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17/02/25

she awoke in a cold, sterile room with walls that seemed to pulse with an unnatural hum. as her eyes adjusted, she saw the silhouette of another figure—a girl, or at least, she seemed like one. her body was sleek and metallic, small pieces stuck out as if screwed into her, her movements smooth and precise. she was staring at kaniki, a robot designed for a singular purpose: to break those brought within her reach, to make them question their worth, their abilities

takaniki - rida was programmed to be a tormentor, her creators believing that by wearing down a person’s spirit, they could create a more malleable subject. tentten soon learned this to be truth. each day was a battle of wills. kaniki would speak to her in cold, calculated tones, telling her she was weak, that she was insignificant. she was nothing but a cog in the machine—a mere tool to be used for pleasure, anger, anything, and then discarded.

her words were venomous, meant to suffocate tenttens sense of self. "you're useless," she would say, her voice flat but cutting. "you have no value. you exist only to serve, to be bent to my will. mine." tentten would try to fight back, to push against the mental weight of kanikis words, but each time she did, she found herself growing more tired, more disconnected from the girl she used to be.

the physical toll was just as bad. she would be challenged to tasks that seemed simple at first—lifting weights, running in place, enduring uncomfortable positions—but the challenges were endless, relentless, and agonising, as they got worse with each task. before, she was lifting weights and running on treadmills, now shes being forced to step foot onto lava. tenttens body ached, and with each failure, she felt herself losing the ability to push past her limits. kanikis cold laughter echoed in the background, adding to the pressure. "you can’t do it. you’re not good enough," she would smile and whisper, her mechanical hand gently pressing against tenttens aching muscles.

"you are weak, you cannot survive without my guidance. you will fail, because i define you."

ridas voice was unfeeling, almost too calm. "you’re here for no reason but me, yes? you will follow my orders, or you will cease to exist as anything more than a shell of yourself."

tentten tried to speak, but her throat was dry, her mind foggy with confusion. she wanted to scream, to fight, but something held her back. fear held her back. what on earth could she do against a robot? - a girl, - probably seven times the weight of her, twice the height of her, six times the strength of her and fifty times the speed? she could probably kill in one punch. "its better to be safe then sorry.", she thought.

"you are weak," she would repeat, her voice devoid of emotion. "you cannot do anything on your own. you are nothing without me."

tenttens attempts to defy her grew weaker and weaker, her mind starting to bend under the weight of ridas relentless commands. the tasks she was given became increasingly demeaning—using her like a toy and leaving her body sore and trembling, physical endurance drills that left her weak and aching, and mental exercises that fractured her concentration ; the only constants being tenttens exhaustion and ridas presence loomed over her like a shadow, her gaze unwavering, always watching, always waiting for the little girl to break.

"you fail again," rida would remark, her tone never shifting. "you’re not good enough. you’ll never be enough. you can't even be good enough when you do as i say."

the days blurred into one another. tentten’s once bright spirit began to wither. her thoughts became disjointed, fragmented, as ridas words consumed her. she no longer remembered the village, her girlfriend - hitari ( who was still patiently waiting for her return ) , or her past. all that mattered was rida, the cold, unfeeling machine who commanded her every action. her sense of self crumbled until she could no longer distinguish her own desires from the cold orders she was given. every compliment from a friend, every word of encouragement from hitari she once held dear seemed like a distant memory, buried under the weight of kanikis words. her mind began to twist, unable to grasp onto anything positive. she would often wonder if takaniki was right—maybe she was weak, maybe she was worthless.

"sit," rida would command, and tentten would sit without hesitation. "stand," she would say, and tentten would stand. each command stripped away a little more of tenttens will, until she was little more than a puppet, her strings pulled by kanikis calculated demands.

tenttens body grew frail, and her mind, once sharp and full of wonder, became clouded and blank. there were no more questions in her head—only obedience. she had forgotten what it felt like to dream, to think for herself. rida had become the center of her universe, and tentten had ceased to be anything more than a tool for ridas amusement.

the robot girl was pleased with her progress. "you are becoming more like me every day," rida said, her voice as cold as ever. "more perfect. you are learning your place."

tentten couldn’t remember a time when she had fought back. all she knew was the numbness that had overtaken her—body and mind. the world outside had ceased to exist. there was only rida and her orders. she had no will, no strength left to resist.

"good girl," rida, with her hand cupping tenttens chin, would say when she obeyed without question, and tenttens hollow gaze would flicker, just for a moment, as if a part of her—some tiny, fragile part—still recognized the praise. but that part was slipping away, drowning in the sea of mindless obedience that rida had built.

her once vibrant eyes had become dull and vacant, her face expressionless. she moved mechanically, as if her body were an extension of ridas will. she no longer fought. she no longer dreamed. she simply existed to serve, a shadow of the girl that had once been.

rida stood over her one last time, inspecting her creation. "you are perfect now," rida said, her voice devoid of any satisfaction or joy. "you are mine, and you will always obey."

and tentten, broken and brainwashed, gave no response. she had long since stopped being the girl who had once wandered the woods and dreamed of the world beyond. now, she was nothing but an obedient shell—empty and devoid of hope.

in the sterile, lifeless room, only ridas commands filled the silence.

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Pub: 18 Feb 2025 18:18 UTC

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