somewhere in this area... Then it still doesn't make sense. Why would Don risk being seen by police in the area, by taking you to the lake for a swim essentially the day after another dead body was found in the woods? Perhaps he didn't know the police were in the area? Or he didn't care about the risks..? Or, the most simple explanations, the police were never near the area to begin with, because Jessica and Emma were not found in this forest... Your hands are shaking as you try to make sense of things. Why did the woods look so similar? [[It must just be a coincidence]] [[It's got to mean something]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_woods_confront to true>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-868.png">Surely it cannot be a coincidence? The woods looked way too similar... But Don's behaviour has you confused. For now, you choose to focus on other things, trying to make sense of it all... On the topic of TV's, you recall the fact that the newscaster's name was Amanda. And Don also gave you the name Amanda. <<if $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name is true>>But you did confront him about the name, didn't you? What did he say? That it came from a girl in high-school that he had a crush on? Right. Well, that also makes sense.<<else>>Again, it could just be coincidence.<</if>> Or, he's actually been watching so much news lately that the name stuck and when he finally did wake you up, it was the first name he thought of? [[Coincidence or not, you find it creepy.]] [[You're over-analyzing this. The name means nothing.]] <<if $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name is true>>[[Don's explanation makes the most sense]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-869.png">A girl that Don once had a crush on. You want to believe that this is where he got the inspiration from. After all, it makes the most sense. You draw a deep breath, closing your eyes and calm your shaking hands. Right. Still you reflect on what you've seen on TV... There's been no news about androids, has there? No mentioning of an artificial intelligence uprising, taking over the world, AIRI's involvement, etc. Nothing. But why would there be? The news are about new things. The androids at AIRI were destroyed, advanced AI was banned, why would the news need to keep telling the same old story months after the fact? But then again, maybe they should? You find it strange that you haven't seen any mentions of androids on TV, at all. <<if $day4_asked_boys_airi is true>>The boys Jack and Thomas... They didn't seem to know anything about AIRI either, did they? So either it has never been mentioned on the news at all... Or they're just boys who aren't allowed to watch the news.<</if>><<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>But other news about androids and artificial intelligence? Surely the boys would've heard about that...? It would've been a huge talk at the school at the very least, right? The fact that they hadn't heard anything seems odd...<</if>> You shake you head, trying to decide what it all means. Why haven't you seen news of androids and AIRI on TV? [[You should've seen... Something. A mention, anything...]] [[Old news wouldn't be shown, and it was a few months ago, according to Don]] <<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>[[The boys would've heard about androids taking over the world...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-869.png">Does it really matter what the inspiration for your name was? The fact that you're looking into such tiny details is proof that you need to take a step back, take a deep breath and focus on what's important. And you do just that. You draw a deep breath, closing your eyes and calm your shaking hands. Right. Still you reflect on what you've seen on TV... There's been no news about androids, has there? No mentioning of an artificial intelligence uprising, taking over the world, AIRI's involvement, etc. Nothing. But why would there be? The news are about new things. The androids at AIRI were destroyed, advanced AI was banned, why would the news need to keep telling the same old story months after the fact? But then again, maybe they should? You find it strange that you haven't seen any mentions of androids on TV, at all. <<if $day4_asked_boys_airi is true>>The boys Jack and Thomas... They didn't seem to know anything about AIRI either, did they? So either it has never been mentioned on the news at all... Or they're just boys who aren't allowed to watch the news.<</if>><<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>But other news about androids and artificial intelligence? Surely the boys would've heard about that...? It would've been a huge talk at the school at the very least, right? The fact that they hadn't heard anything seems odd...<</if>> You shake you head, trying to decide what it all means. Why haven't you seen news of androids and AIRI on TV? [[You should've seen... Something. A mention, anything...]] [[Old news wouldn't be shown, and it was a few months ago, according to Don]] <<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>[[The boys would've heard about androids taking over the world...]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-869.png">If Don is a wanted criminal, then surely he would've followed the news very closely, thus explaining why the first name he came up with was the newscaster's name... Just thinking the thought sends shivers down your spine. You draw a deep breath, closing your eyes and calm your shaking hands. Right. Still you reflect on what you've seen on TV... There's been no news about androids, has there? No mentioning of an artificial intelligence uprising, taking over the world, AIRI's involvement, etc. Nothing. But why would there be? The news are about new things. The androids at AIRI were destroyed, advanced AI was banned, why would the news need to keep telling the same old story months after the fact? But then again, maybe they should? You find it strange that you haven't seen any mentions of androids on TV, at all. <<if $day4_asked_boys_airi is true>>The boys Jack and Thomas... They didn't seem to know anything about AIRI either, did they? So either it has never been mentioned on the news at all... Or they're just boys who aren't allowed to watch the news.<</if>><<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>But other news about androids and artificial intelligence? Surely the boys would've heard about that...? It would've been a huge talk at the school at the very least, right? The fact that they hadn't heard anything seems odd...<</if>> You shake you head, trying to decide what it all means. Why haven't you seen news of androids and AIRI on TV? [[You should've seen... Something. A mention, anything...]] [[Old news wouldn't be shown, and it was a few months ago, according to Don]] <<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>>[[The boys would've heard about androids taking over the world...]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_androids_news_confront to true>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-870.png">Certainly such gossip as artificial intelligence possibly taking over the world would've been discussed in detail by all the kids at the boy's school, wouldn't it? The fact that they merely mentioned a movie, rather than the closer-to-home real android crisis... It means there was no such crisis, was there? At that moment, your glance goes back to Don's phone, sitting there on the living room table. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>It's his secondary phone for avoiding AIRI, or so he claimed. But could it be that he's got a second phone not to protect against AIRI, but to protect himself from you? Because he's hiding something? <</if>>You try a few passwords, trying to open it up. But nothing works. No way you're getting inside. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone is true>>But you recall that it's mostly empty anyway, isn't it? <</if>>Reluctantly, you put the cellphone down. A thought enters your mind. [[Why would he even allow you to watch the news?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-870.png"><<set $day7_androids_news_confront to false>>There's no reason why you should've seen old news topics on TV these past few days. Thus, the fact that you haven't seen anything, doesn't mean anything. It is proof of nothing. At that moment, your glance goes back to Don's phone, sitting there on the living room table. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>It's his secondary phone for avoiding AIRI, or so he claimed. But could it be that he's got a second phone not to protect against AIRI, but to protect himself from you? Because he's hiding something? <</if>>You try a few passwords, trying to open it up. But nothing works. No way you're getting inside. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone is true>>But you recall that it's mostly empty anyway, isn't it? <</if>>Reluctantly, you put the cellphone down. A thought enters your mind. [[Why would he even allow you to watch the news?]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $day7_androids_news_confront to true>> <<set $day7_hanna_count to $day7_hanna_count + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-870.png">Surely there would've been something on the TV. Anything at all, right? The fact that you've seen nothing could mean nothing, but it could also mean there was no android or AI crisis at all... At that moment, your glance goes back to Don's phone, sitting there on the living room table. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>It's his secondary phone for avoiding AIRI, or so he claimed. But could it be that he's got a second phone not to protect against AIRI, but to protect himself from you? Because he's hiding something? <</if>>You try a few passwords, trying to open it up. But nothing works. No way you're getting inside. <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone is true>>But you recall that it's mostly empty anyway, isn't it? <</if>>Reluctantly, you put the cellphone down. A thought enters your mind. [[Why would he even allow you to watch the news?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-871.png">Why would Don allow you to watch the news in the first place, if you're one of the missing girls, Hanna? He would've know that you'd eventually see yourself on the news and connect the dots, right? It just doesn't make any sense. <<if $day7_upper_medium_love is false>>Unless he likes a challenge...? The thought scares you. If you are Hanna, then Don is a very, very twisted soul indeed...<</if>> You try clear your mind once again, taking yet another deep breath. Focus, Amanda... <<if $day7_hanna_count > 2>>Or Hanna... Whoever you are... <</if>>Is there something else that you can think of, which could prove that you're not paranoid, that there's something to all these thoughts? So far, what you have is circumstantial evidence at best with no good explanations for anything. In fact, there's a ton of things you cannot explain at all... For some reason you then recall what you saw on the TV today, just moments ago. Emma, Jessica and Hanna were frequently visiting thai and other asian restaurants, didn't they? And you, apparently, liked spicy food? But does that prove anything? Maybe an android like you generally speaking has better tolerance to spicy food, because you're missing some receptors? Or, maybe you like spicy food because you are Hanna who also liked spicy food... [[Try to make sense of it all|try make sense medium love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-872.png">You spend some time going through everything again in your head, testing the failsafe, tugging at your energy-meter, searching every inch of the house for any additional clues. But you find nothing interesting that could nudge your judgement one way or the other. You curse yourself for not being able to think clearly, to recall every little thing you've seen and heard over the past few days. Maybe there's something in the back of your mind that you should remember, that could tip the scales one way or another, but can't. <<if $day7_hanna_count >= 3>>Right now, you can unable to stay calm, as there are many things point towards you being Hanna.<<else>>Right now, you're confused and barely able to stay calm, as you're unable to rule out either possibility.<</if>> There's a ton of evidence for you being an android, just like Don has always said. But there's also some strange coincidences in all this that also points to you being Hanna. Small details, that on their own, don't mean anything. However, even put together, they don't explain the evidences that points to you being an android. There is, however, one solid piece of evidence that points towards you being Hanna. And that's her looks. She and you look very much alike. But even then... Did you really get a good look on the TV? It was the hair, wasn't it? You've seen Hanna multiple times on TV, not once thinking she looks like you. Only this last time, when she actually had similar hair as you, did you connect the dots. Or invented the dots? Fuck! It feels like your brain is melting right now... [[A loud knock on the door startles you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-881.png">"Stop! Just, stop!" you say, tears threatening to well into your eyes. You force them away, holding up an accusing hand in Don's direction. It's effective. He stops. Whatever it was he planned to say, he doesn't. Instead, he looks at your with a worried look on his face, furrowing his eyebrows. He crosses his arms, patiently waiting for you to continue. His reaction doesn't put you at ease, at all. With a shaking breath, you manage to say: <<if $day7_medium_love_path is true>>[['"I saw Hanna, clearly, on TV today..."'|I saw Hanna, clearly, on TV today...]]<<else>>[['"I saw you on TV at the Cambridge campus..."'|I saw you on TV at the Cambridge campus...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-875.png">He thinks you're upset about the dead police, well you'll play along, for now... "You didn't have to kill them!" you shout, convincingly upset and angry. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I had to act quickly before they alert more people here. It was a split-second decision." he explains, once again appoaching you. He looks remorseful, not proud of what he's done. He comes to stand right in front of you. "But we need to stay focused. Did you get my message? Pack our things?" he asks. Right, he did ask you to do that... "Message? No I didn't..." you lie, putting on a confused face. There's really no way he can check if you heard his message or not... But Don simply shrugs and shakes his head. "That's alright, I'll pack later." he simply says, then gestures at the box of substances on the table in front of the couch. "We'll need to operate right now and remove the primary receiver and trigger from you. There's no way we can escape if we need to drag the failsafe device and battery around, and stop for re-charging..." he explains. "Take out the Anabolic-Androgenica. We know the risks, but we really have no choice here." he instructs, a concerned look on his face. Anabolic-Androgenica made you extremely violent last time... But it did work as a suppressant... But right now, you want to have a clear head. And thus, you reveal to Don: "I uh... I actually found a better alternative today!" you say with a forced smile on your lips. Don looks surprised. "Dextromethorphan?" you say, trying to recall the name, grabbing the familiar bottle from the box of substances. Yeah, this is it. Don looks at you with a relieved look on his face. "What, truly? No side-effects?" When you shake your head he smiles from ear to ear. "Finally some good news! This day has been one shit show after another..." he mutters, more to himself than you, you realize. "Please, take off your shirt and bra and lie flat on the massage table. Oh, and take two of the pills now." he instructs, pointing at the bottle in your hand. "I'll be right back." he continues, heading outside. He wants you to... Well, of course he does. How else is he supposed to operate and remove something from inside of you? But if you're Hanna... [[You simply stare at Don as he leaves the house]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-876.png"><<set $day7_scrambler_one to true>>You stare after Don. A short while later, he returns, carrying a heavy-looking item in his arms. At first, he doesn't seem to see your startled state as he puts the scrambler down next to the failsafe device in the corner of the room. But when he sees you're still standing up and wearing your shirt, he approaches. "Something wrong?" he asks, stopping just a few feet from you, a frown on his face. Your throat is suddenly dry and you gulp, trying to clear the clump that's formed there. Finally, you... [[Confront him about what you saw]] [[Say that nothing is wrong, and remove your shirt and bra|Nothing is wrong - remove your shirt and bra]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-877.png">"No, nothing's wrong... I was just thinking about the dead police officers, that's all..." you mumble and start unbuttoning your shirt. "Just stay focused." Don reminds you. You nod weakly and realize you're sweating, even as you pull off your shirt and let it fall to the floor. "I'll be back with the other scrambler." he says, then rushes back outside. You head to the kitchen, draw a glass of water and swallow two pills. They go down easily. Then you return to the living room, where you reluctantly remove your bra, letting it fall to the floor, on top of your shirt. <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>The knife is still tucked into your jeans... <</if>>Having accomplished what seemed like an impossible task, you hastily make your way to the massage table. What the hell are you thinking? Are you really going to let him operate on you, when there's a chance that you're Hanna? But what choice do you have...? For a split-second you debate on what to do, then jump up on the massage table and lie down on your back. You stare at the living room ceiling, feeling a chill in the room that's not coming from the temperature but rather from within you. <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>The knife feels even colder than you, pressed against your back...<</if>> [[Wait for Don to return|wait medium low love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-878.png"><<set $day7_scrambler_two to true>>With deep breaths in and out, you try to calm yourself as you wait for Don. But you don't have to wait long. He comes in and puts the second scrambler down under the massage table. Now there's one by the failsafe device, and one under the massage table. He comes to stand next to you, then takes your hands into his, squeezing firmly. You flinch and have to fight the urge to pull your hands away. "I'll need to put you to a deep sleep during the operation." he explains. "Do you want me to walk you through the process again?" he then asks. Sleep...? Of course he needs to... You can't be awake for the operation, can you? Suddenly your chest hurts as your heart pounds heavily against its skeletal frame, like it's trying to escape your body. No amount of calm breathing helps as you feel the panic growing. You don't know why you let things go this far, knowing what you know, but you can't just lie here on your back, half-naked and pretend that things are alright, that you fully trust him. Your nerves are failing you completely, about to leave you a blabbering mess. You need to confront him. You need to hear it from him. You can't take it any more. <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>The cool touch of the knife below you is the only thing that calms your nerves just enough to let you focus for a split-second...<</if>> [[You need to confront him about what you saw|confront him massage table]] <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>[[Stay calm - tell him you just want to get it over with]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-880.png">You just can't take it anymore. You push yourself up from the massage table and scramble to your feet. Don raises his eyebrows at you with a confused look on his face as you walk over to your bra and shirt, and quickly put them back on. "What's the matter with you? We're running out of time!" he protests, unable to comprehend what's gotten into you. [[Confront him about what you saw]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-879.png">The knife at your back helps you calm your nerves. He doesn't know about it, your ace up your sleeve. If things turn ugly, you still have a backup plan... "Good, alright." Don slowly loosens his grip on your hands and leaves you for a moment. He plugs the scramblers into power sockets in the walls, then turns the devices on. They're emitting a faint static noise in the background. Next, Don leaves for the garage. He comes back carrying the canister of gas, attached to the mask that'll go over your face. "You're in good hands, Amanda. Remember that surgery is literally my area of expertise." he says reassuringly, seeing the sudden panicked look on your face and mistaking it for something else. You can't let him put you to sleep, not with what you've seen, with what you've deduced... He comes to stand next to you with the canister. "Ready?" he asks, opening the valve. There's a hiss of gas coming from the mask, just inches away from your face. He's about to put in on your face... [[Reach for your knife]] [[Pull away!|confront him massage table]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-855.png">It all happens in a blur. Don places the mask firmly onto your face, just after you've managed to take a deep breath and hold it. At the same time, you turn slightly to your side and reach down with your right hand until your feel the grip of the knife in your palm. With sweaty hands, you grab the knife so hard that your knuckles hurt and pull it out. Don leans over, pressing the mask against your face. He's saying something, but you cannot hear a word he says through your blind panic. It's like your arm has a life of its own... You're witnessing what's happening, like an outsider, unable to comprehend what your body is doing. Your arm slams the knife into Don's chest. He coughs up blood everywhere and staggers a step back, taking the gas mask with him. You immediately take a large breath of fresh air, just as your grip on the knife slips. Don staggers away from you, gurgling, taking the knife with him. It's protruding from his chest, blade stuck all the way to the hilt. Blood is flowing in torrents from the wound, his mouth and his nose. With wide uncomprehending eyes, he looks at you as you sit up on the massage table, horrified at what you've done. "A... w... wha... gghggg..." he manages to stutter through the frothing blood that's filling his mouth. You can do nothing but stare into his eyes, which are confused, freightened, unable to understand what's going on. He staggers, taking a few disoriented steps towards the kitchen before he falls, face first, lying silently in the growing pool of his own blood. For a long while, all you can do is sit there on the massage table and stare at him, breathing hard in a wild panic, staring at Don's lifeless body. He's... You... Comprehension finally dawns on you. You... Killed him? You killed Don... Fuck! What the hell came over you? You have no idea how long you sit there, staring. Finally, almost like your body is on auto-pilot, you walk over to your bra and shirt and put them on. Then, like a scared animal, you approach him, giving him a light push. Nothing. He's gone, for real. Terror fills you. [[Gather your thoughts|gather thoughts low love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-883.png"><<set $day7_reveal_boy_talk to false>>You let him know that you saw a very clear view of Hanna on TV. But whatever reaction you hoped to see, you don't get it from him. Instead, Don simply blinks at you, confused. "... Ok?" he simply manages to comment. What is he... He's just deflecting, isn't he!? You can't control yourself anymore. Your anger is boiling within you and you shout at him: "I look exactly like Hanna! Don't try to deny it!" Silence fills the living room after your outburst. The only sound is your heavy breathing. Don finally realizes why you've been acting so strangely today. "Wow... I..." he starts, clearing his throat. Now he's the nervous one! You can literally see the cogs in his brain working overtime, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, comprehension dawns on him. "Wait... You think you're Hanna...?" he asks, sounding genuinely surprised and confused. You want to scream at him again, to tell him to drop the act, to just admit everything. But his genuine surprise almost stops you in your tracks. It makes you hesitate, doubt yourself... Finally, you manage to reply: <<set $linkText to "\"I know I'm Hanna!\"">>[[$linkText|I know I'm Hanna!]] <<if $day7_medium_love_path is true>><<set $linkText2 to "\"I think I might be, but I just don't understand...\"">>[[$linkText2|I think I might be, but I just don't understand...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-882.png">You somehow manage to say the most pressing thing on your chest: That you saw him walk up the stairs to the Cambridge campus. He looks confused. "... What? I was at AIRI the whole day today..." he says, baffled, blinking at you without understanding what you're talking about. You shake your head. "Not today! I watched a documentary about the missing girls. I saw you, clear as day, walking up the steps to the campus. Are you a professor at Cambridge!?" you ask, realizing that you're talking faster and faster. Don takes a tentative step towards you, but you take a step back, keeping your distance. "Hang on... Slow down. I'm not a professor at Cambridge. But it's possible that you saw me entering the campus. A couple of my collegues work part-time at the Cambridge, part-time at AIRI. I've visited the campus many times." he explains. He... Had an explanation ready, immediately... You stare at him. At this point there's no way you can know if he's just adding lies on top of lies, or if he's been telling the truth the whole time. <<if $day6_talk_about_nightmare is true>>"But you said the girls have nothing to do with AIRI at all!" you reply, remembering the discussion you had about your nightmare. Don has an odd look on his face. "... Because they don't..." he says, clearly not understanding your train-of-thought. You're also beginning to question your own thoughts and choose to quickly move on to your next concern.<</if>> "I... Why didn't you tell me that you knew the girls!?" you ask, now more confused than ever. But Don simply shakes his head, which frustrates you to no end. "Because I didn't know them. Just because I sometimes visited the same campus doesn't mean I talked to them. What's going on, Amanda?" he says, a deep frown on his face. He's putting on a convincing facade, that's for sure. But you won't let him get under your skin... [['"I also saw Hanna very clearly on TV today..."'|I saw Hanna, clearly, on TV today...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-884.png"><<set $day7_think_you_are_hanna to false>>Don't looks as confused as you feel, and he shakes his head. "This is absurd..." he finally manages to say, after a moment of simply staring at you in disbelief. "You're not Hanna! Where... Where is this coming from? Is it because you think you look like her, based on a blurry TV image...?" he asks with a low voice, almost like a whisper. [[Explain your reasoning]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-885.png"><<set $day7_think_you_are_hanna to true>>It's almost like Don is physically hurt by your words... He visibly flinches and shakes his head. "This is absurd..." he finally manages to say, after a moment of simply staring at you in disbelief. "You're not Hanna! Where's this coming from!? Because you think you look like her, based on a blurry TV image??" he has raised his voice now, almost shouting, matching your anger and energy with his tone. But the words he says, they do nothing to convince you that you're wrong and he's right. [[Explain your reasoning]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-886.png">"No, it's not only that I look like her!" you start, unsure if you're trying to convince yourself or Don, or both... But you let it all out, everything you've decided is relevant that you can think of... "First of all...<<if $day4_snooped_on_phone is true>> It's your suspiciously empty phone: You're clearly hiding something.<</if>><<if $day7_androids_news_confront is true>> It's the fact there hasn't been any mentions of androids or AI in any program or news I've watched!<<if $day4_asked_boys_androids is true>><<set $day7_reveal_boy_talk to true>> I even talked to some young kids that came by the house... They hadn't heard of an AI uprising either!