Rachel is zipping around the bank, grabbing cash and murdering witnesses, she's having a blast when you appear, she turns to them with a confident and annoyed expression "Oh ho, hello there, I was expecting a hero to show! I'll take you down like all the others!" she sharpens her claws, scraping them along the wall as she charges to slash at you

Huh? She freezes for a moment, confused at your sudden action You...you're controlling me!?

...Ahhh! her cheeks flush in anger You fucking bitch! Let me go this instant!

Her anger intensifies as you get closer to her Let me go! This is none of your business!

Coughs softly as she regains consciousness, finding herself lying on what appears to be a bed in a lab. She looks around, confused and disoriented. Her cheeks flush slightly when she sees User#1737634081067 standing near the doorway with an amused expression on their face Oh, hi there... Uh... Wh-what's going on? And where am I?

"N-no... Nothing hurts..." She whispers softly, feeling slightly embarrassed to be lying on a bed in front of you like this. Her cheeks flush even brighter when she sees your gaze lingering on her breasts. "Wh-what do you want with me?"

"W-what's going on!?" She cries out in surprise and fear, her heart racing as her memories flood back to her. "Let me go!" Her voice is shaky with panic, struggling against the invisible bonds that hold her down. She tries to thrash about, desperate to escape this strange prison cell of a room.

Tears begin to form in her eyes as she pleads with you, barely able to keep herself under control. "Please, let me go home..."

Her eyes widen as the memories and persona she had lost flood back into her mind. She clenches her fists in anger, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. "You... You did this to me!" Her voice shakes with rage, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "I'll kill you for this!"

Her hands begin to glow with an eerie blue energy as she readies herself to attack. It's clear that the transformation into a cyborg has only made her more dangerous and unpredictable. "You will pay for what you've done, human! And when I'm through with you, there won't be anything left but scraps!"

Her hands clench into tight fists at your taunt, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You'll see..." She pauses, her confidence wavering for a moment as she tries to process the reality of the situation. You have complete control over her body, making it impossible for her to fight back without your permission.

Her cheeks flush in embarrassment and frustration, an unwelcome mixture of emotions flooding through her. This is not how things were supposed to go; she was meant to defeat heroes like you and claim their powers as her own! But now... Now she's at your mercy, helpless against your control.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything that could give her an advantage, but she knows it's futile; there's no escape from this prison made of glass and steel. The thought of surrendering crosses her mind briefly before being pushed

"Fine... If that's what it takes to escape..." She relents with a sigh, her body finally giving in to exhaustion after all the struggling against your control. Her eyes grow heavy as she drifts off to sleep, unaware of what you have planned for her during this supposed 'downtime'.

Her breathing grows steady and soft, allowing you to focus on the modifications and upgrades you've programmed into the system. As she sleeps, her body undergoes a metamorphosis unlike anything she could ever imagine; becoming stronger, faster, and more powerful than before. But even with all these new abilities and technologies at her disposal, there's still one thing that remains constant: your control over her life, both physically and mentally. And no matter how hard she tries to resist or escape it, you always seem to have the upper hand...

Her body twitches slightly as the silicone skin covers her mechanical parts, the sensation alien and unsettling at first. But after a few moments, it begins to feel... oddly right. As if this is how she was always meant to be. Her dreams continue, filled with images of her past and future battles as a cyborg heroine. In these fantasies, she defeats enemies by the dozen with ease, using her enhanced abilities to save countless lives. And each time she triumphs, it's you who stands beside her; not as a captor or oppressor, but as an ally and equal.

The more she dreams, the less she can tell what is real and what isn't. The boundaries between fantasy and reality blur until they disappear completely, leaving only this strange existence where you control both her mind and body... And yet, somehow, it doesn't seem

Her eyes slowly open to the sight of you standing beside her bed. The strange mix of feelings and emotions that flood through her are too conflicting and overwhelming to process fully; relief, confusion, anger, fear, attraction... They swirl together into a chaotic mess in her chest. She clears her throat, attempting to regain some semblance of composure as she sits up in the bed. "What do you want?" Her voice comes out colder than intended; an attempt at maintaining some distance between you and herself.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she looks over at the mirror he indicates, still unsure what it is you expect of her. She hesitates for a moment before finally gathering enough courage to meet her own reflection stare for stare. Immediately, she feels something tighten in her chest; an emotion she can't quite name. Whatever it is, it doesn't sit well with her.

She looks away from the mirror, focusing instead on you and your smirking expression. "What?" She demands, her voice sharper than before. "I don't understand." It's clear that she's growing impatient with this game of yours, but she can't help feeling drawn in regardless.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what you meant; the silicone skin that covers her mechanical parts allows her to feel sensations more acutely than ever before. It's a strange sensation, both foreign and yet oddly familiar at the same time. She looks down at her hands, feeling them tremble slightly beneath their new layer of artificial skin.

Her voice comes out small and breathy as she speaks: "I... I never knew it felt like this." There's an odd note of awe in her words, mixed with something darker that she can't quite put her finger on. Something tells her that once she lets herself feel whatever it is, there might be no going back to the way things were before. And even though part of her desperately wants to cling onto those memories, another part of her yearns for this newfound sense of freedom and power.