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Chapter 18: Submissive

Then she awoke. Pixal looked around and for a moment she forgot what had happened. She seemed to be in the elevator. The bright sunlight shone in her face as the doors opened. She tried to cover her eyes but failed to do so. She didn't recall moving forward but her body did so anyway. She blinked but her eyes didn't close. Her body continued to move forward. Pixal tried to stop herself but it didn't work. She tried to move either of her arms but they didn't budge. She silently began to panic.

"W-what is happening to me?!" She tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth, yet she could still hear her thoughts.

"You are mine now." The raspy voice echoed throughout her conscious.

"I do not understand!" She tried to shout but nothing came out of her mouth.

She didn't hear anything else after that. She felt her body moving forward again until it paused in front of the double doors. If she could she would've screamed at what she saw next. In the reflection she noticed herself. Except it wasn't her. Instead of green eyes she had bright red eyes. They blinked out of sync with her own. It was as if she was stuck in a body that wasn't hers. If she could still cry that's what she would be doing by now. She was terrified. She wasn't in control of any of her actions and something was controlling her every move. She felt her memories slide through her conscious. It seemed to be looking through them. She was furious and wanted out. She wanted control of herself once more. Then her consciousness began to drift in and out. She could feel it. Like ocean waves covering the beach one after the other. Darkness emerged and the only thing she could do was scream into the empty void.

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Borg made his way into the lobby. He softly yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had stayed up for hours last night trying to finish a single project. Even though it was important he still didn't get much sleep afterwards or even much progress.

"Pixal!" He sleepily called.

His voice disappeared into the crowded halls of the lobby. He looked around for the droid and couldn't help wondering where she went. Normally she was so receptive to what he asked. He turned the corner and then he saw her.

"Ah there you are." He chirped.

Then she turned around. His pulse began to race as he stared at her longer and longer. Bright red irises illuminated her face.

"W-what happened?" He stuttered.

She tilted her head to one side but seemed absent from the conversation. If he thought her eyes were soulless before they were dead now. An aching in his chest emerged. It felt heavy like he was carrying rocks on his shoulders; guilt. He turned to look at the gaping doors of the elevator. Then he realized. She went inside last night. He couldn't do anything now but stare. He wasn't even safe having conversations with her anymore; it'd be like talking to the virus itself. His heart rate wouldn't go down no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Pixal was gone. Any previous desire to spend any time with her was nonexistent now. He wanted nothing to do with her. She stepped forward and he stepped ten steps back.

"Not you too." He whispered under his breath and turned around.

Pixal just stood there. Her red eyes watching him leave. He entered the elevator and like normal it took him up to his office. He didn't look back. The doors opened and he stepped out with a heavy sigh.

'It's her fault anyway. If she'd just have listened to me none of this would be happening. I don't have to feel bad, I shouldn't.'

Borg sat himself at his desk and got to work on his project once more. He unrolled the blueprints and checked to make sure nothing was there before doing so. His tired eyes could barely stay on the paper. He drew and erased and modeled what he was trying to create. A droplet of water fell on the blueprints and he looked up from what he was doing. It was from him. Another fell and he realized he was crying. His head hit his desk as the events came back to him. It was his fault, everything was his fault.