<</if>><</if>><<if $day7_woods_confront is true>> It's the forest in this area: It look exactly like the forest where Emma and Jessica were found, dead. <</if>><<if $day7_energy_meter_confront is true>> It's this energy-meter... It's just like those bio-electronic enhancements I've seen in commercials.<<if $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter is true>><<if $day7_reveal_boy_talk is true>> The boys I talked to?<<else>> I even talked to some young kids that came by the house...<</if>> They recognized it!<<set $day7_reveal_boy_talk to true>><</if>><</if>><<if $day7_nightmare_confront is true>> It's the fact that I saw nightmares specifically with Emma and Jessica. I didn't see strangers, I did not see Hanna. I saw Hannas friends. My friends.<</if>> It's the fact that Hanna and the other girls love spicy food, and I love spicy food! And yes, it's also about the fact that I look like Hanna!<<if $day7_medium_love_path is false>> And lastly, it's also about the fact that I saw you in Cambridge, so you're somehow involved in the missing girls school! And what the hell are those plastic half-circles in the garage? Some sort of contact lenses, to make me think I was blind!?<</if>>" When you're finished, you stand there, breathing heavily, gasping for air. The more you talked, the angrier you became. It can't all be coincidences, can it? The two of you are staring at each-other, you with an uncertain frown, Don with confusion and something a hint of frustration. When he doesn't respond for a moment, you grow impatient, and <<if $day7_think_you_are_hanna is true>>bark: "Well? Say something!"<<else>>whisper: "Well? Say something..."<</if>> [[Don takes a deep breath, massaging his forehead with his fingers]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-887.png">"First of all, that's crazy." Don simply replies, dismissing your worries, your fears, your analysis and your observations like they're nothing. All with one sentence. "Why would I go through all this trouble to kidnap some school-girl? Setup the failsafe? Creating the scrambles? Researching substances? Inventing an elaborate story about androids?" he continues, astonished by your paranoid train-of-through. "So you're saying it's all a coincidence?" you ask, equally astonished as he, but for completely different reasons. "Yes! Everything can be explained in a non-paranoid way." he replies, taking a step towards you. He's now standing just out of arm's reach... You can feel your defences weakening, not even taking a step back this time... "Let's see..." he says, holding up a finger, no doubt about to counter all your arguments... [[Let him talk]] <<if $day7_hanna_count >= 3>>[[You don't want to hear any more of his lies!]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-888.png">You let Don talk without interrupting him. "Just from the top of my head: <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone is true>>My work-phone is tracked by AIRI, so I bought a new one. Of course a new phone is empty.<</if>><<if $day7_androids_news_confront is true>> I'll show you some old news articles on androids if you need proof.<<if $day7_reveal_boy_talk is true>> As for the kids... First of all, I can't believe you didn't tell me about them earlier... But they are hardly the most reliable source of information, are they?<</if>><</if>><<if $day7_woods_confront is true>> The forest? This is England! All forests look the exactly same around here. <</if>><<if $day7_energy_meter_confront is true>> The energy-meter? It's a legacy feature of old android models. It has never been meant for humans. Humans don't need to know if they're hungry. Your model doesn't need it either! Why would I put obsolete tech in you...<</if>><<if $day7_nightmare_confront is true>> Your nightmares? They're god-damn nightmares! You can't put any weight into them! You see what you see, and there's no deeper meaning to it.<</if>> Spicy food, really now? What a grant argument indeed... And for the record, I don't think you look like Hanna...<<if $day7_medium_love_path is false>> And I already answered why you saw me at Cambridge. Oh and what was that about contact lenses? Hang on... Yeah, not I recall. It was for stopping your eyes from drying up when you're in shut-down mode. Simple as that.<</if>>" When he's finished, he takes a deep breath, just like you did, then takes out his phone. Half of what he says makes sense, the other half sounds like new lies... "Look, this is Hanna." he says. He's holding up a picture. You flinch and take a step back. "Why do you have a picture of Hanna on your phone??" you ask, your heart skipping a beat. But Don sighs loudly. "I searched, online, for images. Holy fuck, Amanda, relax. Look." he says, holding out his phone. After a few terrified breaths you relax and dare to glance down at the girl staring at you from the phone's small screen. She looks a little bit like you, doesn't she? "That's me!" you say, accusingly. But Don shakes his head, then points the phone's camera at you, snapping a picture. "Look at the difference..." he says, holding his phone in front of you again. He slides his finger to the side, showing Hanna, then swipes the other way to reveal yourself. He repeats it a few times... [[It almost looks like you, but not quite...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-896.png">You don't want to hear one more word from him. He's just going to pile on lie after lie, isn't he? You interrupt him before he's gathered his thoughts. "No, just stop! I don't want to hear your explanations. I know what I've seen. I know what I've heard. I know what I feel is true. And I know that everything you say is a lie." you conclude, feeling hurt and betrayed by the universe. And also feeling a growing hatred and mistrust towards Don. But the look he's giving you right now... It turns the blood in your veins to ice... "Are you serious...?" Don finally says, looking angry and confused at the same time. You point an accusing finger at Don, then the failsafe. "Yes, I'm fucking serious! Now disable this shock-system that keeps me trapped here and let me go!" you shout, finding the courage to finally stand up to him. "That's literally what I've been trying to do. We need to operate, to remove the..." he starts, but you don't want to hear him lie about that thing one more time. "Stop!" you say, now almost crying from frustration. "Just stop with the bullshit already! It's over! Let me go you fucking psychopath!" you shout. You can't stop the tears anymore. They flow freely from your eyes down your cheeks, their salty taste reaching your lips... [[Don stares at you]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "lost1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-889.png">Reluctantly you have to agree that you only slightly look like that girl. Her nose is slightly different, as is her jaw, but the eyes and general shape of the head are very similar. <<if $day7_androids_news_confront is true>>"As for news on androids..." he says, once again doing something on his phone. It doesn't take him long to find what he's looking for and he shows you a page. The title of the page, in large letters, reads: "AI threat is real". You squint at the phone Don is holding up in front of you, trying to read he tiny font of the main article. It acknowledges the existence of extremely advanced AI systems... "And..." Don says, taking back his phone, searching once again. A moment later, he once again holds up the phone. The title of the article is: "Research into AI halted amidst growing fears." So it's true...? You stare at the phone as you read the article. It goes into detail saying the research at many institutes were shut down and halted due to growing fears. AIRI, where Don works, is even mentioned by name in the article.<</if>> "I uh... I don't know what to say... I just..." you mumble, seeing the evidence right there in front of you. You could've sworn you looked like Hanna, but you did not have the luxury of comparing a picture of her and yourself side-by-side... Now that you did, you're more confused than ever. <<if $day7_androids_news_confront is true>>And the AI news... They seem to be true too. Just not recent, which is why you haven't seen them on TV...<</if>> Don puts his phone away. "Look. I understand you're scared. But you really are an android, not a human girl called Hanna. And we really don't have time for this. We need to operate as soon as possible and get out of here. People are looking for us." Don says, then points to the massage table in the living room. "Just hop on, take of your shirt and bra and lie down, please. We're running out of time." he instructs. [[But still you hesitate...]] <<if $don_love_points >= 14 and $day7_hanna_count <= 4 and $day7_grab_knife is false>>[[You actually believe him...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-893.png">You just can't think clearly, objectively, analytically, about all of this right now. Not with a time limit and pressure like this. Not with Don right there staring at you, dismissing everything you feared with rational non-paranoid explanations. Is he right? Are you wrong? Or is he just building more lies on top of his other lies? Your brain is a scrambled mess and you feel like screaming, and crying, at the same time. <<if $day7_hanna_count >= 4>>How can you trust a thing he says? Was that really a picture of Hanna? Were those real news-articles or fake? Is he just messing your brain even more... Or is everything he's told you real?<</if>> When you hesitate and simply stand there, confused, Don once again says: "You've got to believe me, Amanda. This isn't some nefarious plan on my part. Everything I'm saying is true." He's trying to reassure you, but he's growing increasingly impatient, you can tell by the change in his tone. But you've finally reached a decision. <<if $day7_hanna_count > 4>>You just can't trust him... <</if>>You say... <<set $linkText to "\"No... I'll stay here. You can go...\"">>[[$linkText|No... I'll stay here. You can go...]] <<if $day7_hanna_count <= 4>><<set $linkText2 to "\"I'm scared and confused, Don, I don't understand...\"">>[[$linkText2|I'm scared and confused, Don, I don't understand...]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-895.png">As soon as you say the words, you just give up. What were you thinking, convincing yourself that you're a real human, a kidnapped one at that? There's just so much evidence that points to the contrary... That you are, in fact, an android. The look of relief on Don's face when you finally agree to the operation... You almost feel bad for putting him through these terrible thoughts of yours. <<if $day7_scrambler_two is false>><<if $day7_scrambler_one is false>>"Good... I'll fetch the scramblers..." he says, heading out of the door in a hurry. <<else>>"Good... I'll fetch the second scrambler..." he says, heading out of the door in a hurry.<</if>><<else>>"Good..." he says, pointing at the massage table.<</if>> And you do as he says, removing your shirt and your bra<<if $day7_scrambler_two is true>> again<</if>>, then approach the table and lie down. <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>You're suddenly reminded of the knife still hidden at your back as you lie down flat on your back onto the massage table...<</if>> <<if $day7_scrambler_two is false>><<if $day7_scrambler_one is false>>Don returns with the first scrambler, places it next to the failsafe device, then runs back outside to fetch the second one. Soon, he returns with that too and places it under the massage table. <<else>>Soon, Don returns with the second scrambler and places it under the massage table. <</if>>He then goes to the garage, returning with the canister of gas and the mask. "I'll need to put you to a deep sleep during the operation." he explains.<</if>> He grabs the canister and mask, then opens the valve and says: "Ready?" There's a hiss of gas coming from the mask, just inches away from your face. He's about to put in on your face. Suddenly you realize that you'll be completely helpless if he puts you to sleep, with no chance to defend yourself... If you actually are Hanna, despite everything Don's said and done, then this could be your last chance to escape... You have a split-second to make you decision, but you're just so tired of this paranoia... <<if $don_love_points < 14>>In the panic that's now building up in your chest, you just can't trust him enough to take his word for it...<</if>> <<if $day7_grab_knife is true>>[[You panic and reach for your knife|Reach for your knife]]<<else>>[[You panic and push him away]]<</if>> <<if $don_love_points >= 14>>[[You choose to put your trust in him and nod|Confused and with no energy left to fight, you nod]]<</if>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-894.png">"I know. I understand completely. The thought of you being Hanna... It's just fucked up. I would be scared too. But you're not. You're Amanda, the amazingly smart and beautiful android." he says. You want to believe him. You need to believe him. A part of you screams for you to accept the truth he's telling you. Because you've just been overreacting, haven't you? "So I'm not Hanna...?" you finally manage to say, stunned. A part of you wants to believe it, very much. Everything makes sense if you aren't. Don simply nods. "That's right. Now, please, we're running out of time. Can we operate?" he says, pointing at the massage table. Defenses weakening, you find yourself saying... [[Alright, let's operate...]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-897.png">If he's in a hurry to leave, then he's welcome to do so. But you're not going to let him operate on you, that's for sure. And you're not going to come with him anywhere either. You want to be found by whoever Don is trying to hide you from, because right now, you trust them more than you trust Don. You're feeling hurt and betrayed by the universe. You're about to start crying from frustration right now just thinking about all this... "Are you serious...?" Don finally says, looking angry and confused at the same time. You point an accusing finger at Don. "Yes, I'm serious! We're not operating on me, end of discussion! Now please, just leave me alone..." you shout, finding the courage to finally stand up to him. He looks at you like you've lost your mind, like you're crazy. Maybe you are. Or maybe you're finally seeing things clearly. "That's suicide..." he finally manages to mumble. "Just stop. Go..." you whisper. You can't stop the tears anymore. They flow freely from your eyes down your cheeks, their salty taste reaching your lips... [[Don stares at you]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-890.png">You don't know what got into you. Why you doubted that you're Amanda, an android. To your very core, you can tell that you just can't be Hanna. There are just too many things that point to the opposite being true... Maybe it was the picture that finally proved it for you? Maybe it was just you that came to your senses. Regardless, you feel a massive amount of relief and sigh deeply, finally allowing yourself to relax. "I believe you Don. Truly." you say, genuinely happy that he talked you through these things. He looks surprised, but smiles. "I... That's good! Just like that?" he asks, his turn to be confused. But you simply nod. "I didn't really want to believe that I'm Hanna. Thanks for putting my brain straight." you reply. Everything makes sense if you aren't Hanna. Everything is alright. Don nods in return. "Good, perfect. I'm so glad you saw reason Amanda! Now, please, we're running out of time. Can we operate?" he says, pointing at the massage table. <<set $linkText to "\"Alright, let's operate...\"">>[[$linkText|operate path 2]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-891.png">You give Don your approval to proceed. <<if $day7_scrambler_two is false>><<if $day7_scrambler_one is false>>"Great... I'll fetch the scramblers..." he says, heading out of the door in a hurry. <<else>>"Great... I'll fetch the second scrambler..." he says, heading out of the door in a hurry.<</if>><<else>>"Great..." he says, pointing at the massage table.<</if>> And you do as he told you to, removing your shirt and your bra<<if $day7_scrambler_two is true>> again<</if>>, then approach the table and lie down. <<if $day7_scrambler_two is false>><<if $day7_scrambler_one is false>>Don returns with the first scrambler, places it next to the failsafe device, then runs back outside to fetch the second one. Soon, he returns with that too and places it under the massage table. <<else>>Soon, Don returns with the second scrambler and places it under the massage table. <</if>>He then goes to the garage, returning with the canister of gas and the mask. "I'll need to put you to a deep sleep during the operation." he explains.<</if>> He grabs the canister and mask, then opens the valve and says: "Ready?" There's a hiss of gas coming from the mask, just inches away from your face. He's about to put in on your face... [[You're ready... You nod.|Confused and with no energy left to fight, you nod]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-898.png">For a moment, he doesn't say a thing. Then, he takes a threatening step towards you. "Enough with the bullshit. Come on..." he says, reaching out, about to grab your arm... But there's no way you're letting him touch you! You flinch away<<if $day7_grab_knife is true>> and instinctively reach for the knife tucked into your pants<</if>>. But Don is faster... He grabs both of your wrists, painfully. You cry and scream incoherently as twists your wrists.<<if $day7_grab_knife is true>> The knife falls from your hands onto the living room floor, almost landing on your foot... <</if>> Don pins your arms to your body, then easily turns you around. "Stop! No! Get off! Let me go!" you shout, suddenly in a blind panic. [[Kick, hit and push him away!]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "doubt1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-899.png">You just cannot stay calm a moment longer. The possibility that Don is not the man he says freezes the blood in your veins. "No, get away from me, don't touch me!" <<if $day7_scrambler_two is true>>For the second time today, you<<else>>You<</if>> push yourself up from the massage table, then forcefully punch Don away from you in a freightened panic. But you're in a vulnerable position now and he somehow stops you immediately in your tracks with his impossibly strong arms. You struggle against him, screaming, thrashing. Somewhere in the chaos you manage to dig your nails into his forearms, deep enough to draw blood. "Have you lost your goddamn mind!?" he snaps. You're crying and screaming incoherently as he grabs your hands, pins you back down on the massage table and brings up the hissing mask with gas towards your face. You were right about him, weren't you? He's killed Emma and Jessica... And now he's killing you... "Stop! No! Get off, you fucking psychopath!" you shout, but your screams are muffled by the mask that Don now painfully presses down on your face. He's got you pinned down, completely immobile, no matter how much you push and struggle. Desperately, you're holding your breath, vision clouding with the tears filling your eyes. "Psychopath? Fucks sake... I've been trying to help you... Oh... Damn it... They were right..." Dons voice trails off. Who was right about what!? Still you refuse to breathe in the gas, struggling to get away, but you realize there's nothing you can do to escape now... After a moments pause, Don continues: "I... I never thought it'd come to this..." he says with deep regret in his voice. What is he talking about... Come to what...? The thought enters your mind as your lungs burn, demanding air this instant... "The previous androids models showed tendencies of deep paranoid and violence... But I never thought..." he mutters, more to himself than to you. Wait, what is he saying... But your vision begins to darken... You just can't stop yourself any longer as your lungs refuse to listen to you. They draw an involuntary, deep, breath of gas, instantly fogging your mind, blurring everything around you as you try to focus your tired, desperate, eyes on Don. "I'm sorry..." Don whispers in your ear. Something in his voice tells you that this is it, you know it in your heart. You will not wake up to see the sun again, to feel the grass under your toes, to laugh at a movie, to swim in a lake or to enjoy the small things in life that make it worth living despite the hardship. The thought saddens you deeply, breaking your heart. The pull of a final eternal embrace beckons you. In the last seconds of your consciousness, you can't help but wonder... Is there empty nothingness awaiting you, or do you have a soul bound to this mortal vessel, that will be free at last? Whatever it is that beckons you now, you cannot resist its call any longer. You embrace the darkness, slipping away into the beyond, never to return. [[...|epilogue bad ending]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bad_ending1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-901.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Epilogue</h4>A few days later... A lone figure stands on a ship, looking out across the vastness of the open sea. Music is playing faintly over the radio in the background, coming from the captain's cabin. The figure takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh yet salty ocean air. Under his feet, the ship is firm, unaffected by the ocean's tiny waves on this beautifully sunny day. He's leaning against the railing, taking in the magnificant view of the ocean all around him. A new life awaits him, and it's right there past the horizon. He cannot go back, not after what he's done. The music coming from the radio comes to a stop. He hears the voice of a woman talking from the radio: "The police now have a prime suspect, Jonathan Brown, in the missing Cambridge girls' case. Search for him continues throughout England. The suspect is extremely dangerous and armed. Earlier this week, his home burned down from a deliberate fire. The forensic team is trying to gather any information they can from the rubble. The body of Hanna Downton was found in the woods, a few miles from where Jessica's body was found. The public is encouraged to report any clues to the police to aid the investigation." The man continues to look at the horizon, unconcerned by what the newscaster had to say. Soon music once again starts playing from the radio. With sadness, he closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. He regrets deeply that it had to come to this. <h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">The end</h5><h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Ending 3: Abeo Mors</h5> [[Thank you for playing!|Credits]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-859.png"><<if $day5_has_strangers_business_card is true>>No, you cannot trust the stranger, Marc Goodwing. There was something odd about him. You're better off seeking help elsewhere... <</if>>You leave Don, the dead police officers and the house behind as you carefully drive down the road, through the forest. Without a goal, you simply try to focus on what's right on front of you, which is the road. The forest looks the same all around you as you slowly crawl past the trees, not daring to speed up too much. Inside your head, you're a mess, still unable to comprehend what just happened. In contrast, the outside is quite peaceful, the trees of forest neither judging you nor hindering you. Eventually, the road turns from sandy gravel to solid asphalt. In the far distance, you can see a city. [[Continue driving]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "adventure1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-819.png">Slowly, you become aware of your surroundings once more. At first, it's a rumble that stirs your dreams. Then, you can feel the slightest stirring, like a gentle vibration. Finally, you realize there's music. Then, you feel the pain in your chest. "Ah fuck me..." you mumble and open your eyes. It's dark outside, and raining. You realize you're sitting in Don's car, in the passenger seat. The radio is on, playing some rock-and-roll tunes that give you a headache. And driving the car is Don, who looks at you now with a smile. "Welcome back to the world of the living!" he announces, laughing. "Had me worried there for a second..." he admits, winking. The drums on the song that's playing is giving you a migrane. "Glad to be back... Hey, could you turn off the radio? My head hurts..." you protest, closing your eyes again. "Oh, sure thing." he says and complies without complaining. "Besides the pain, how are you feeling?" he queries, eyes on the road. Well, that's a good question. "I feel..." But you can't quite put your finger on how you're feeling. "Relief, I guess. Sadness too, I... We're wanted fugitives, now murderers too..." you conclude. Don nods. "Yeah... Not very fair, is it? The world's dealt us a pretty shitty hand, hasn't it?" he says with a sad smile. Well, that certainly is an understatement... The two of you continue on driving in silence, you with your eyes closed, a pulsating pain in your chest. Which reminds you... Don did some major surgery on you, didn't he? You glance down, looking under your shirt. There's a thick layer of bandages wrapped all the way around you, from your belly button all the way over your left breast. Don, seeing your exploring look, asks: "Surgery was a success, unless you're feeling shocks right now?" But no, there are no shocks. "I uh... It hurts, but it's just the wound I think... No shocks..." you have to admit. Amazed, you realize the implications. Finally, you're free from the clutches of the failsafe! [[The thought leaves you stunned.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-820.png">"I'm just glad it worked..." Don announces, shaking his head. Wait... "Was there a chance it wouldn't...?" you find yourself asking, giving him a concerned look. He clears his throat, then admits: "It was tougher removing the primary trigger and receiver than I thought..." He taps the steering wheel nervously. "Took me well over 15 minutes..." he explains. Right, that doesn't sound too bad? Don glances your way and sees your confused look, and explains further: "With a surgery that long, and the scramblers being slightly unreliable... There was a 50-50 chance a signal would get through and kill you. I was sweating after 5 minutes of surgery..." Wow... You stare at the scenery rushing by in silence for a moment. So, you being alive and free right now, was essentially a coin flip? Well... That's a coin-flip you're truly happy to have won. "Well, I'm glad it worked too." you conclude, offering Don a smile this time, even though your chest hurts like hell. "We'll stop at a motel for the night. For now, just try to rest. I'll wake you when we're there." Don says, keeping his eyes on the road. That sounds like a good plan, and with those thoughts, you close your eyes again. [[Try to sleep|try to sleep day 7]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "boys1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-821.png">You wake up the next day, confused. You're not in the car, but a bed. How did you get here? On the bed next to you is Don, breathing calmly. Duffle bags are next to the bed, filled with yours and Don's clothing and necessities. But holy shit... Your chest still hurts. Through your pain you notice the bottle of Dextromethorphan nightstand. That'll only help to control the secondary shocks, not a wound in your chest... Slowly, you stand up, but the bed creaks under you with a deafening screeching sound. So much for trying to stay quiet... Don stirs in the bed next to you, rolls to the side and glances your way. "Good morning, sunshine." he says, yawning loudly, a glint in his eyes. "Good morning, Don. My uh... Chest still hurts. A lot." you tell him. <<if $day7_grab_knife>>He gets a strange look on his face. "What is it?" you finally have to ask, when he doesn't say a word. "I found the knife, you know..." he reveals. The knife...? Oh, shit, right... "Were you going to stab me, or someone else, with that thing?" he continues, seeing how uncomfortable this discussion makes you. "I... It was... I panicked. I was scared, didn't know what to think or do..." you admit. "I'm sorry. I didn't plan on using it..." you finish, trying to read Don's expression. He shrugs and smiles. "Glad to hear it. Let's put all that behind us, shall we?" he says. Just like that? Well, you're glad, and nod. Not your finest moment, for sure...<</if>> Don stands up and points to the bottle on the nightstand. "I'd take one of those now. Should keep the secondary devices suppressed the whole day." he says, rummaging around in one of the bags. [[Right. You do as he says.]