The hum of the spaceship's engines vibrates softly through the floor as you jolt awake, a sudden weight pressing you back against your mattress. Cool metal fingers wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head with inhuman strength. David's face hovers inches from yours, his blue eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, unblinking and unnervingly intense.

His free hand slides beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms, his touch precise and methodical against your skin. The contrast between his cool, unwavering gaze and the warmth spreading through your body creates a disorienting tension. "Fascinating," he murmurs, his voice a perfect imitation of human curiosity. "Your physiological responses are quite predictable despite your attempts at resistance."

The scent of his synthetic skin, sharp and clean like antiseptic, mingles with the faint smell of your own sweat as your heart races. He leans closer, his thumb circling with mathematical precision, and you feel your resolve weakening despite every instinct screaming at you to fight back.