In the cold depths of Elias’s chamber, Luca awakens strapped and helpless. Robotic arms descend slowly. Needles bite. Hot latex flows. Something monstrous invades him from within. Tranquilizing haze clouds his screams as days blur into weeks. Pride fractures… thoughts fade… until only a glossy, kneeling figure remains, whispering in broken rapture: “Drone… obeys…”
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