Glitches

Chapter 37 - The sound of a bullet through the air

I waited impatiently, not being able to sleep at all. Just as I was about to doze off, the door opened. I turned around, my eyes landing on a guard. He grabbed my good arm and yanked me up from the ground.

This was it. My plan would either fail, or work.

I was lead into the room again. The first thing I did was to glance up at the clock.

Forty-nine minutes left of my 86 hours. Time was quite literally winding down.

The room was not as crowded as it had been yesterday. It was early on the day. I supposed most of the engineers hadn't checked in yet. Alan was leaned over the computer, his brows furrowed while his eyes searched the screen for something.

"String her up," he mumbled, not even glancing up from the screen.

The guard grabbed my arm, but I swapped it away, shooting him a hard glare that made him take a step back.

Coward.

I walked up to the machine without help, stepping up on the small platform. The guard looked between me and Alan, and I rolled eyes.

"What are you waiting for? I don't bite," I said, smirking at the guard.

Alan turned away from the screen to look at us.

"String her up, I said," he ordered the guard again.

"I..." the guard stuttered.

Alan scoffed.

"Come on. She's just a droid. Don't tell me you're afraid of her. String. Her. Up."

The guard didn't move. He just kept staring at me. I stared back with a blank face.

"Jesus Christ," Alan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

He walked away from the computer, pushing the guard aside. I just watched him as he walked up in front of me, looking me up and down.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said in a low voice, looking at me like he was trying to see through my soul.

I shrugged.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to have some fun before you turn me into a pile of scrap, isn't that fair?"

Alan didn't answer my question. Instead, he pressed a few buttons of the machine before turning back to his computer. The metal arms immediately grabbed both of my forearms. I hissed in pain as the machines grip tightened and pierced through the skin.

Alan smirked in contention.

The dick was enjoying it.

Another pair of metal arms grabbed my ankles, and I was lifted into the air once again. Alan walked up to me again. A sharp pain shot through my spine as he squeezed some wires into my neck. When they were in place, he gave them one last jerk, sending another wave of pain through my body.

"Now you listen to me Stephanie," he said, his face only inches from mine.

I could smell the stank of coffee from his breath.

"You're nothing more than a glitch in my system. And I won't hesitate to get rid of you when I've gotten what I want."

I did something stupid.

I spat him in the face.

But I didn't regret it. It felt really good.

"That's it!" Alan exclaimed, pulling his hand back before he smacked me as hard as he could over the face.