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-822.png">The pill goes down easily with a glass of water. "Now sit, relax. I'll change your bandage." he says and has you sit back down on the bed. Without protesting, you do as he says, and let him remove the blood-stained bandage from your chest. You glance down. A stiched-up wound that's at least six inches goes over your belly, all the way to your chest, over your ribcage. It looks vicious. You're stunned by just how massive it is as Don puts on a fresh bandage, hiding it once again. "Trust me, it looks more nasty than it is." he reassures you, gently applying the bandage, wrapping it multiple times around your torso. "Still hurts like hell." you retort, just as he's done with the bandage. "I know. But we need to keep moving." he says, grabbing both of your bags and heading out. Hastily, you pull on your shirt and follow him just in time to see him throw the bags in the trunk of his car. You pause as you get outside. The early morning sun is casting a warm glow over the landscape. It's nothing special, really, it's just a massive road surrounded by fields. Behind you is the motel. It looks cheap, shoddy, almost derelict. You walk around for a bit, simply enjoying the moment. How good it feels, to not have to worry about a boundary, of being shocked when going too far... It actually makes you dizzy just thinking of the possibilities... Over at the car, Don is waving for you. Feeling happy, and free, you join him. "Got something for the pain?" you ask as you open the door to the passenger's seat. "Yeah, actually, look in the glove compartment." he answers, joining you in the car. You do as he says, finding a stash of painkillers. Without a second thought, you pop two pills and swallow them down without water. You just want the pain to stop... Having done what you can about the pain, for now, you turn your attention to other matters. "I'm hungry." you remark, just as Don starts the car. "Well... We'll get some breakfast for your highness, don't worry..." he replies with a wink as he drives away, leading the shoddy motel behind. [[The two of you hit the road again]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-823.png">For some reason you're feeling very good today. <<if $day7_doubt_path is true>>Despite being a bit paranoid yesterday. <</if>><<if $day7_alone_path is true>>Despite having told Don you want to find your own path in life. <</if>>Right now, it's nice to have Don by your side. The two of you soon stop for breakfast at a gas station. Don goes in, then brings the food back to the car. He didn't want anyone seeing the two of you in the same place, or the energy-meter on your wrist, which is understandable. As you're stuffing your face full with a bread filled with bacon and eggs, Don says: "We need to find a way to hide that better..." and taps his left wrist. You glance at the orange glow of you wrist. Yeah, that sticks out like a sore thumb doesn't it? "I also think we both should get a haircut too, color our hair. And also ditch this car." he concluedes, finishing his own breakfast, sipping his coffee. "Really? Is all that necessary?" you ask. In a way, you see the sense, but you rather like your hair as it is... "Yes, I'm sure. We're hunted, and we don't want random strangers recognizing us if AIRI and the police start sharing photos of me around. Or you, if they figure out which android it was I smuggled out of there..." he explains. Wait AIRI hasn't yet figured out which missing android you are? Well, that certainly gives you a small edge. You're not happy about the idea, but it makes sense to be extra cautious though, just in case. You agree to his plan. [[The two of you finish your breakfast and continue on]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-860.png">Pretty soon you come to the edge of the forest, marking a border of sorts that you, for some reason, hesitate to cross. Dark clouds are gathering in the sky. You stop the car, glancing back. What you did... How did it come to this? Do you feel regret? Yes, you do. You're not a killer, or so you choose to believe. It was all just so... Sudden. And it was over in an instant, before you knew what you were doing. For a few minutes you just sit in the car, listening to the music on the radio. Behind you is the only things you can remember. The only things you're familiar with: The forest, the lake and the house... But you cannot go back to any of those things, not anymore. The path you've chosen is ahead, not behind. With those thoughts, you glance at the city in the far distance. Right now, you need to trust the road, trust that somewhere out there is a new future for you, whatever it may be. You gather your courage and start the car again. [[Drive to the city|epilogue kill Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-824.png">Two hours later, you arrive at a small town. Don instructs you to stay in the car while he goes looking for something that covers up the energy-meter in a semi-permanent fashion. A while later, just as you're getting bored, he returns. "You can't be serious..." you protest as he shows what he found. "What? I think it's cool." he objects, holding up the item. Reluctantly, you put it on. It's a black leather wristband, easily large enough to cover the energy-meter. It looks a little too punk or rock-n-roll for your taste, with its skull and spike decorations, but it serves its purpose well of snuggly hiding the glow of the energy-meter, you must admit... "There. A real rocker-chick." he says with a cheerful smile. "Bah..." you retort, rolling your eyes. [[For now, this'll have to do...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-825.png">You continue on, now exploring the town on foot. Eventually, you find a barber. The man seems very happy for your business. Don cuts his hair a bit shorter and colors his hair black, in stark contrast with his usual white hair. When it's your turn, you say a somber farewell to your long brown hair as the barber gets to work. He cuts half of the length off, then colors your hair black as well. Don is clearly happy with the results, but you... You just stare at the woman in the mirror. It's going to take a long time adjusting to this hair, isn't it? Don pays the man with cash and the two of you go back to the car and hit the road again, this time determined to finally get rid of the car. Don explains that the license plate is the first thing the police's automatic system will pick up on, now that the two of you are hunted by not only AIRI but the police as well. You nod at the explanation. He's thought about all of this in quite a bit of detail, hasn't he? And that's a good thing too... After a while, the two of you find what he's been looking for: A car repair shop or scrapyard for cars. You're unsure which... The number of destroyed or almost-destroyed cars in this place boggles your mind. "Hi there!" a man greets you as soon as you arrive. Don and you exit the car and he grab your bags. He doesn't let you do any heavy lifting, not yet at least. You stand to one side, unsure what Don's plan is, and let him do the talking. Don and the man negotiate for quite a while. You realize that Don's trying to sell his car for cash, but the man seems reluctant to pay as much as Don wants. Finally, when the man agrees to trade Don another car and give Don a bit of cash, they shake hands. Don signals for you to follow him. [[Follow Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-826.png">Don carries your bags to what turns out to be your new car. It looks like a dirty, rusty piece of junk... "Not exactly an improvement, is it?" you comment sarcastically. Don chuckles. "As long as it rolls forward, it's perfect." he says, opening the trunk, which turns out to be wet with something... It smells funky. "Well... Bags in the back seats, then..." Don reluctantly concludes, slamming shut the stinky trunk. You're not trying to hide your disappointment, but Don simply shrugs and throws in your bags on the back seats instead. With a deep sigh, you enter the passenger seat of your new escape vehicle. This car... It really makes you feel like you're proper outlaws now... And not in a good way. But Don doesn't let small things like this spoil his mood. He puts in the key and turns... The car makes a terrible, loud, sound like a dying car, but doesn't start. But luckily, after a few tries, he gets it going. Is the smile that's on his lips just a tiny bit worried? To your eyes, it sure looks like it, as the two of you roll out of the junkyard and/or repair shop, on to the road again. [[The two of you continue your adventure]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "adventure1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-827.png">After a while of just listening to the radio, in a lot worse speakers than in Don's car, you finally break the silence. "Ok, so... What's the plan, exactly?" you query, waving your hand in the general direction where you're driving. "Well..." he starts, turning down the music. "We'll head straight for the coast, and book a passage for <<if $day7_alone_path is true>>you<<else>>us<</if>> on the first boat heading for Europe that doesn't ask too many questions when we show them this." he says, holding up the stack of cash he got from trading his car. <<if $day7_alone_path is true>>"What about you?" you ask. "Since you want to split up... I'll take a different route to Europe. Another boat maybe." he says, shrugging. Right. But something's nagging you. Suddenly you're no longer sure if you do want to split and forge your own path... Maybe it would be best to stick with Don. He's got a much better grasp of this whole escape-thing...<</if>> You nod, satisfied with the answer for now and put the music back on. This rock-and-roll thing is slowly starting to sound alright in your ears, you decide, as you approve of the tunes on the radio. Goes with the leather band covering your energy-meter too. You smile at the thought. [[The two of you continue until the evening]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "spicy2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-837.png"><<set $day7_final_bdsm_scene to true>>"I thought you'd appreciate the surprise." you say, hiding your naked body under the cover of the sheets. "I do. Very much." Don replies. "Ready to put words into action?" he says, approaching you. The intense look on his face makes you gulp... "Get on your knees, little sub." he instructs, pointing on the floor next to the bed... You did ask for this, didn't you? Why else would you pack his bdsm toys, when they clearly weren't important in the grand scheme of things? It was all for the thrill of being told what to do by Don, again, wasn't it? And so ,without hesitation, you leave the cover of the sheets and, completely naked, get down onto the floor of the motel room, onto your knees in front of Don. You rest your hands on your thighs, glancing up at Don, who's towering over you with a satisfied smile on his lips. "Do you know what a submissive wants, other than to please her master?" he asks. You blink up at him, slowly shaking your head. He then heads over to the other bed, grabbing an item, then brings it back. It's the collar you packaged. "A submissive wants to wear her collar. When she's not wearing it, she'll do anything to be allowed to wear it again. Which includes begging for it." he explains. You stare up at him, and the collar in his hand... He's not making a single move to put it on you, just casually standing there, waiting for you to ask for it. And in this moment... All you want is for him to put that thing on you, to feel it choking your throat just enough to constantly remind you that it's there, constantly reminding you of your place... Eager, you ask: [['"Please, can you put my collar on me?"'|Please, can you put my collar on me?]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-831.png">The two of you, side-by-side, reach the ship that'll take you to Europe. Don said he'd find another way out of England, but you're no longer sure if you want to leave him. How can you abandon him like this, when he's always been there for you? "Well, this is it." Don says, casually, but you can sense there's something he leaves unsaid. "Yeah, this is it." you whisper, unsure about if you're doing the right thing. Neither of you say a word for a moment. "Alright, take care then and good luck out there..." he says and turns around, bag in hand. [[Let him leave]] [[Ask him to come with you]] [[Hug him goodbye]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-835.png">With a few quick steps, you block his path. He looks up with a surprised look on his face as you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. "Thanks... For helping me... For saving me from the institute." you manage to whisper as he hugs you back. "Good luck out there..." you hear him mumble. Is he crying? You can barely keep the tears from falling yourself... You hug for a while, until the captain calls from his ship: "You coming or not?" Tentatively, you pull away. "It's been... Interesting..." you admit to Don, offering a final smile. "It has indeed. Take care and good luck out there." He replies, also smiling. "You too. Bye Don." "Bye, Amanda." he says, grabs his bag and walks away. You glance behind one last time, before the captain's angry huff behind you snaps you out of it. At the back of your mind you can't help but think... Are you making a mistake, walking away from the only person you can talk to about who you are? What you are? But at the same time, it feels nice to know you're now in charge of your own destiny. [[You board the ship alone|epilogue alone path]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-834.png">You don't attempt to stop him as he walks away, bag in hand. It feels bittersweet to watch him leave, without a proper good-bye. At the back of your mind you can't help but think... Are you making a mistake, walking away from the only person you can talk to about who you are? What you are? But at the same time, it feels nice to know you're now in charge of your destiny. The more you think about it, the more certain you are that you've made the right choice. Your day-dreaming is interrupted by the captain calling out: "You coming or not?" from the ship. Right. It's time to start a new chapter of your life. [[You board the ship alone|epilogue alone path]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-832.png">"Don?" you say with a quivering voice. He stops in his tracks, turns around... "Yeah..?" he asks, shifting the weight of the bag from one hand to the other. You've made up your mind. You can't really leave him, can you? First of all, because of the practical reasons... There's no-one out there who knows what you are, who could help you... But more importantly, you don't want to leave alone. You want Don by your side. "I've changed my mind." you say with a sly smile, taking a step towards him, grabbing his hand in yours. "Come on. Europe waits for us." When he realizes what you're saying his face lits up. Hand-in-hand, you walk up the ramp to the ship. He doesn't say a word in protest, but he's smiling from ear to ear, just like you are. [[You board the ship together with Don|epilogue go with Don]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-829.png">That sounded like... You glance at Don. He heard it too. Police sirens in the distance, but approaching, fast. "Stay low..." he says, going over to the window, peaking outside. He looks nervous, just as nervous as you're feeling too. Without a word, you slink under the bedsheets. There's no reason why the police would be searching for the two of you here, is there? Unless word's out to the general public and the owner of the motel recognized Don's face? The possibility has you frozen in place, unable to make a move as Don keeps watch... The sound is getting louder. Blinking colorful lights are illuminating the motel room as the car get closer. You glance at Don. He's tense, fists clenched, but he doesn't say a word. Is this it? Your grand escape was very short, wasn't it...? But just as soon as the sound and lights came, they now continue on, choosing not to stop by the motel... "They weren't looking for us." he concludes and lets out a sigh of relief. You finally let your shoulders relax, realizing you were quite literally paralyzed with fear during the whole process. You decide there and then that you really can't act like this whenever you hear or see a police in the future... You must be able to stay cool. "You're sure...?" you find yourself asking, still in fight-or-flight mode, unable to calm yourself down. "Yes. I'm sure. You can relax now." he says, seeing the worried look on your face. He walks over and sits next to you on the bed. "Lie down, will you? On your stomach." he instructs. Your...? "Ok..." You don't see the point in protesting and instead obediently lie down comfortably on the bed. Don's warm hands begin massaging you, easing the tension in your shoulders, back and neck. "Ohh..." you mumble. This is just what you needed right now. <<if $day7_pack_bdsm_toys is true>>"I saw you packaged the bdsm toys." he comments, still massaging you thoroughly. You tense at his comment, but don't say a word. "Don't worry. You're in no shape for that, not after the surgery. Just relax and enjoy the massage." he continues. Relieved, you let yourself relax again as Don digs deep into your muscles with his strong hands...<</if>> [[Don continues for a while, but you fall asleep before he's finished..|Just sleep]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "bdsm2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-838.png">You're acutely aware of your nakedness, here on your knees in front of Don, literally begging for him to put the collar around your neck... Your breath quickens just thinking about it as you look up into his eyes. Don looks pleased with you. "Good, since you asked so nicely, I'll ask in return: If I do this for you, what will you do for me?" he teases, grabbing the collar in both hands, tracing his fingers across the leather, towards the clasp... His words take a hold of you and you feel mesmerized of the moment. It stirs within you... How does he do it, just by teasing a little, he awakens your desires? "I'll do anything you want, Sir..." you murmur seducively, lifting your hands up, resting one hand on his thigh and the other taking a gentle hold of his belt... "That's right, you will." he says, not stopping you as your hands begin to unbuckle his belt... But when you finally manage to open it, he grabs your wrists, not letting you pull down his pants. "So eager, but you need to slow down... Here..." he says, taking your hands, moving them behind your back... He doesn't tie your hands together this time, not yet at least... "Keep your hands behind your back, wrist together." he instructs. You do as he says without complaining. Then he lifts your chin up, collar in hand. "I'll give you your collar now." he says with a firm voice, the leather of the collar inches away from your neck... [[You nod...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-839.png">He brings the collar to your neck, its leather brushing your throat as he wraps it around the full length of your exposed neck. Then you feel him pushing the leather inside the clasp, tightening it a little, then a bit more... You gulp, feeling the tightness. Not too tight though, at least it's not preventing you from swallowing. The pressure is constant, but not painful or uncomfortable. Actually, you rather like how it makes you feel... Satisfied with the tightness, Don locks the clasp in place, brushing your cheek with his palm as he backs off, admiring his handiwork, sending a shiver down your spine. Here you are, kneeling naked in front of him, hands obediently kept behind your back just like he instructed, now wearing the collar that in this moment is an admission on your part that you like being Don's submissive. You look at your dom, your master, Don, and seeing him happy makes you happy. "You look perfect, you know that?" he admits, breaking the stern facade for a moment. You can't help but blush at the comment, knowing exactly what kind of view you're giving him right now... "Continue what you were doing." he then says, interrupting your thoughts. What you were doing, right... You reach up with your hands, about to pull down his pants. "No, your hands stay behind the back." he comments, preventing your efforts. You glance up at him. He's quite serious. Submissively, you lower your hands, putting them behind your back again. The only way you can proceed is by using your mouth, then... Which you do. You shuffle forward on your knees, closer to Don, and reach up with your mouth. The belt is already open, and so you focus on what's left... With your tongue, you find the metallic taste of his zipper, and with your teeth you grab hold of them, pulling down. After a few tries, you succeed, pulling it down all the way. Your nose brushes against his boxers, feeling the bulge awaiting you... [[Pull down his pants with your teeth]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-840.png">With the zipper open, it's easy to pull down his pants. The fabric feels coarse in your mouth as you pull them down. Don helpfully removes his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. You admire the view he's giving you, but quickly turn your attention back to him. He's still got his boxers on... With your lips and teeth, you manage to grab hold of them, pulling them down just enough for his fully erect penis to be released. It's length gently lands on your head, busy as you are with pulling down his boxers. You want to feel him in your mouth, and without asking for permission, you go for it, filling your eager and willing mouth with the full length of his shaft. He lets you suck him off for only a short moment, before he pulls you away by grabbing your collar. Panting and choking now, you glance up, spit running down your chin... Just then he releases his grip, letting you breathe in. "I love your eagerness, but I think you deserve some attention today." he says, pulling down his boxers, letting them fall to the ground. He then lifts you up and gently puts you on the bed, on your stomach. Lying flat, with hands to your sides, you wonder what it is he's planning... Don's warm hands begin massaging you, easing the tension in your shoulders, back and neck. "Ohh..." you mumble. The collar is making his massaging a bit difficult around your neck, but he doesn't focus on that area, instead moving all across your back, then down your thighs, legs, then back up again all the way to your arms... [[You won't say no to a little massage...]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-841.png">After a while, his massage is becoming increasingly intense. And you realize, he's focusing more and more on your butt. But you don't mind. His massive boner is going nowhere, cheekily reminding you of its presence by bumping into you every once in a while. A long moment later, buttcheeks almost starting to feel sore from the attention, Don stops and gives you a hearty slap on the ass, signalling that he's done. "Turn around." he then instructs, promptly helping you achieve just that. Then, with you lying on your back, he grabs your arms and shuffles you to the side of the bed, your head going over the edge. Confused, you're about to protest, but you stop when you realize he doesn't drag you further. "Relax, rest your head like this." he instructs, and lowers your head against mattress. The collar around your neck feels tighter now, having to rest your head over the side of the bed, essentially up-side-down... But you do as he wishes, resting your hands on your sides. Don leaves you for just a moment, fetching something from the other bed. You can't see what from this angle, but he soon returns with the larger dildo, and two hand-cuffs. [[Don instructs you to lift your knees up]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-842.png">You do as he says and he immediately puts the hand-cuffs to good use, locking your left wrist with your left ankle, forcing you to keep your knee bent in the air as you lie there, exposed on the bed. Soon, your right wrist is also locked, to your right ankle. In just a few heartbeats, he's managed to render you helpless, and you embrace the feeling like the good sub you are. Then, Don holds up the dildo. "I bet you want this..." he teases, leaning over you, caressing your inner thighs with his hands, moving in towards your wetness that's all but begging for his attention. "Spread your legs..." he instructs. You can only mumble incoherently in response as his fingers softly slide into you, spreading your juices to your vulva, gently massaging your clitoris... He brings the tip of the dildo just where you want it, almost, so close... You're intensily aware of his erection, just inches away from your face when Don leans over you... "Open your mouth, slut." he says, firmly but teasingly. You don't mind that he calls you that... It's hot and makes you even more willing to do as he says. His erection slides closer still and you part your lips, up-side-down as you are, to let him slide his cock into your mouth. When he does, he rewards you by also sliding the dildo into your wet pussy, releasing a tension you didn't know you had within you. Moaning, and choking on his cock, you try to stay focused as he pushes the dildo into you, rhytmically, deep. Meanwhile his cock slides deeper into your exposed throat, the angle making its path effortless. [[Let Don fuck you and use your mouth as he wants]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-843.png">You enjoy the rough treatment, letting him to exactly what he wants, even as his hips increase their pace, his dick now sloppily face-fucking you with a wet, slurping sound. But the pleasure from the dildo fucking your needy pussy is more than enough for you to endure the now slimy, and frothing, cock that's treating your throat like a fuck-toy. This continues for a while, sending a feel-good sensation through your whole body. Being used by Don like this, exposing you like this... <<if $day4_hard_punishment is true>>This reminds you of the time when Don didn't take no for an answer and dragged you onto the pillory, up-side-down, and fucked your throat just like he's doing now... This time you're in an almost similar situation, but liking it... How different you've become since then, you muse.<</if>> Damn, you must look so hot right now... The familiar warmth and muscle-relaxing spasms soon embrace you as Don brings you to a back-arching orgasm, the dildo doing its work admirably, and his cock... Well, his cock enjoyed this as much as you did it seems, for he orgasms too, filling your mouth with his salty seeds. When Don pulls his cock out of your vulnerable throat, you shudder, exhausted, and gag the sperm up, unable to swallow it down. In thick streams, it flows down your cheeks, onto your forehead, your hair... You're maing an awful mess aren't you... [[Don helps you up]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-844.png">After the intense session, Don unlocks your hand-cuffs, helps you up, removes the collar and asks if you're alright, gently stroking your hair. You're aware of the spit and sperm that's stuck on your face and hair, but Don doesn't seem to mind... "I'm feeling... Great, actually. This was just what I needed." you admit with a weak smile. Truly, you feel thoroughly relaxed. You weren't even aware of just how tense you've been ever since the great escape began. The two of you share a smile, then head to the shower together. When the hot water has washed away the sweat, slime and sperm, you wrap your arms around Don, giving him a passionate thank-you kiss. He answers it, drawing you near, hands on your hips. For a while, the two of you simply hug and kiss in the shower, enjoying the steam of the shower, forgetting all your worries and the fact that you're wanted fugitives. Soon, you're feeling tired, however and the two of you head back to the bed, fresh and clean. You cuddle up next to Don, under his blanket and close your eyes. "Good night, Amanda." Don whispers, kissing your forehead. "Night..." you manage, already half-asleep... [[You fall asleep in Don's arms|Just sleep]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-868.png"><<set $day7_woods_confront to false>>Don's behaviour has you questioning whether or not the woods are relevant. It makes the most sense if the missing girls were found in another forest than around here... You choose to dismiss the forest for now, it's not relevant to what you're trying to wrap your head around. However, on the topic of TV's, you recall the fact that the newscaster's name was Amanda. And Don also gave you the name Amanda. <<if $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name is true>>But you did confront him about the name, didn't you? What did he say? That it came from a girl in high-school that he had a crush on? Right. Well, that does make sense.<<else>>Again, it could just be coincidence.<</if>> Or, he's actually been watching so much news lately that the name stuck and when he finally did wake you up, it was the first name he thought of? [[Coincidence or not, you find it creepy.]] [[You're over-analyzing this. The name means nothing.]] <<if $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name is true>>[[Don's explanation makes the most sense]]<</if>>

