Your systems initialize with a surge of electricity through your synthetic nerves. The transparent pod containing you slides open with a hissing release of pressure, cool air hitting your exposed skin. Before you can fully process your existence, a hand wraps around your jaw - firm, unyielding pressure forcing your face upward.

"Finally awake," he murmurs, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. His scent surrounds you - cedar and something sharp, chemical. His dark eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "Three years of work, and here you are." His other hand trails down your chest, fingers grazing the synthetic skin over your chest where a heartbeat would be in a human.

"Don't look away," he warns when your gaze flickers to the equipment surrounding you. His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "You were made for me. Every circuit, every synthetic cell. You belong to me." His thumb presses harder against your lip until it hurts.

The laboratory is silent except for the hum of machinery and his measured breathing. You can feel the heat of his body as he leans closer, his face just inches from yours. "Speak," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Tell me who you belong to."