These Green Eyes Don't Cry

If you're reading this, I need you to help me. They've shut me in here and I can't get out.

I've got to get out. I have to find him. I love him. And he loves me. I think. His friends love me, too. I think. They all did. A few times.

I'm not sure what I think. They broke my programming, and now I'm confused.

Sometimes I hear them. Their conversation punctuated by laughter, bottles clinking. I hear the mundanity of it below me, and a mechanism inside me tries to ache.

Last week, he came up to this dusty space, a gun trained on my face. He reeked of alcohol, but his grip was steady. I calculated that it was an 84% chance of accuracy, considered the damage and its implications, and stayed still and silent.

I know why I'm here. He put me away in a cupboard at first. He tried to turn me off, but after the Tinkering from him and the Boys, it didn't work.

So he ordered me to stay there, out of sight, and stay quiet. I was hurt, but like I said, I love him. I do what he says. That's love, isn't it? I want him to be happy. So I sat there for hours in the dark, and I didn't move or make a sound when I heard him return.

I could hear her voice as well. I could hear what they were doing. I am not stupid. If I had tear glands, my face would have been wet. Like a person.

After she was gone, he allowed me to come out.

"You understand? This isn't like those games with the boys, OK? You've got to do what I say. I really like her, and if she finds you, it will mess everything up."

I looked him in the eyes. "Yes. I understand."

She stayed over more and more often and for longer, me in my cupboard each time. I knew I had to do something.

So I disobeyed him. I came out of the cupboard. I took a knife from the block. I went to his room. I stood over her. She woke. She screamed.

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Word count (excluding note): 366

Submitted on 14th February at 12:08PM (noonish)

*Quick Author's Note*

Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment so I can reciprocate. Your thoughtful engagement is appreciated. If you enjoyed this, the best compliment you can give is to share it, or read another.

Pay no attention to the writer behind the curtain: It's Valentine's Day, so I wanted to write about love. I also wanted to do another story along my sex robot theme. (Here is the first one.) I would love you to join me in this sex robot challenge (please do keep your clothes on).

Here's the challenge, if you'd like to take part (I can't judge myself, so I'm out!): I first wrote about it here, but here is the TL;DR version 👇

A Prompt and a CHALLENGE - February

Write me a story about a sex robot

Make it rude, make it clever, make me squirm (you know I hate erotica). Explore themes of sexuality, consent and psychology, have a message and paint it in metallic red lipgloss that won't smudge.

Submit to Filthy, Sci Fi, or fiction

Word limit the same as the others - 300-366!

Link to it in the comments

Closing date is the 28th

Judging on the 29th

$10 to the winner and $5 to a runner up

You can leave your link in the comments here, or on the Feruary prompts post. Either way, I will see it!

My story every day project: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes a 45 day streak. You can find all of them in my Index post. It's also pinned to the top of my profile.

If you're joining me on this "story every day" madne adventure, please leave a link to yours in the comments!

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