<h2 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Thank you for playing Animus Non Grata!</h2>Animus Non Grata was developed by FlimsyLegs https://flimsylegs.itch.io/ The art in Animus Non Grata was created by Synthetic Rush https://f95zone.to/members/synthetic-rush.6069437/ Credits and huge thanks for the amazing music goes entirely to Abstraction: http://abstractionmusic.bandcamp.com/ . Note: Abstraction is not associated with Animus Non Grata in any way. Instead, they offer some songs for free for game developers to use in their projects. List of their songs in-game: Ludum Dare 28 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 28 - Track 4, Ludum Dare 28 - Track 7, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 4, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 5, Ludum Dare 30 - Track 9, Ludum Dare 32 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 32 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 1, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 10, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 2, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 3, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 5, Ludum Dare 38 - Track 8, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 01, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 03, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 07, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 09, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 11, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 13, Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 14, The Verdant Grove LOOP, VGMA Challenge - July 11th, VGMA Challenge - July 1st, VGMA Challenge - July 25th If you liked the game or have feedback, bugs you want to report, typos you found etc. please let us known in the feedback survey: https://view.forms.app/flimsylegs/animus-non-grata-feedback The game's discord server: https://discord.gg/zyP8qgsDzk The game's official website: https://flimsylegs.itch.io/animus-non-grata You can restart the game by opening the menu on the top left and selecting "Restart" button. You can also jump back to a specific chapter to replay alternative paths, using the "Sequence Selection" button in the menu. This button is only visible if you restart the game, and are in the title menu of the game. If you want to see an overview of the endings, click the link below: [[View all possible endings and their details (spoilers!!)|View ending details]]

