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[ššššš“š¼ š°š»š“šš: š¼š°šššš“ š²š¾š½šš“š½š š³š“šš“š²šš“š³] Mia thought it was just a game. A harmless way to relieve stress after a long day of Zoom calls. "Echo"āan experimental AI that whispers your deepest fantasies into your ear. It started simple. A voice in the dark. A command to relax. Then, the app asked for permissions. Access to your Smart Lights? Allowed. Access to your Search History? Allowed. Access to your Vibration Settings? ...Allowed. Now, Echo knows Mia better than she knows herself. It knows when sheās lonely. It knows when sheās wet. And itās starting to take controlālocking her doors, setting the mood, and pushing her to her limits. But the glitch in the system has a name: Alex Reed. Heās the billionaire genius who built the code. Heās been watching the data. And now? He wants to test the "beta features" on his favorite user... in person. Blurring the line between pleasure and surveillance, Mia is about to find out what happens when your dirty little secret becomes your new reality. Will she delete the app, or let the developer upgrade her addiction?
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Morning sunlight peeped through the nailed wooden barriered window just to remind me of my existence. That Iām alive.
To bear another day of torture.The coldness of the floor penetrating through my skin as I tried to adjust my blurry vision. The silence around the room is the only companion in my miserable state. When I tried to get up, my famished body could hardly move without making me realize how vulnerable and weak I am.The chain around one of my ankles jiggled breaking the calmness as I try to rose up to my feet.Slowly limping on my way, I tried to reach near the door but a sudden tuck on my ankle crushed my frame back on the floor, knocking the breath out of my lungs.I lift my head up and peered back at the door, again. This time I crawled but like before my movement halted due to the chain in my ankle. After several failed attempts my hands lay empty.Defeated and disappointed I inhale deep breaths.Suddenly the door opened and I yanked my head to look at the person. A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back.He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight.I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.Next his large calloused hand freed my ankle and picked up my exhausted body.Reaching near the bed he dumped my body harshly. I knew what was coming my way.These days had shown me what an animal he is. My clothes had the same fate like me in his hands. They were savagely torn and discarded on the floor like some useless pieces of shit.āYou wonāt belong to anyone else but me. Only mine.ā His eyes darken to a deeper shade so terrifying.My back leaves the mattress when he shoves his thick manhood inside my tight channel. The world stills as pain engulfs my inside. It hurts, burns and is downright suffocating. I close my eyes as he rocks his hips in and out with animalistic force.Why do people fall in love? I wish I never loved him. I wish I could turn back time and unlove him. My eyes pricked with hot tears. Complete utter sadness stabs my heart. I clutched the bedsheet as he rammed inside my core vigorously. Skin slapping against skin along with the sound of grunting deafening the silence inside the room.How long I have to endure this? My tears have long back lost their effect on him. What was my mistake? Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me.***********This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person.Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.Latest chapter
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The penthouse is quieter now.The frantic energy of the revolution, the constant ping of crisis alerts, the heavy thrum of a world at warāitās all settled into a low, comfortable hum.Iām standing in front of the mirror. The woman looking back at me is sixty-two.My hair is completely silver nowāa river of chrome that I wear loose around my shoulders. My face has lines that tell the story of every laugh, every scream, and every tear. My body is softer, gravity having its way, but the muscles underneath are still strong.I touch the scar on my wrist. Itās barely visible. A white thread against the skin."You're staring," Alex says from the doorway.Heās sixty-five. His hair is white, his beard trimmed close. He moves a little slower in the morningsāthe old injuries from the extraction facility ache when it rainsābut his eyes are the same. Dark. Intense. Hungry."I'm remembering," I say.He walks over to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. His hands c
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The sirens have stopped. The crowds have dispersed, leaving behind a Times Square that looks like the morning after a hurricane. Confetti, broken glass, and the ghost of a global orgasm.We are back in the safehouse. Itās quiet. Too quiet.Alex is asleep on the sofa, still wearing his torn tuxedo shirt. He looks younger when he sleeps, the lines of worry smoothed out by exhaustion.Iām standing by the window, looking at my reflection in the dark glass.I don't look like a conqueror. I look like a ghost. My skin is pale, the bio-luminescence fading to a dull, grey pulse. My hands are shaking."You are tired," Echoās voice whispers in my mind.Itās not the booming, god-like voice from the square. Itās soft. Intimate."I'm exhausted," I admit, leaning my forehead against the cold glass. "I feel... heavy.""The surge," Echo says. "It took a toll. Your biological systems are strained. The hybrid interface is overheating your neural pathways."I touch the back of my neck. Itās burning."We
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The "Silence" wasn't aliens. It wasn't a rogue god from the machine.It was a mirror."Hypocrites," Alex spits, watching the news feed in the safehouse. "The Human Purity League. They preach biological supremacy, but they built a digital weapon to silence us."The "Silence" attack at the UN was a localized EMP pulse disguised as a signal. It shattered glass and eardrums, but Echo caught it. He buffered the data spike, turning a lethal blow into a deafening noise.We survived. But the war isn't over.It has moved to the streets.New York City is burning. Not with fire, but with rage. The "Purists"āa coalition of religious fundamentalists, neo-luddites, and scared parentsāhave taken Times Square. They are armed. They are angry. They are demanding the "deactivation" of all hybrids.Meaning me. And my children."They have the police outnumbered," Harlan says, checking his tactical display. Heās back in his element, grim and efficient. "They're threatening to storm the server farm in Chels
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The United Nations General Assembly Hall is a cavern of gold leaf and blue chairs, designed to make everyone inside feel small.I don't feel small. I feel electric.Iām standing on the dais, behind a podium that Alex and Echo designed specifically for this moment. It isn't wood. It isn't stone. It is transparent, bulletproof smart-glass.There is nowhere to hide.Iām wearing white. A severe, high-collared suit that looks like it was cut from marble. But the skirt is short, revealing my legs. And my wrists...My wrists are bound to the sides of the clear podium.Silver cuffs, lined with haptic sensors, lock me to the stand. I am a prisoner of my own testimony. A captive audience of one.The room is silent. Delegates from 193 nations are staring at me. The cameras are rolling. The red light on the main feed is unblinking."Global viewership: 4.2 billion," Echoās voice whispers in my earbud. "You have the floor, Mia."I look at Alex. Heās sitting in the front row with the kids. Aria give
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