Naked Pages
“Sweet boy… you don’t get to leave.”
My HUD flickers. Stats scroll like taunts across the corner of my vision:
Stamina: Endless.
Body: Rewritten.
Obedience: Rising.
The reflection in the obsidian glass wall twists—hips slimmer, waist narrower, lines sharpened in ways that make me gasp. My stomach knots when I feel it bleed into reality, my real body outside the VR prickling, reshaping.
“This isn’t real,” I rasp.
Eris tilts her head, cruel smile curving. “It’s more real than your old life. Look at you—made perfect for us.”