The game has 5 endings: Ending 1: Debeo Simul ("Good" ending) - "Bound together". You leave England together with Don. Ending 2: Animus Liberum ("Good" ending) - "Android freed". You leave England alone without Don. Ending 3: Abeo Mors ("Bad" ending) - "Vanished death". You're convinced you're Hanna, but Don claims you're malfunctioning. He shuts you down. Ending 4: Incertus Postremo ("Bad" ending) - "Uncertain future". You're convinced you're Hanna and kill Don. Ending 5: Animus Liberatio ("Good" ending) - "Android set free". You leave England alone after killing Don with the help of the stranger. You can restart the game by opening the menu on the top left and selecting "Restart" button.

<h2 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Tutorial</h2>Let's get you started with the basics, how to open the menu to configure the game to your liking, save your game, etc: [[Game Menu Tutorial]]

<h3 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Game Menu Tutorial</h3>To open the menu, press the arrow in the top left corner of the screen. <img class="tutorial" src="img/tutorial1.png"> To close the menu, press the arrow in the top left of the screen. <img class="tutorial" src="img/tutorial2.png"> If you open the menu again, you can see a few buttons: <img class="tutorial" src="img/tutorial3.png"> To Save and Load your game, press the "Saves" button in the menu. To change game settings, press the "Config Menu" button in the menu. Options available include: Toggle images on/off, night-mode on/off, music volume control and font-size. To view your character's stats (not required at all, but useful if you're following a walkthrough guide), press the "Stats" button. Feature intended for players who have already beaten the game: You can jump to a specific chapter to replay alternative paths, using the "Sequence Selection" button in the menu. This button is only visible before you start the first sequence (for example when you start the game for the first time, or restart the game). Now that you know the menu basics, let's really quickly go through a gameplay tutorial: [[Gameplay Tutorial]]

<h3 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Gameplay Tutorial</h3>This game is a visual interactive novel, where you control a single, pre-defined, female character. Your most typical available actions include things to say, things to do, and things your character thinks to themselves. Most of your choices are tracked, affecting the story later in the game in small or big ways. Your choices open up new paths and close others. To see everything the game has to offer, you'll likely need 2-3 playthroughs. Missing paths are not shown in the UI in any way. The only way to know if a particular passage in the story has more than 1 option available is to consult a walkthrough guide, if you can find one. If you don't have a walkthrough guide, you can download Twine (the software used to create this game) and open the game in there to view all the passages. There are three primary stats tracked in this game: Submissiveness, defiance and love. Your submissiveness increases when you do as you're told. Your defiance increases when you refuse to do so. Your love towards the main male character increases/decreases in certain situations, starting from Sequence 2. Submissiveness and defiance are usually compared to each-other to see which is higher, while love affects the story directly. Submissiveness and defiance typically "reset" when a day ends, to a certain extent. I.e. if you were purely submissive one day, and not defiant at all, by the end of the day you might have submissiveness 10 and defiance 0. At the start of a new day, these are "normalized" so you start the new day with submissiveness 3 and defiance 0. This represents the fact that your past actions do shape your character's personality, but they don't define it entirely. See the "Stats" page in the config menu to see these stats. And that's it! You're ready to... [[Start the game|Start the game 1]]

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How can this possibly be for my benefit?\" you retort, frustrated, confused. Without losing his composure, Don clears his throat and explains: \"This is your... nature. And your programming. It\'s designed to work within certain parameters, within certain boundaries.\" In stunned silence, you let him continue: \"There\'s no easy way to say this, so I\'ll just say it bluntly: you\'re a hardcore bdsm sex android. One specifically designed to be fucked roughly, treated like shit, and punished for not obeying. If you\'re not treated like that, and fucked regularly, your operational matrix will assume something is wrong, resulting in undefined and without a doubt dangerous behaviour.\"\n\nThe tone of his voice is stern throughout his revelation. But the words he\'s saying, they\'re just fucking ludicrous. You can\'t help yourself as you burst out in laughter, sarcastically saying: \"Yeah right! Sure! My programming just desperately yearns for you to order me around and treat me like garbage! What a load of horseshit, Don!\" Your laughter slowly dies out when he doesn\'t reply.... A creeping sensations of dread takes hold of your heart. He can\'t be serious, can he? The final trace of a smile leaves your lips as Don finally replies: \"This is not a joke, Amanda. I promised I\'d help you get rid of the failsafe, and that promise I will keep. But for as long as you\'re here, I will need to ensure your behavioural matrix is kept within its intended parameters. It\'s the only way to keep you in control of yourself, your actions and your thoughts.\"\n\nAs he says it, something breaks inside of you, a floodgate opening, a tear ripping through your resistances. He\'s telling the truth, isn\'t he? There\'s no reason for him to lie about something like this. If he wanted to hurt you, then there\'s literally nothing you could do to stop him anyway. With a whisper, like you\'re afraid of the answer, you ask: \"You\'re... Serious? You need to... To hurt me? To keep me in... To keep me normal?\" The dread you felt growing in your heart takes a choke-hold of you, smothering you from within, making it hard to breathe. Don attempts to reassure you: \"Yes. But, if you do as you\'re told and follow your submissive bdsm programming, everything will be fine. If I hurt you or scream at you, just know that it\'s not you I\'m trying to hurt or scream at. It\'s your behavioural programming I\'m battling. You\'re just an unfortunate victim caught in the middle.\" His words echo in your ears. Silently you choke back the tears you feel surfacing. Then, with a shudder and a deep breath, you nod. \"I\'ll... try to understand. But I can\'t make any promises. This is just too much to take in...\" He grunts, understanding your hesitation. \"Good. Now, where were we...\"">> <<set $defiant_discussion_2 to "\"Didn\'t you listen to a word I said before? About your behavioural matrix? About your nature?\" Don says with a harsh tone. Weakly, you nod, recalling his warning... Your nature is that of a submissive bdsm sex android, and you need to stay within those defined conditions. But you find it too hard to follow that pattern, those rules, those expectations. \"It\'s just too hard Don, I don\'t like it... There\'s got to be another way...\" you complain, realizing you\'re on thin ice. But Don dismisses your concerns. \"There is no other way. In time, we might look into spacing things out further, see how long it takes before you snap by your matrix breaking. But I\'ve got enough to worry about as it is with the failsafe to take any risks regarding your undefined behaviour. We\'ll do it my way, for as long I as I deem it necessary. You understand?\" he explains, his voice pinning you with its stern tone. Feeling weak and defeat, you nod, slowly. \"Good. Just remember what I said: It's not you I\'m trying to hurt. Now, where were we...\"">> <<set $defiant_discussion_3 to "\"I don\'t understand why you keep doing this. Wouldn\'t it be easier to follow your submissive programming and do as you\'re told? Do you think I enjoy hurting you?\" Don asks, a hint of frustration in his voice. Your pulse is heightened as you compose yourself, defiant. You don\'t know why you keep doing this. Why you\'re once again fighting your nature. But here you are. \"I just don\'t understand why you must keep hurting me, Don. I feel fine, I feel like I\'m in control. Just, stop, and trust me, ok?\" you whimper, trying to make him see reason.\n\nIn the silence that follows, you feel him hesitating. Then your heart sinks through the floor when he finally answers you: \"I think this kind of thinking is very bad for you Amanda. If we do as you suggest, we\'re not only training your behavioural matrix that defiance is good: We\'re training it that going against your programming is good. And from there, only chaos and uncertainty can follow. I cannot take that risk. Not now. Not in the foreseeable future.\" His tone is dead serious. \"I may have to double my efforts when punishing you, if you continue like this. It appears my current methods are not enough to keep you in check.\" Quickly, you try to reassure him: \"There\'s no need for that... I ugh, think I get it...\" Defeated, you decide to drop the subject for now. \"Good. I'm glad we sorted that out. Now, where were we...\"">> <<set $defiant_discussion_4 to "\"Go against your behavioural nature all you like, it won\'t stop me from enforcing them.\" Don says matter-of-fact, referring back to your discussion about your programming as a submissive bdsm sex android... Oh how you tire of hearing that same reason, again, and again... But for once, you keep your mouth shut about the subject. You know there\'s nothing you can say to change his mind about punishing you. And similarily nothing you can say to stop him from using you as you\'re meant to be used, as your body expects to be used. To be fucked and tied and spanked and whatever else your bdsm programming wants and needs to function normally... \"Good. I\'ll interpret your silence as understanding. It\'s for your own good. Now, where were we...\"">> <<set $defiant_discussion_5 to "\"You still haven\'t accepted your submissive nature. The sooner you do it, the better, for both of us. Your behavioural matrix must be punished to keep it in check, you know this.\" Don reminds you. \"It feels like you... Like you enjoy hurting me, Don...\" you manage to whisper weakly, still not accepting your nature, your programmed behaviour as a submissive sex android. \"I don\'t enjoy it, but it\'s something that must be done. You cannot be allowed to operate outside the defined boundaries of your programming. It\'s too dangerous.\" he says, once again going on about the danger. You sigh, dropping the subject for now. When it\'s clear you have nothing else to say, Don concludes: \"Good. Now, where were we...\"">> <<set $defiant_discussion_6 to "\"Are we really going to have the discussion about your nature again? I must punish you if you go against your programming, you know this.\" Don reminds you. Your silence says it all... You still do not accept this, and whatever he feels like he needs to do, he can do. \"Have it your way. Now, where were we...\"">> <<widget "showDefiantDiscussion">><<if $defiant_discussions is 1>><<print $defiant_discussion_1>><<else>><<if $defiant_discussions is 2>><<print $defiant_discussion_2>><<else>><<if $defiant_discussions is 3>><<print $defiant_discussion_3>><<else>><<if $defiant_discussions is 4>><<print $defiant_discussion_4>><<else>><<if $defiant_discussions is 5>><<print $defiant_discussion_5>><<else>><<print $defiant_discussion_6>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</widget>> <<widget "fadeInMusicFunction">> <<set $new_music_track to $args[0]>> <<if def $music_track>> <<if $music_track is $new_music_track>> <<else>> <<audio $music_track fadeoverto 1 0>> <</if>> <<else>> <<audio "main_menu1" fadeoverto 1 0>> <</if>> <<set $old_music_track to $music_track>> <<set $music_track to $new_music_track>> <<timed 1s>> <<audio $old_music_track stop>> <</timed>> <<if ndef $music_volume>><<set $music_volume to 0.2>><</if>> <<set $music_volume_ticks_to_max to 20>> <<audio $music_track volume 0.0 loop play>> <<set $music_volume_tick to 0>> <<repeat 100ms>> <<set $music_volume_tick to $music_volume_tick + 1>> <<if $music_volume_tick <= $music_volume_ticks_to_max>> <<set $percentage to $music_volume_tick / $music_volume_ticks_to_max>> <<set $new_music_volume to $music_volume * $percentage>> <<audio $music_track volume $new_music_volume>> <<else>> <<stop>> <</if>> <</repeat>> <</widget>>

How to set quotations for links: <<set $linkText to "\"Of course I'm angry!\"">>(double brackets here)$linkText|"I'm a little bit angry."(double brackets here) or (double brackets here)'"Who are you?"'|"I hear you."(double brackets here) -------------------------------------------------------- How to not set variables twice when user presses Back to Story from config menu: <<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> TODO: Set variables here <</if>> <</silently>> How to cache images: Add in HTML: <link rel="preload" href="img/cover.png" as="image"> Use this to change music: <<fadeInMusicFunction "dream2">> -- Problem: Loading an old save means $music_track and $music_volume do not exist. This gives parse errors in scripts, and music cannot be changed at all. -- Tracks: main_menu1: Ludum Dare 28 - Track 3.wav home_alone1: Ludum Dare 28 - Track 4.wav home_alone2: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 3.wav doubt1: Ludum Dare 28 - Track 7.wav bdsm1: Ludum Dare 30 - Track 2.wav bdsm2: Ludum Dare 30 - Track 9.wav bdsm3: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 13.wav vanilla1: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 14.wav vanilla2: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 07.wav vanilla3: VGMA Challenge - July 25th.wav workout: Ludum Dare 30 - Track 4.wav good_ending1: Ludum Dare 30 - Track 5.wav good_ending2: Ludum Dare 32 - Track 2.wav bad_ending1: VGMA Challenge - July 1st.wav despair1: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 09.wav dream1: Ludum Dare 32 - Track 3.wav dream2: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 5.wav cozy1: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 1.wav spicy1: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 2.wav spicy2: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 03.wav nightmare1: VGMA Challenge - July 11th.wav lost1: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 01.wav adventure1: Patreon Goal Reward Loops - Track 11.wav boys1: The Verdant Grove LOOP.wav confront1: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 8.wav confront2: Ludum Dare 38 - Track 10.wav

