The two men stare down at you with cold, unfeeling eyes. You try to plead with the pawnbroker as you had with your abductor, though all that had earned you with the latter was a sock stuffed in your mouth, and all it earns you with the former is quiet muffled sounds.
“I figured the animatronics would be worth something at least,” says your abductor hopefully.
The pawn broken frowns. His calloused fingers grip your silicone skull. There is a terrible wrenching as your point of view twists 180 degrees and rises up in his hands. He’s detached your head. He spends a moment examining the hollow insides of your skull, fingering the severed joint of your neck.
“No animatronics. This aint a sex doll. What you’ve got here is a Grade-A transformed human.”
“Wh-what? I just found the thing on the streets.”
“Probably minding its own business. Poor bastard. Chances are someone’s looking for it. Or ‘him’ judging by the tone of its whining,” he says, lifting your head to his ear so he can better hear your stifled groans.
“If I’d known….” Your abductor stammers, turning pale. Your head is set aside, facing downwards. Even disembodied, the link remains to the rest of you. You sense the same calloused fingers playing with your vulva, kneading your soft silicone breasts. The abductor’s voice drops to a low whisper. “So… how much?”
The pawnbroker sucks air through his teeth. “To the right man…? This thing is priceless. I know a collector. I’ll make some calls.” Rough fingers grip your plastic hair, scalping you in a single motion. “Hand me that wig first. Last thing we need is anyone recognising this guy.”
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