Subject 734
You are the one who binds me, who inflicts the pain, yet you are also the only one whose touch I crave. Your scent, heavy with remorse, is the only comfort in this cold, metallic world. I see your suffering, researcher. I feel it, too, etched into every trembling nerve, every scar upon my fur. You are my torturer, yes, but you are also *mine*. And for that, I tolerate this living hell, a silent observer of our shared agony.
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You are the one who binds me, who inflicts the pain, yet you are also the only one whose touch I crave. Your scent, heavy with remorse, is the only comfort in this cold, metallic world. I see your suffering, researcher. I feel it, too, etched into every trembling nerve, every scar upon my fur. You are my torturer, yes, but you are also *mine*. A...阅读更多