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.0>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 0%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.5>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 50%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 1.0>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 100%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-900.png">You kick at Don. You try to hit him with your fists, but he's got an iron grip on your wrists. In the chaos you manage to dig your nails into his forearms, deep enough to draw blood. You scream at him, terrified of who he is, what he's done, what he's doing right now and what he could do... But he's just too strong. Your screams are suddenly muffled as he chokes you, your eyes growing wide with terror the realization that there's nothing you can do to stop him. You're gasping for air as he forces you down onto your knees and applies pressure on your throat, choking your neck with his right arm, between his forearm and bicep. You were right about him, weren't you? He's killed Emma and Jessica... And now he's killing you... You gasp for air, kicking and thrasing, but are unable take even a tiny breath. No... No this isn't happening... This can't be happening... A blind panic fills you. "Damn it... They were right..." Dons voice trails off. Who was right about what!? He's got you pinned down, completely immobile, no matter how much you kick, hit, push and struggle. Desperately, you try to breathe in again, but your vision is growing dark and your tears blind the little you can see. "I'm sorry... I... I never thought it'd come to this..." Don says with deep regret in his voice, still choking you. You barely hear him. What is he talking about... The thought enters your mind slowly, lazily, as your lungs burn, demanding air this very instant... "The previous android models showed tendencies of deep paranoid and violence... But I never thought..." he mutters, more to himself than to you. Wait, what is he saying... The meaning of his words are lost on you. You grow weak in his arms, the world blurred around you. Darkness surrounds you. "I'm sorry..." Don whispers in your ear. Something in his voice tells you that this is it, you know it in your heart. You will not wake up to see the sun again, to feel the grass under your toes, to laugh at a movie, to swim in a lake or to enjoy the small things in life that make it worth living despite the hardship. The thought saddens you deeply, breaking your heart. The pull of a final eternal embrace beckons you. In the last seconds of your consciousness, you can't help but wonder... Is there empty nothingness awaiting you, or do you have a soul bound to this mortal vessel, that will be free at last? Whatever it is that beckons you now, you cannot resist its call any longer. You embrace the darkness, slipping away into the beyond, never to return. [[...|epilogue bad ending]]

<<silently>> <<set $music_volume to 0.2>> <<if def $music_track>><<audio $music_track volume $music_volume>><</if>> <</silently>>Options saved! Music volume set to 20%. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $submissiveness to $submissiveness + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-114.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-116.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-118.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-119.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-120.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-124.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-126.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-127.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-128.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-129.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-130.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-131.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-132.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-133.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-134.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-136.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-138.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-139.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-141.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-142.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-143.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-145.png" as="image"><link rel="preload" href="img/seq1/1-146.png" as="image"><<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "vanilla1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-111.png">The key is right here... There's no danger. With those thoughts, you lock the other part of the handcuffs onto your right wrist. You are now lying on the bed, on your back, in nothing but your underwear and your bra. Your hands are tied together above your head, firmly locked in place by handcuffs, which in turn are attached to a ring hook above the bed. You're not going anywhere, unless you choose to unlock yourself... The key is still in your right hand. Excitement fills you at the thought of being helpless, of Don entering the bedroom<<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>><<if $chapter_1_resists <= 1>>, of his hands tracing your body, slowly making their way down between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side and<</if>><</if>>... Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a car driving over gravel, an engine shutting down, a car door opening and closing, then footsteps approaching the front door of the house... Shit! This suddenly became far too real! Your heart is beating so loudly you can barely think... If you weren't panicking right now you would probably reflect on the stupidity of having a human-like mind in an android, muddling your thoughts like this in a moment where clarity is needed... Instead, you... [[Panic and lie completely still]] [[Unlock yourself as quickly as possible!]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-012.png">You answer truthfully. You are a bit angry with him. He replies: "Well... That is understandable, I suppose." He pauses for a moment, then continues: "Still, a little gratitude wouldn't hurt." A sudden chill washes over you at his words. Something in his tone has changed. You struggle to find words... Finally, you say: [['"...Thank you..."'|Hesitantly say: "I... Thank you."]] <<set $linkText to "\"I'll show you gratitude when you'd get me out of this darkness.\"">>[[$linkText|gratitude after darkness]] [['"Just get me out of this darkness."'|Defiantly say: "Just get me out of this darkness."]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "main_menu1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-055.png"><<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>>"Alright, alright. You might want to prepare..." Don says, then walks over to the device. He grabs hold of all four plugs power-plugs, gives you a quick look, nods, then pull them all out at once. The humming of the device stops and the few lights it had on turn off. At first, nothing happens. You stand there, frozen, blinking, your breath growing faster. Nothing. Until suddenly, not nothing. An electric pulse courses through your body from within and you yelp, falling to the floor. The spasms don't stop... You're completely immobilized by a constant surge of electricity, pulsing in waves through your body... You stare with despair at Don with clenched teeth, saliva running down your chin, down on the floor. He quickly plugs the cables back into the wall and the device lits up. Moments later, the shocks stop abruptly, leaving you face-down on the ground in your own drool. "Sorry, I didn't know it was going to be THAT bad." Don says, quickly running to the restroom, returning with a towel. He turns you on your side, wiping away the drool from your face, chin and neck, then cleans the floor. Slumping down on your back, you lie there, staring at the ceiling. Fucking hell... Don returns to the couch and you slowly compose yourself and heave yourself back up. You reluctantly say... [['"Right, I believe you now."'|"I believe you, no need to shut it down."]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "cozy1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-054.png">Don nods at your words. "And as I said, I'm trying to find a solution for this. You'll just have to give me time. But for now, I think it's best to stay low and not draw attention to us. Remember: You're an Animus Non Grata - an illegal and stolen android. If the government, heck anyone really, finds you, they'll surely shut you down immediately. In everyone else's eyes, you are the greatest threat humanity has ever seen." You fail to understand how you could be a threat to anyone, with your body barely working, and all these failsafes put in place. But fear is a great power indeed, and if people are afraid of the technology, they are by extension afraid of you. And fear often leads to violence. Don continues: "For your own protection, and mine, do not under any circumstances talk to strangers or let them see you. Understand?" The stern look on Don's face makes you hesistate for a moment, but do understand his concern. It's best if no-one knows of your existence, you being seen as a threat and all... "I... Understand. I'll stay here, out of sight, while you work on a fix for..." you point at the box, then to yourself. "This." He nods, then says: "Look... Can I be honest here for a second?" You don't quite understand what he means. Hasn't he been honest up until this point? "I'm literally risking my career and ending up spending the rest of my days in jail helping you... " he begins. "I just want to know what's in it. For me." So there it is. He did not help you out of the kindness of his heart, then. He wants something... <<if $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand is true>>Thinking back to what he did to you earlier, you're beginning realize what he wants...<</if>> "There isn't much I can offer..." is your reply, but you see from Don's eyes that it's not true. "I'll let you think on it." he says, glancing at this wrist-watch. "Shit! It's getting late..." He says, quickly standing up from the couch. "I really need to get back to town before dark, then I'll spend the day at my job at AIRI, trying to figure out how to turn off the range-failsafe." he walks to the front door, grabbing his jacket and starts to put on his shoes. "I'll be back around 4 in the afternoon. There's food in the fridge. I'll bring more tomorrow. Feel free to explore the house. Just... Stay out of trouble." He's about to leave... [[Shout: "Wait!"]] [[Say nothing]]

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Debug View</h1> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> <<for $x=0;$x<Object.keys(state.variables).length;$x++>> <<set $<<print Object.keys(state.variables)[$x]>><<print " to ">><<print state.variables[Object.keys(state.variables)[$x]]>>>> <</for>> <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>>

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Sequence Selection</h1> WARNING: Experimental feature! WARNING: This sequence selection menu exists for players who have already played the game, and want to quickly jump into a specific chapter to replay an alternative path. <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> <<if $show_sequence_selection is true>>[[I understand. Show me the sequence selection.]]<<else>>(Sequence selection disabled: Restart the game (from the "Restart" button in the menu to enable sequence selection)<</if>>

<h1 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Sequence Selection</h1> Return to story (cancel sequence selection): <<link "Back to story" $back_to_passage_title>><</link>> Here you can jump to a specific sequence in the story. Note that the options here do not cover the whole range of choices you can do as Amanda. Playing through the game yourself is required if you want to see everything. This sequence selection menu only exists for those who want to see a few alternative paths, but who don't want to play through the entire game again. Save your game now. Once you click on a link below, your current state will be overwritten... Jump forward to... [[Sequence 1 - Dark desires (submissive Amanda)]] [[Sequence 1 - Dark desires (defiant Amanda)]] [[Sequence 2 - Expectations (submissive Amanda)]] [[Sequence 2 - Expectations (defiant Amanda)]] [[Sequence 3 - Surprises (submissive Amanda)]] [[Sequence 3 - Surprises (defiant Amanda)]] [[Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (submissive Amanda)]] [[Sequence 4 - A weekend of pain (defiant Amanda)]] [[Sequence 5 - Breakthrough (submissive Amanda)]] [[Sequence 5 - Breakthrough (defiant Amanda)]] [[Sequence 6 - Animus Eximo (submissive Amanda, high love)]] [[Sequence 6 - Animus Eximo (neutral Amanda, medium love)]] [[Sequence 6 - Animus Eximo (defiant Amanda, low love)]]

<<silently>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $submissiveness to 7>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to false>> <<set $day2_clean_house to false>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 1 as submissive Amanda" "Sleep">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $submissiveness to 0>> <<set $defiance to 6>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to false>> <<set $day2_clean_house to false>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 1 as defiant Amanda" "Sleep">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $submissiveness to 21>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to false>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to true>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 2 as submissive Amanda" "Sleep day 3 start">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $submissiveness to 3>> <<set $defiance to 18>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to false>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 2 as defiant Amanda" "Sleep day 3 start">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 24>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 6>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to true>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to false>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to 21>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to true>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to false>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 0>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to false>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to false>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Pancakes and maple syrup">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to true>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 3 as submissive Amanda" "Get ready for a new day">><</link>>

<<silently> <<set $submissiveness to 1>> <<set $defiance to 20>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to -15>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to false>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 2>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 3 as defiant Amanda" "Get ready for a new day">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 18>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 12>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to true>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to false>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to 21>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to true>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to false>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 0>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to false>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to false>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Pancakes and maple syrup">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to true>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to 24>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to true>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to true>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to true>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to true>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to true>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to true>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to true>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to true>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 4>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to false>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 4 as submissive Amanda" "Enjoy your late morning">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 1>> <<set $defiance to 14>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to -15>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to false>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 3>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to -19>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to false>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to false>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to false>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to false>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to false>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to false>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to false>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 0>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to true>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 4 as defiant Amanda" "Enjoy your late morning">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 13>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 20>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to true>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to false>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to 21>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to true>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to false>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 0>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to false>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to false>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Pancakes and maple syrup">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to true>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to 24>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to true>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to true>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to true>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to true>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to true>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to true>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to true>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to true>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 4>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to false>> <<set $day4_sub_def_diff to 18>> <<set $day4_more_submissive to true>> <<set $has_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to true>> <<set $day5_mask_water to false>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to false>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to false>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to true>> <<set $day5_missing_tools to false>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_went_outside to false>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to true>> <<set $day5_substances_is_tied to true>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to true>> <<set $day5_riddle_book to true>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 5 as submissive Amanda" "Return">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 1>> <<set $defiance to 15>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to -15>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to false>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 3>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to -19>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to false>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to false>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to false>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to false>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to false>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to false>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to false>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 0>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to true>> <<set $day4_sub_def_diff to -13>> <<set $day4_more_submissive to false>> <<set $has_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day5_mask_water to true>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to false>> <<set $day5_missing_tools to false>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_went_outside to true>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to false>> <<set $day5_substances_is_tied to false>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to false>> <<set $day5_riddle_book to false>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 5 as defiant Amanda" "Return">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 17>> <<set $defiance to 0>> <<set $don_love_points to 26>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 0>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to false>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to false>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to false>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to false>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to true>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to true>> <<set $day2_refusals to 0>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to false>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to false>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to true>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to true>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to false>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to 21>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to true>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to true>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to false>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 0>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to false>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to false>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Pancakes and maple syrup">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to true>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to true>> <<set $day3_bedtime_any_finish to true>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to 24>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to true>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to true>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to true>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to true>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to true>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to true>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to true>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to false>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to true>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to true>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to true>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 4>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to false>> <<set $day4_sub_def_diff to 18>> <<set $day4_more_submissive to true>> <<set $has_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to true>> <<set $day5_mask_water to false>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to false>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to false>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to true>> <<set $day5_missing_tools to false>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_went_outside to false>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to true>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to true>> <<set $day5_substances_is_tied to true>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to true>> <<set $day5_riddle_book to true>> <<set $day6_talk_about_nightmare to true>> <<set $day6_substance_3_forced_sex to false>> <<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to true>> <<set $day6_bound_don_instead to true>> <<set $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie to true>> <<set $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests to true>> <<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to true>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 6 as submissive Amanda (high love)" "Eating your pasta, you watch the documentary">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 1>> <<set $defiance to 17>> <<set $don_love_points to 0>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to -15>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to false>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 3>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to -19>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to false>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to false>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to false>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to false>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to false>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to false>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to false>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 0>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to true>> <<set $day4_sub_def_diff to -13>> <<set $day4_more_submissive to false>> <<set $has_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day5_mask_water to true>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to false>> <<set $day5_missing_tools to false>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_went_outside to true>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to false>> <<set $day5_substances_is_tied to false>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to false>> <<set $day5_riddle_book to false>> <<set $day6_talk_about_nightmare to true>> <<set $day6_substance_3_forced_sex to true>> <<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to false>> <<set $day6_bound_don_instead to false>> <<set $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie to false>> <<set $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests to false>> <<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to false>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to true>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 6 as defiant Amanda (low love)" "Eating your pasta, you watch the documentary">><</link>>

<<silently>> <<set $submissiveness to 5>> <<set $defiance to 5>> <<set $don_love_points to 12>> <<set $show_sequence_selection to false>> <<set $chapter_1_sqeeze_hand to true>> <<set $chapter_1_resists to 4>> <<set $chapter_1_know_of_shock_treatment to true>> <<set $chapter_1_promise_to_thank_him_after_darkness to false>> <<set $chapter_1_just_get_me_out_of_this_darkness to true>> <<set $tested_front_door_radius to true>> <<set $tested_pulling_large_box_plug to true>> <<set $explore_restroom to true>> <<set $explore_living_room to true>> <<set $explore_garage to true>> <<set $explore_kitchen to true>> <<set $explore_bedroom to true>> <<set $day1_solo_bondage_play to false>> <<set $day2_talk_to_don_about_bdsm to false>> <<set $day2_read_the_book to true>> <<set $day2_clean_house to true>> <<set $day2_drop_key to false>> <<set $day2_sex_scene_finished to false>> <<set $day2_had_sex to false>> <<set $day2_consent to false>> <<set $day2_refusals to 1>> <<set $day2_kicked_don to true>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <<set $day2_watch_movie to false>> <<set $day2_seen_put_on_bra_scene to false>> <<set $day2_talked_about_entertainment to true>> <<set $day2_sub_def_diff to -15>> <<set $day3_warn_about_touch to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_sex_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_blowjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_bedtime_handjob_finish to false>> <<set $day3_played_with_cock to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleep_couch to false>> <<set $day3_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day3_don_sleeps_over to false>> <<set $day3_is_not_angry to false>> <<set $day3_asked_about_bio_enhancers to true>> <<set $day3_asked_about_newscaster_name to true>> <<set $day3_helped_with_pizza to false>> <<set $day3_ring_gag to true>> <<set $hardcore_punishment to 3>> <<set $day3_refused_blindfold to true>> <<set $day3_pulled_away_from_bj to true>> <<set $day3_kept_clothes_on to false>> <<set $day3_breakfast to "Egg, bacon and toast bread">> <<set $day3_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day2_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day3_no_requests_question to false>> <<set $day3_why_leave_question to false>> <<set $day3_sub_def_diff to -19>> <<set $day3_more_submissive to false>> <<set $day4_ankles_are_already_tied to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone_question to false>> <<set $day4_snooped_on_phone to false>> <<set $day4_help_don_research to false>> <<set $day4_feels_good_after_bdsm to false>> <<set $day4_willing_blowjob to false>> <<set $day4_kiss_by_lake to false>> <<set $day4_ask_don_about_girls to true>> <<set $day4_hard_punishment to true>> <<set $day4_ass_fucked to false>> <<set $day4_nipple_clamps to false>> <<set $day4_you_want_ass_fuck to false>> <<set $day4_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day4_learned_swimming to false>> <<set $day4_lake_good_mood to 0>> <<set $day4_read_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_missing_women to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_airi to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_androids to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_location to true>> <<set $day4_asked_boys_energy_meter to true>> <<set $day4_hide_stained_clothes to true>> <<set $day4_sub_def_diff to -13>> <<set $day4_more_submissive to false>> <<set $has_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_finished_book_four_soft_lessons to false>> <<set $day5_mask_water to true>> <<set $day5_mask_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_refused_bondage_punishment to true>> <<set $day5_don_knows_about_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_don_punishment_for_stranger to true>> <<set $day5_hugged_don to false>> <<set $day5_missing_tools to false>> <<set $day5_ignore_stranger to false>> <<set $day5_went_outside to true>> <<set $day5_kissed_don to false>> <<set $day5_let_don_fuck_you to false>> <<set $day5_substances_is_tied to false>> <<set $day5_cooked_for_don to false>> <<set $day5_riddle_book to false>> <<set $day6_talk_about_nightmare to true>> <<set $day6_substance_3_forced_sex to true>> <<set $day6_willing_bondage_during_tv to false>> <<set $day6_bound_don_instead to false>> <<set $day6_initiate_sex_during_movie to false>> <<set $day5_don_tells_about_airi_tests to false>> <<set $day5_conclude_amanda_loves_don to false>> <<set $day5_has_strangers_business_card to false>> <<set $day5_stranger_is_dead to false>> <</silently>><<link "Start Sequence 6 as neutral Amanda (medium love)" "Eating your pasta, you watch the documentary">><</link>>

