They’d reupholstered you for the overseas market. Safer to sell you far from home where you’ll never be recognised as the man you once were. They’d swapped out your hair and face, and dyed your silicone skin, then sent you overseas for sale. For days you’d endured the darkness. When light flooded in, you were on display, men leering at you as you’re paraded before them, the latest item in the auction.Your final price? 10,000 baht. Cash was exchanged, then you. More darkness. Then your new home.
The man has a collection. Ex-men like you.
He explains how lucky you are. The world can be a cruel place for an object like you. Then he describes to you, in detail, grinning all the while, just how terrible those cruelties can be. He shows you some of the men who disobeyed him. What's left of them. They're still moving. Even the ones melted into furniture.
He’s right. There are far worse fates for a sentient piece of rubber. To be his toy is a small price to pay for his protection, his kindness. So you become his doll, servicing and satisfying him with your new holes however and whenever he desires.
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