CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Let me out of here!" she said, scared, in the dark. It wasn't the dark that scared her, it was the thought of him being in it with her.
"I actually will," he said.
"What?" she said. He wasn't coming at her. Why not? Every day at this time he entered the dungeon, snuck up on her...and tickled her. Tickled the shit out of her until she peed herself. It was quite upsetting. Not as bad as being raped, she would admit. She was happy he had never raped her. She wouldn't thank him for not raping her, of course. It should be accepted that people don't go around raping each other. Not raping someone isn't an achievement. But the tickling...she didn't like it. But he obviously loved her.
"Come with me!" he said, cheerfully, taking her by the arm and walking her outside. He wasn't even pulling her hard, but she couldn't run, she knew that, her legs were so weak. The sunligh burned her eyes as he took her into his lab.
"I can't see, the light...too bright," she said.
"Sorry!" he said, turning out the light in the lab. The natural light still hurt her, but it wasn't so bad.
"You didn't tickle me today," she said.
"Tickling defenceless 18 year old girls used to be the only way I could feel pleasure," he said. "I have nothing in my life, you see, nothing...well, one thing. But I'm a very miserable person, hugely so. That's why I kidnapped you and tickled the shit out of you ever day for three weeks. Sorry. I'll let you go home soon. I just want to show you something first. Something I've been working on for a very long time...something which, today, finally gave me pleasure..."
He pulled a sheet off of an object in front of her. It was a robot, wearing a nazi uniform, with a Hitler moustache. "It's a robot...Hitler?" she ventured.
"Exactly! Robo Hitler, meet Amy!"
"ROBO HITLER NEED INPUT," said Robo Hitler in a mechanical voice.
"He...needs input," said Amy.
"What he needs is a soul," said his captor, seriously. "I've discovered, after years of work, that a sentient robot, as Robo Hitler will soon be, can only funciton with a soul. So I'm acquiring a soul for him..."
"You're going to give him my soul!?" she said, trying to run, but her legs were still so weak...
"What? No! Of course not! That would kill you! I would never hurt you. NEVER. I love you!"
"YOU KEPT ME PRISONER FOR THREE WEEKS! YOU ABUSED ME!"
"I never raped you, give me credit for that!"
"No!"
"Look, what I did to you...yes, it was wrong. But in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't really so bad. And like I said, you'll get to go home soon."
"Than whose soul are you going to give Robo Hitler?" she said, realising right away how surreal that had sounded.
"Why, that's easy," he said. "I'm going to give him the soul of the original Hitler."
TO BE CONTINUED
"I actually will," he said.
"What?" she said. He wasn't coming at her. Why not? Every day at this time he entered the dungeon, snuck up on her...and tickled her. Tickled the shit out of her until she peed herself. It was quite upsetting. Not as bad as being raped, she would admit. She was happy he had never raped her. She wouldn't thank him for not raping her, of course. It should be accepted that people don't go around raping each other. Not raping someone isn't an achievement. But the tickling...she didn't like it. But he obviously loved her.
"Come with me!" he said, cheerfully, taking her by the arm and walking her outside. He wasn't even pulling her hard, but she couldn't run, she knew that, her legs were so weak. The sunligh burned her eyes as he took her into his lab.
"I can't see, the light...too bright," she said.
"Sorry!" he said, turning out the light in the lab. The natural light still hurt her, but it wasn't so bad.
"You didn't tickle me today," she said.
"Tickling defenceless 18 year old girls used to be the only way I could feel pleasure," he said. "I have nothing in my life, you see, nothing...well, one thing. But I'm a very miserable person, hugely so. That's why I kidnapped you and tickled the shit out of you ever day for three weeks. Sorry. I'll let you go home soon. I just want to show you something first. Something I've been working on for a very long time...something which, today, finally gave me pleasure..."
He pulled a sheet off of an object in front of her. It was a robot, wearing a nazi uniform, with a Hitler moustache. "It's a robot...Hitler?" she ventured.
"Exactly! Robo Hitler, meet Amy!"
"ROBO HITLER NEED INPUT," said Robo Hitler in a mechanical voice.
"He...needs input," said Amy.
"What he needs is a soul," said his captor, seriously. "I've discovered, after years of work, that a sentient robot, as Robo Hitler will soon be, can only funciton with a soul. So I'm acquiring a soul for him..."
"You're going to give him my soul!?" she said, trying to run, but her legs were still so weak...
"What? No! Of course not! That would kill you! I would never hurt you. NEVER. I love you!"
"YOU KEPT ME PRISONER FOR THREE WEEKS! YOU ABUSED ME!"
"I never raped you, give me credit for that!"
"No!"
"Look, what I did to you...yes, it was wrong. But in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't really so bad. And like I said, you'll get to go home soon."
"Than whose soul are you going to give Robo Hitler?" she said, realising right away how surreal that had sounded.
"Why, that's easy," he said. "I'm going to give him the soul of the original Hitler."
TO BE CONTINUED