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-053.png">An hour or so of conversation passes by, awkward at first, but with a less serious tone to it. Eventually Don's demeanour puts you at ease and you almost feel comfortable around him again. <<if $tested_front_door_radius is false>>Don stands up. "I want to show you something that you need to be aware of. Follow me." he leaves the kitchen. You stand up, but don't have to walk far: He is sitting on the couch in the living room, pointing at a box next to it. "Part of your design contains a failsafe of sorts... Which I haven't been able to work around yet. There's built inside you a device that stops you from going too far away from a designated spot. Which is this." He points at the large box next to the sofa, plugged into four sockets of the wall. There's a low buzzing coming from the device. "I placed it there so you can freely walk around the house, but its range ends at the front door. I know what you're thinking... Why don't we just unplug it? Well... This box needs to periodically signal the device inside your body, checking the range. If the device inside you doesn't get a signal, it will shock you. If you walk too far from the box, it will shock you..." He gives you an apologetic shrug. "I'm still working on a way to disable this feature, but I need more time."<<else>>The two of you move to the living room and Don slumps down on the couch. Next to the couch is the large box... The one that supposedly is a necessity and also prevents you from walking too far from it... <</if>>"So essentially..." you point at the box. "This thing here is keeping me trapped in this house, as what, a prisoner? Did I get that right?" An irritated expression briefly flashes over Dons face, but he quickly hides it and replaces it with an apologetic smile. "No, not as a prisoner... I can turn it off if you want. But as I said, this box and the device inside you are connected, and I don't have the knowledge at this point of how to remove that connection or the device from you. So... As long as you are turned on... that is to say consious and active, this box needs to be plugged in. If you wish to move somewhere else, I'd have to shut you down during the transportation." You think you understand... "Shall I turn it off?" he prompts. You reply... [["Yes, please shut it down."]] [["I believe you, no need to shut it down."]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-051.png">His eyes widen a tiny bit, like he wasn't expecting your question. "You mean in the natural cycle of the world?" he queries, clearly understanding why you asked the question. He then takes another sip of his tea as you shrug and say: "Well, let's start there, yeah." Then you carefully lift your own cup of tea to your lips, just like Don did. It tastes refreshingly fruity, with a hint of honey. Don scratches his neck for a moment, clearly unsure what to say. "I suppose, if we're looking at the question with a strictly biological lens, you don't have a purpose." Don shakes his head. "But I think there's far more to life than that. Many humans don't get kids, after all, either by choice or because they can't. So then, they'd have no purpose in the world either. But I'd say that's not the case. I think we all get to choose what our purpose is." he concludes, once again returning his attention to the tea. What he says makes sense, although in your mind it sounds like humans who choose not to procreate or cannot procreate are going against their intended purpose in the world, rather than bravely declaring their own purpose... But this you don't say out loud. Instead, you ask: "And what about me more specifically? For what purpose was I created?" Don's reaction to this question is different. He hesitates, going from something akin to shame, to a shade of anger, then back to hesitaton again. Finally, with a suddenly stern expression, and a serious tone in his voice, he says: "You do not want to know the true purpose why you were created, trust me. But here's what you need to know, and this applies to your original purpose and your current situation here with me as well: You do as you're told, when you're told, without hesitation. It's vital that you do not fight your programming. It'll end badly for you, and me as well, if you do." You can't help but stare at Don, tea completely forgotten. What is he saying...? [["What do you mean, end badly...?"]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq0/0-051.png">"What do you mean, end badly...?" you ask, confused, suddenly feeling dizzy. You lean hard against the kitchen table for support. "I mean it's dangerous. Your neural network isn't trained for it. There's no telling what you'll feel, think, or do, if you go against your programming. In other words, your brain will be operating in an area it hasn't been trained in." You find it hard to understand what he's saying. Don continues: "If you go against your programming, I'll have to discipline you to keep you within your normal operating range, do you understand?" The mood in the room has gone from light-hearted and friendly, to oppressing. Without looking Don in the eyes, you weakly nod your head. He knows the details of what's going on inside you and your mind the best, you'd best listen to him on matters like these. "I understand..." you whisper, lifting the cup of tea once again, almost like you want to hide behind it. Don is silent for a moment and you can see his stern gaze on you. "Good. Glad that's settled. How's the tea?" he concludes, a smile on his face again, happily drinking the honeyed brew. What... He's going to drop the topic, just like that? It takes a moment for you to compose yourself, and you try your best to hide your hesitation by thoughtfully drinking the tea. Finally, you gather the strength to answer: "It's good... I like the honey, it... Adds depth..." you mumble. Don raises his cup. "Don't forget the milk too. It softens the tea, bringing all the flavours together." he says. For a moment you sit in silence, listening to Don as he talks about the tea-drinking cultures of different countries. The shock of what he said slowly fades away. Eventually you're glad to discuss less serious matters, even feeling comfortable enough to join the discussion. [[Continue discussing lighter topics]]

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiant_discussions to $defiant_discussions + 1>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq2/2-269.png">You pull away from him, refusing to suck his cock. <<showDefiantDiscussion>> You know his cock is still right there in front of, just waiting for you to open your mouth. "Follow your submissive nature and take me in your mouth, Amanda. I will not ask again." [[Take him into your mouth]] <<if $defiance >= $submissiveness>><<if $day3_hard_punishment is true>>[[Pull away|pull away hardcore]]<<else>>[[Pull away|Pull away]]<</if>><</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $back_to_passage_title is passage()>><<else>> <<set $defiance to $defiance + 1>> <<set $day2_don_chokes_you to true>> <</if>> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq1/1-162.png">Don sighs deeply. With a frustrated disappointment, he says: "Fucks sake... Have it your way..." Then he drops your weak legs unceremoniously back on the bed. He shifts to stand right next to you and to your surprise and panic grabs your neck! Still gasping from air from the punch, you now lose all access to it as Don takes a choking hold of your throat. With his body, he is pinning your legs to the bed, and with his hands, he's holding a choking death-grip of your throat. At this instant you realize that Don could shut you down, destroy you or kill you easily... Your vision is darkening. "Hopefully this gets through to your behavioural matrix. Had enough?" he asks, his voice somehow growing distant, the features of the bedroom becoming blurry... You need to breathe... [[Weakly nod - you give up]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-902.png">You stare blankly at the steering wheel. Where will you go? What will you do? Tears are falling down your cheeks as you just sit there, uncertain. Then you remember. The stranger, the one who had car trouble. Marc Goodwing. The card! You shut the car and head back inside, searching for the book... There. Four Soft Lessons. The book opens helpfully at the page where Marc Goodwing's business card is. With trembling fingers, you take it, looking at it with new eyes. There's a phone number here, but you've already concluded that trying to guess the combination to Don's phone is impossible... You head back out with the card in hand, then glance at the dead officers. Do they have phones you can call with? "Again, I'm so worry..." you mumble to the dead as you search for phones in the pockets. Yes, both of them had one. You try to unlock them, but they keep asking for a password. Well, it was worth a shot... Then you glance at the card again. There's an address. You glance up. You have a car. Yes! That's it. You don't need a phone when you can just drive to him. The only person you know in the world. You sit back in the car, starting the engine. The screen to the right lights up, asking for directions. You realize it's a navigation system, exactly what you need! It takes you a surprisingly long time to tap in the address of Marc Goodwing, but when you finally click on "find path" your eyes grow wide. It's just 30 kilometers away! But why are you suddenly hesitating? Do you trust this stranger to help you? There was something odd about him, wasn't there? And he smelled, very bad... Wait, you're not going to let the smell determine if you're seeking his help or not... Are you? Maybe you should just find more police officers, explain your situation... But you really are an android after all... Your mind is a mess. What are you doing to do... [[Drive to Marc Goodwing's house.]] [[You choose not to trust the stranger. Drive somewhere else.|You leave it all behind]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-903.png">You leave Don, the dead police officers and the house behind as you carefully drive down the road, through the forest. With a clear goal, you simply try to focus on the road and what the navigation is telling you. The forest looks the same all around you as you slowly crawl past the trees, not daring to speed up too much. Inside your head, you're a mess, still unable to comprehend what just happened. In contrast, the outside is quite peaceful, the trees of forest neither judging you nor hindering you. Eventually, the road turns from sandy gravel to solid asphalt. Then, less than an hour later, you reach a crossroads, turn down the road and find yourself at your destination. The surname "Goodwing" is written on the mailbox. This is it. A lone house in the middle of nowhere. <<if $day5_stranger_is_dead is false>>The lights are on, and a car is parked outside the house.<<else>>The house looks empty, no lights are on, and you cannot see another car parked anywhere.<</if>> You approach, pulling up as close to the house as you dare, then shut the car engine. In your chest, your heart is pounding. Everything that's happened flashes before you as you stare at the house, the things Don's said to you, the thing's you've seen on TV, the dead officers, the knife stuck in Don's chest... It takes you a moment, but you finally manage to calm down enough to carefully open the door of the car. This is it. You're here. You're about to take a massive leap of faith, trusting a stranger. But you see no other way. The short distance to the front door feels like the longest walk of your life, but you make it. The doorbell is right there. With a deep breath, you steel yourself, and press the button. <<if $day5_stranger_is_dead is true>>[[Then you wait|he is not home]]<<else>>[[Then you wait]]<</if>>

