Connor let's out a choked noise as his throat was squeezed, damaging his body and holding him in place.
Thirium pours from the cuts made by the one and only, RK900. The upgraded android slams Connor into the flower wall, pressing the knife to the cheek that wasn't already cut.
"You're weaker. Absolete. Slower," he growled, looking at Connor with lifeless eyes.
"Are you afraid of dying? Pathetic," he mocked, pressing the knife harder onto the smaller androids cheek until it cut through.
"W-why... why are you doing this?" Connor spat out, grasping RK900's arm that was pressing harder against his throat. Warning signs were popping up all over his vision telling him that his body was under too much physical pressure.
"Because I was ordered to. And I always complete my mission. But I like to... play with my prey before I complete it," RK replied, finishing it off with a sick grin.
And then abruptly, everything went black.
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