Genetic Perfection ( Repo! the Genetic Opera Fanfiction)

The Transformation

Chapter 4: The Transformation

As the surgeons skillfully transplanted new organs into my body, an overwhelming transformation began to unfold within me. I could feel it, deep within my core. The surge of zydrate pulsating through my veins brought an indescribable sense of fulfillment, finally satiating the insatiable desire that had consumed me for so long. A symphony of emotions danced within me, intertwining with the physical sensations that coursed through every fiber of my being.

I observed the doctors diligently reassembling my insides, their actions reminiscent of skilled mechanics repairing a faulty car. Instead of wrenches, they wielded surgical knives, and their attire consisted of long green robes rather than worn singlets. Blood stained their garments, replacing the usual grease.

Song - A Perfect Lie by The Engine Room

"Make me beautiful

Make me beautiful

A perfect soul
A perfect mind
A perfect face
A perfect lie

Make me beautiful
Make me beautiful

A perfect soul
A perfect mind
A perfect face
A perfect...

A perfect soul
A perfect mind
A perfect face
A perfect lie" The Genturns sung

As the zydrate's effects hazed, the doctors commenced the removal of my face. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, its scent overwhelming my senses. I stole a quick glance at Pavi Largo, who gleefully accepted my face, his excitement causing him to jump up and down uncontrollably.

"This is my greatest masterpiece," he declared, approaching the operating chair. His hands explored my exposed body with a disturbing fascination.

Drugged by the lingering zydrate, I lacked the strength to push him away. The other doctors turned a blind eye as Pavi laid his head on my stomach.

"I can hear them so clearly," he commented, perhaps referring to my newly acquired organs. "Like a ticking clock."

"May I brand her?" Pavi asked as he  turned to the overseeing doctor, seeking permission. Reluctantly, the doctor nodded, aware that any misstep could ruin my precious face.

The assisting surgeons handed Pavi a small pen. My heart raced with fear as I wondered what he planned to do. What horrors awaited me?

I could sense the genturns' hands tracing along my legs, their actions concealed from my sight. A surge of anxiety washed over me as they forcefully parted my legs. Was Pavi about to subject me to my worst fears? I had sworn to myself that I would never tread that treacherous path again. To hell with him. But the zydrate coursing through my veins made me feel an intoxicating euphoria, akin to the exhilaration of a first crush's captivating attention. It was an addiction, a wicked enchantment that had ensnared me once more. Pain became strangely pleasurable.

Pavi's touch ventured further up my legs. If he dared to cross any boundaries, I would unleash a blood-curdling scream. His grip tightened around one of my thighs, and a freezing, sharp object pressed threateningly against my skin. The effects of the zydrate had completely faded away, leaving me incapable of movement. The cold, piercing item, likely a pen, pierced my flesh, unleashing an unbearable agony. This was not the intoxicating pain I had grown accustomed to; it was pure, unadulterated torment!
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I opened my eyes in a sterile hospital room, the stark whiteness of the walls and the smell of disinfectant assaulting my senses. It was a familiar scene, one that immediately reminded me of the corrupt system of Gene.co.

Wires and cords were attached to my body, emanating a constant beeping sound that filled the room. Faint footsteps echoed in the hallway, a reminder of the clinical atmosphere that enveloped me.

A genturn entered the room, accompanied by Rotti Largo and Pavi, flanked by two other genturns. Their presence seemed to suffocate the room, their air of arrogance and entitlement palpable.

Rotti approached me, planting two forced kisses on my cheeks. "My dear girl, you look absolutely stunning," he said, his words dripping with pride.

Pavi, on the other hand, seemed more intrigued than impressed. He studied my face, a slight smirk playing beneath his mask. "You look perfect," he murmured, his touch cold against my skin.

"Your body is a true masterpiece. Men won't be able to resist you. You'll be the envy of all," Rotti declared from the foot of the bed, his words sounding more like a sinister promise than a compliment. Pavi continued to touch my face, his fingers leaving a trail of discomfort.

I couldn't bear to look at what they considered beautiful. I never wanted to see the reflection of a monster.

"Thank you, sir," I forced a smile with my new face. Smiling hurt, but the pain would soon fade with the help of zydrate.

Pavi slowly pulled back the sheet covering my legs, revealing the branding of Gene.co. The barcode, a permanent reminder of my status as their property. I was officially owned by them, a fact that made my stomach churn.

"With this barcode, you have the freedom to move around the city. But remember, we can track you if you're gone for too long," Rotti explained, inspecting the barcode with a sense of ownership. Pavi sat on the edge of my bed, his hands lingering on my thighs.

"We've also given you medication to prevent pregnancy. You have ovaries again," Pavi stated, locking eyes with me. Great, now I had another thing to remember, another thing to rely on them for.

"And when the time is right, you can stop taking them," Rotti added, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

"Mr. Largo, Blind Mag is here to see you," a voice emanated from his communicator on his wrist.

"Thank you," Rotti replied, heading towards the door. "Malta, you'll be taken to Pavi's place for the night. The dressmakers are waiting for you."

Rotti left the room, his footsteps fading away. I turned to Pavi, who once again smirked beneath his mask. I didn't want to spend the night with him, or anyone for that matter.

"A new life awaits you, Malta," Pavi said, gesturing for his genturns to approach. "Prepare her and take her to my place."

The genturns smiled, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, before Pavi left the room.

"I'll see you tonight," he said, winking at me. Did he really think I would entertain him? All I wanted was to be left alone. At least now, I didn't have to worry about a hundred sleazy men. Goodbye, old life.