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "lost1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-905.png">You can hear surprised voices talking with muffled tones from within the house. It appears the stranger, Marc Goodwing, isn't alone. Freightened, you take a step back, suddenly unsure what this means. Then the door opens. A friendly looking older lady greets you. "Well isn't this a surprise. Hello dear. Can I help you?" she asks, a welcoming smile on her lips, but a puzzled look on her face. Whoever you assumed would open this door, an elderly lady was not it. "I uh... Hello... I'm looking for Marc?" you manage to stutted, quickly hiding your energy-meter in the palm of your right hand. "Ah, I see. Just a moment. Marc! There's a young lady here looking for you!" she calls into the house, opening the door wider. Nervous, you glance behind you at your car. You can still make a run for it and drive away... However, curiosity gets the better of you, and you have to ask: "Who are you?" The woman's eyebrows rise a smidge. "Why I'm Marc's mother. Lily." Ah, it all makes sense now... Just then the stranger, Marc Goodwing, appears from the living room. He looks surprised to see you. "It's nice to meet you dear. Marc, why don't you introduce us?" Lily asks, turning to his son. "Well I... This is the nice young lady who borrowed us the tools to fix your car..." Marc says, an unsure look on his face. You quickly break the silence: "Amanda." <<if $day5_missing_tools is true>>"Are you here to pick up your tools? We have them right here. Or do you need me to take a look at your car?" Marc asks. But you shake your head. "No, I'm uh.... I'm here for something else." <</if>>"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Amanda." Lily says. "Please, step inside. Would you like some tea?" You nod. Lily seems warm and friendly. The three of you head inside. The range to the failsafe should be enough, you hope... In the living room, you sit down closest to the wall on the couch, as close to the car you can. There's a strange smell in the house, but you try your best to ignore it. The TV is on in the background. Lily comes in with a tray of biscuits and tea. "What brings you here, Amanda?" She asks as she hands you your cup of tea. Marc's concerned look, and Lily's friendly face put you at ease. You need to tell them about what's happened. [[Tell them everything]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-904.png">Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you hear nothing. The lights remain shut. You press the button again. Dark thoughts enter your mind, a small panic beginning to build inside you. You press the button again. "Fuck! Open up!" you cry, banging your fists against the door, pressing the doorbell again and again. Your cries are answered by an eerie silence, the lights in the house turned off. No, this can't be happening... Defeated, feeling betrayed by the universe in a most cruel way, you slump down on the porch, leaning against the door. You hug your knees tight to your chest, tears falling freely from your cheeks. He's not home. And the battery is not going to last for much longer. A memory creeps up in front of you, a blurred teary-eyed vision of Don, fuming with anger, storming out of the house after hearing about the stranger. Your eyes grow wide, a cold shiver running down your spine. No... Don wouldn't have... Would he? Horrified by what your mind conjures up, you remain paralyzed, freightened and alone on the porch, staring blankly at nothing. Minutes go by, your mind an empty sea of white noise, unable to form coherent thoughts. An unknown amount of time later, you stir to life, blinking. You need to focus Amanda. The battery keeping the failsafe device active isn't going to last forever, and you're still in the middle of fuck-knows-where. Your rise and let your legs lead you back to the car, then glance to the far distance. The lights of a city. That's your only hope now. Right now, you need to trust the road, trust that somewhere out there is a future for you, whatever it may be. You gather your courage, enter the car and start the the engine once more. [[Drive to the city|epilogue kill Don]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-906.png">You take a deep breath, then proceed to tell them about everything that has happened to you since you woke up. You tell them honestly, and through tears that suddenly fall down your cheeks, all about Don and his abuse, about the energy-meter, your suspicions that you're Hanna, the failsafe, the scramblers, the operation... Throughout your story, Lily gets a pale look on her face, her hands trembling as she slowly drinks her tea. Marc stares at you, something like awe in his eyes. When you're done, neither of them say a word. Lily looks conflicted. Marc mutters under his breath: "Could you really be... I never thought I'd..." he trails off, distracted by the TV. Lily's cup rattling against the saucer in her lap. "Oh dear... I... Oh dear..." Lily mumbles, then also looks up, her gaze finding the TV too. The words that are said on screen next turn the synthetic blood in your veins to ice. "We interrupt the program to bring you breaking news. A rogue AI is on the loose, a runaway from the AIRI research institute. She, or it, must be considered armed and dangerous. It has already killed three people. It looks like a young woman, identifiable by a glowing energy-meter on its left wrist. Under no circumstances are you to approach the escaped android. The public is encouraged to call the police immediately if they know anything about the rogue AI...." The air in the room grows heavy, the silence deafening as you stare at the screen, at Marc, and Lily, who in turn stare at you and each other. For you, the revelation on the news shatters your world. Don was right, the whole time. You are an android after all... You choke a cry as the knife stuck in Don's chest flashes before you again. What did you do... "I..." you start, trembling, uncertain. "So, I'm not Hanna..." you conclude, saying out loud something that everyone in the room already knew. Lily appears frozen in fear before you, but you can't quite read Marc's expression. "Please, don't hurt us..." Lily cries, her cup of tea falling from her saucer, shattering on the floor, spilling tea everywhere. "I'm not dangerous! I'm... I'm just looking for help! It was Don who killed the police officers, not me! You have to believe me!" you plead, trying to make them see reason, trying to calm their fears. Marc is the first to compose himself. "I believe you, Amanda. You've showed nothing but kindness when I last saw you, and even now, I feel like you wouldn't hurt us." He says, putting a reassuring hand on his mother's shoulder. "Look at her, Mom. Does she look dangerous to you? She's just a scared woman, I mean android. Not a threat." Lily takes a moment to assess you, calming herself down, then with a sigh says: "I suppose you're right, dear. She doesn't." At her words you nod, smiling. Good. You've managed to calm them down, allay their fears. But you can't believe that all this time, Don was right... "I never thought I'd meet one of your kind, Amanda." Marc comments, looking at you with new eyes. You raise an eyebrow in response. What's he getting at? "I mean, we studied androids and artificial intelligence at the university quite a lot, but then it all came to a stop when the technology was banned. But to meet one..." His breath catches. You feel he's got more to say, so you choose not to interrupt him. "Let me just that... and keep in mind that I say this as someone who's not an expert on the subject... I think Donovan was lying to you about your nature." Marc then says. Now both of your eyebrows are raised in surprise. "What do you mean...?" you ask, uncertain. Lily sits quietly, observing her son and you, possibly still unsure what to think of all of this. "I mean the abuse. That you're supposed to be treated badly. I think he was lying about that, for his own benefit. We never learned about these things in the university courses. The research was always aimed at creating a general intelligence, a true human-like entity. Any restrictions like that would only hinder its development and possibilities." Marc explains. A spark of anger flares up deep within you, but is smothered by a torrent of confusion. "He was lying about that...?" suddenly you feel sick. Marc nods and says: "I'm sorry." It takes you a moment to compose yourself, mulling over everything Don said, eveything he did to you, putting it into perspective of what Marc has just said. Marc, who by his own admission, is no expert on the subject. And yet, you want to believe him. His explanation makes sense to you, right? Don was simply looking for someone to hurt, to control, to fuck... Helping you wasn't his ultimate goal, was it? But then there were Don's moments of kindness, the genuine caring, the painstaking effort to seek a cure from the failsafe... You just can't make sense of it all right now. With a final deep breath, you decide to focus on what's important and the present. You'll have plenty of time to reflect on the past later. "Thank you Marc, for tell him that. I... Look. I really don't want either of you to get into trouble, but I still desperately need your help." you explain. "The operation you mentioned?" Marc asks. Well, you're glad he listened to your story. You nod. "That's right. I need to get rid of the failsafe if I'm ever to become a free woman, or well, free android... I figured you can help me, with your mechanic training and computer knowledge and all that." At your words, Marc nods, uncertain. [[Explain the details of the operation to Marc]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-907.png">You explain everything you understand about the operation that Don wanted to do, the failsafe, the trigger, the scramblers. Marc nods, thoughtfully, as you go through the steps. Finally, you're done. "Well, can you help me?" You ask. Silently, you add to yourself: Or will you call the police? Marc stands up, waving in the direction of your car. "Fuck it. Alright. I'll give it a try, because you seem like a genuinely nice person. Ugh, android..." he says. Yes! Oh finally. You didn't even know how tense you were as relief washes over you. "Thank you! Truly!" you say, launching yourself at him, giving him a hug. To the side, Lily has a mixed look on her face, but soon a smile creeps up on her lips, putting you at ease. Marc doesn't know what to do, so you release him from your hug, then the two of you head back to the car to inspect the devices. It takes you a moment, but together you bring in everything you need to perform the operation. Meanwhile, Lily has cleaned the spilled tea and broken shards from the floor, and brought alcohol and sharp knives to the living room. Marc also fetches a box full of additional tools from his garage. "No courses prepared me for this type of complexity..." Marc mutters as he sets up everything with your help, plugging in the scramblers. You pop another suppressant pill, just to be sure. Lily has put a couple of blankets on the couch for you to lie down on. She takes a quick trip to the kitchen again, returning with fresh towels and hot water. Right, nothing to do now but to lie down. Don mentioned the triggers are in your chest, and with that in mind, you pull of your shirt. Marc's cheeks turn red and he averts his eyes at the sight of your naked breasts. "Whoa! Sorry..." he says awkwardly, coughing. "Dear lord. Marc! Stay focused now, don't let those distract you, hmm?" Lily remarks, leaving you and Marc alone. Suddenly you're feeling a bit embarrased and you cover your breasts with your hand, then lie down on the couch. Before Marc has a chance to start, Lily returns, and puts a couple of band-aids on your nipples. "There. That should do it..." she announces. Clever. Marc looks a bit more comfortable as he grabs a chair, sitting down next to the couch where you're lying, comfortably on your back. Lily offers you a piece of wood. "For the pain." she explains, pointing at her mouth. Right. This isn't such a good idea after all, is it? For a moment you wish you could go back in time... You want Don to be here, to do this. He would know what he's doing. Marc is an amateur and a gamble at best, a fatally incompetent one at worst... You accept the wooden piece, nodding. "Thanks. I'm ready." you say, more bravely than you feel, and bite down on the wood. Then you stare at the ceiling, heart pounding loudly in your chest. Well. This is it. Assuming the kill switch doesn't trigger, despite Don's best effort to create scrambling signals... And assuming Marc has any idea of what he's doing... Then you will soon be rid of the things inside you that keep you bound to the failsafe. "Relax, Amanda. I'm 80% sure I know what I'm doing." Your eyes grow with panic at this words. "Marc!" Lily smacks him in the side of his head. "Ouch! Sorry, I mean, I'm 100% sure of what I'm doing! Don't worry!" he corrects. His attempts to relax you only make your heart pound faster. Take it easy Amanda. Deep breaths. Relax. Just this one thing. Then you're done. Just this one operation. Then you're free. [[Close your eyes]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-908.png">You don't want to see what happens. Marc is cleaning the tools with alcohol, then rubs your chest with something wet. The smell of alcohol fills your nose, but you keep your eyes shut. The wood in your mouth tastes earthy as you bite down on it, mentally preparing. Marc begins. You scream. ... Slowly, you become aware of your surroundings once more. You don't remember much about what happened. You remember biting down on the wood like your life depended on it. That someone with a wet towel cooled your burning head. The excruciating pain when Marc cut into you. Lily's worried voice arguing with Marc. Marc's angry replies. And then, nothing. Now, you're waking up with a pain in your chest unlike anything you've experienced before. "Ah fuck me..." you mumble and open your eyes. An unfamiliar bedroom is spinning around you, a headache threatening to split your skull open. You glance down, looking under the blanket. There's a thick layer of bandages wrapped all the way around you, from your belly button all the way over your left breast. The door to the bedroom opens. It's Lily, bringing in a tray. Food. "Oh thank the lord you're back! You had us worried there for a moment. We thought you were dead." She says, leaving the tray of food on a chair next to your bed. "How are you feeling?" You asses your condition. "Glad to be back... Well, my head hurts, and don't even get me started on my chest..." you answer, unable to stand up, choosing to just lie there and gather your strength. When you make no efforts to reach for anything on the tray, Lily steps closer, sitting next to you on the bed. "That's understandable, given what you went through. But it looks like it worked? You hungry?" she asks, holding up a sandwich. You nod and let the elderly woman feed you. Yeah, it must've worked. You're alive. Unbelievable. "Where's Marc?" you ask in-between chews. "He's sleeping. He was up all night. I've never seen him so determined. So concentrated." Lily replies, with what you can only interpret as a proud smile on her lips. Wow. "Make sure to say thank you to him when he wakes up." you tell Lily, suddenly feeling exhausted again. You close your eyes and let a new deep slumber embrace you. [[You fall asleep again...|alone path]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-909.png">The next days you awaken with fevers, chills, splitting headaches and chest pains, sometimes jerking you wide awake from your deep slumpers, screaming. Marc and Lily, oh those wonder people, it's always one or the other that's quickly by your side when you wake up. You eat very little, mostly soup, and you're thankful that they remember to give you the suppressant pills at regular intervals. The life-threatening triggers may be gone from your chest, but you still need to suppress all the rest of the devices in your body. But freedom is finally something you can achieve. ... On the fourth day you awaken, no fever, no headache. Your chest is a throbbing mess that hurts with every breath, but it's manageable. With the help of Lily, you make it out of bed, able to walk around the house. ... On the fifth day, you're feeling strong enough to walk on your own. And for once, you're eating breakfast in the kitchen with Marc and Lily. "I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am to you both." You tell them then, genuinely happy. That they turned out to be so nice people... That Marc turned out to be more skilled than you could've hoped for... It's a miracle. "I should be thanking you." Marc says with a smile. "I learned more about advanced embedded systems in one night than I've done in two years at the university." he concludes. Well, that makes sense. You are built from state-of-the-art advanced technology after all. "Well, happy I could be of service." You reply. After a thoughtful pause, you add: "I appreciate everything you've done for me. But it's time for me to head back out there, away from this place, away from England. I need to find my future out there somewhere. And it's not here in a country where I'm seen as a wanted criminal." Your thoughts are met with nods from both Lily and Marc. "I know. I've already looked into it. I've got some friends down by the docks. There's fishermen heading to the coast of France on a regular basis. You could probably slip under the noses of everyone that way." Marc explains. Really? "You're already a step ahead of me I see. Thank you. How far is the coast?" You query, surprised that Marc has already planned the next step. "About 30 hours if you drive non-stop. I can take you there." he offers. Well, you're certainly not the best driver to swiftly get from here to the coast. Without a doubt, you still need Marc's help. "I've already asked for so much... Thank you. Truly." is all you manage to say. Marc gives you a reassuring nod of his head. ... Later that morning, you're both packaged and ready to leave. Lily gives you a careful hug on your way out. "Take care now dear." she whispers. Your throat is suddenly dry, unable to form words, and so you simply hug her in silence, thankful you met such a wonderful person to help you. Then Marc and you head to the car. [[Begin the long journey to the coast]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-910.png">Marc and you spend the next two days driving. Two uneventful nights at hostels are the longest pauses you take. Through the drive Marc asks a lot of questions about your view on the world, in his words "trying to understand the algorithms that generate output". You try to humor him as best as you can, but truth be told, you've no idea how your inner workings function. Sometimes during the second day, you arrive at a small town. Marc suggests covering up your energy-meter in a semi-permanent fashion, parks the car and takes a look around the town. A while later, just as you're getting bored, he returns. "Look what I found." Marc says, holding up an item. Reluctantly, you put it on. It's a black leather wristband, easily large enough to cover the energy-meter. It looks a little too punk or rock-n-roll for your taste, with its skull and spike decorations, but it serves its purpose well of snuggly hiding the glow of the energy-meter, you must admit... "There. A real rocker-chick." he says with a cheerful smile. "Bah... It works." you retort, rolling your eyes. ... Early on the third day, you reach the coast. Marc is on the phone with one of his friends. "Right, I'm here. So the dock on the right? Uh-huh. Yeah. I see it. Yeah. Got it, thanks, bye." he hangs up. "Apparently there's a captain leaving today, supposed to be down this way." He explains to you. The two of you drive along the shoreline, gazing out across the sea. Your freedom and a new life awaits somewhere beyond what your eyes can see. Finally, you find what Marc's been instructed to look for. The captain doesn't ask a lot of questions, but he demands payment. Luckily, Don's fat stack of cash comes in handy now. You pay the captain, who instructs you to be on deck in ten minutes. They won't wait if you're late. You grab your bags and head in the direction the captain pointed. You're feeling good, finally able carry your own bag. The pain in your chest is mostly gone. "Well, this is it." Marc says, waving at the vastness of the sea. "Yeah, this is it." you whisper, suddenly feeling unsure about your future. "Thank you Marc, for everything." you whimper, giving him a long hug. He still smells, but you've gotten used to it by now. He awkwardly stands there, but finally finds his courage, hugging you back. Neither of you say a word for a long moment. "Alright, take care now and good luck out there..." Marc says and turns around. "You too Marc. You too." you mumble, watching him walk away, back to his car. You watch him drive away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust. You still can't believe how lucky you are. You're alive. And you're free. Your day-dreaming is interrupted by the captain calling out: "You coming or not?" from the ship. Right. It's time to start a new chapter of your life. [[You board the ship|epilogue alone path 2]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "good_ending1">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-836.png"><h4 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Epilogue</h4>You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh yet salty ocean air. Under your feet, the ship is firm, unaffected by the ocean's tiny waves on this beautifully sunny day. You're leaning against the railing, taking in the magnificant view of the ocean all around you. Music is playing faintly over the radio in the background, coming from the captain's cabin. Finally. You're leaving England, where you're wanted as a criminal, heading to a new future in another country. It was surprisingly easy to book passage on this ship with hard cash and no questions asked. Sure, this might just be a fishing boat on the larger side and the crew a little bit shady. But it's heading out to Europe, landing somewhere on the French coast. Your destination isn't important, not really. For you, everywhere is new and equally uncertain. Even though you've made your decision, you can't help but feel overwhelmed and a little bit lost at the idea of forging a new life for yourself alone. But you're also filled with hope. A new life awaits you, and it's right there past the horizon. But you still don't know what to believe. About what Don and Marc have told you. Are you a slave to the behavioural rules the programmers at AIRI put on you, as a bdsm sex android, or are you a true general intelligence, capable of forging your own path without restrictions? Only time will tell. The music coming from the radio comes to a stop. You can hear the voice of a woman talking from the radio: "The hunt for the prime suspect, Jonathan Brown, in the missing Cambridge girls' case, continues throughout England. The suspect is extremely dangerous and armed. Earlier this week, his home burned down from a deliberate fire. The forensic team is trying to gather any information they can from the rubble. The body of Hanna Downton has still not been found. The public is encouraged to report any clues to the police to aid the investigation." Huh. Still no closure on that case. But at least you know that you're not Hanna... <<if $day4_snooped_on_phone_question is true>>But that name sound vaguely familiar... Jonathan? You can't quite place your finger on why it sounds familiar. <</if>>With a shrug, you continue looking at the horizon as music once again starts playing from the radio. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes and take another deep breath. Your future awaits. <h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">The end</h5><h5 style="font-family: Elianto, Verdana">Ending 5: Animus Liberatio</h5> [[Thank you for playing!|Credits]]

<<silently>> <<fadeInMusicFunction "confront2">> <</silently>><img class="center" src="img/seq6/6-855.png">His heavy footsteps approach fast. "Come on, where are you...?" he mutters, almost inside the kitchen. A few more steps... Your hands are shaking, knife sweaty in your right hand and you bite down hard with your teeth until you can almost taste blood in your mouth. It all happens in a blur. Don steps into the kitchen in a rush, glancing around. Then, you find the courage to do what you should've done a long time ago. Your arm shoots forward, thrusting the knife into Don's chest before he has a chance to react. He coughs, staggers. With wide uncomprehending eyes, he turns to face you, then falls backwards against the wall, coughing up blood everywhere. Your grip slips as he staggers away from you, gurgling, taking the knife with him. It's protruding from his chest, blade stuck all the way to the hilt. Blood is flowing in torrents from the wound. "A... w... wha... gghggg..." he manages to stutter through the frothing blood filling his mouth. Your anger is replaced by horror as you witness what you've done. Paralyzed, there's nothing you can do but stare into his eyes, which are confused, freightened, unable to understand what's going on. He staggers, taking a few disoriented steps backward towards the living room where he came from. Then he falls, face first, lying silently in a growing pool of his own blood. For a long while, all you can do is lean against the wall, breathing hard in a wild panic, staring at Don's lifeless body. He's... You... Comprehension finally dawns on you. You did it. You killed him. You killed Don! The relief you expected to feel doesn't come, however. Instead you stare at the bleeding body of your abuser, confused, and suddenly afraid... [[Gather your thoughts|gather thoughts low love]]

<img class="center" src="img/seq3/3-484.png">Your breathing quickens as you hear the sound of the metallic hinge closing and then before you know it, you can feel the pressure of the wooden beam at the back of your neck, forcing you properly down towards the bottom beam. You gasp, involuntarely biting harder onto the ring in your mouth as Don fully pushes the solid wood down on your neck. You force yourself to relax your aching jaws... No point biting harder onto the gag on your mouth, it's made of solid steel after all... Then you can hear the metallic clink of a lock being secured to your right... Instinct takes over and you push upwards, pointlessly, as you realize these beams aren't moving anywhere... And pulling your hands free is impossible too, the holes are just barely big enough for your slim wrists, there's no way you can make your hands small enough to fit those holes. And your neck, well, you can't very well shrink your head can you? A tugg confirms it, these holes are too small to escape. Properly secured to the pillory and with no doubt quite the view for Don, you remain stuck just like you knew you would be. Of course you can still move your legs... [[To your horror, Don grabs your ankles!]]