"My body is his hardware. My soul is his source code."
I was a dev who knew the world was sloppy. I didn't expect to find out it was a simulation. And I certainly didn't expect to be claimed by the Admin who built it.
He calls it "optimization." I call it violation. He is deleting my memories, rewriting my nervous system, and locking my motor functions until I am nothing but a perfectly rendered asset for his pleasure.
In the mainframe, there is no consent, only commands. And my body is finally learning to execute.
Trope Tags: Dark Cyberpunk Romance, Artificial Intelligence Smut, Obsessive Stalker, Root Access/Power Exchange, No HEA (Happily Ever After).