The mind is a wonderful toy. A tale of a woman with no past and every future.

[Siren Stone]

Sitting in the back of the cargo bay, The young woman sat quietly as fear slowly seeped into her mind. Thoughts of what would be done to her, how it would be done, and for how long as well as if she would survive what was soon to come caused her to completely miss the sound of the Cargo bay doors closing. Only once she noticed that the light from the docks was no longer present over the numerous stacks of crates did she realize that the captain had returned. Raising a hand to hold her arm, she listened in silence as the man's footsteps grew closer to her position until he came into view, moving around a large crate seeming to be carrying something in his hands. Beginning to say something, though cut off by the man's actions, Siren looks at the man with fear as he instructs her to remove her cloths.

After a few moments of staring at the man's cold smirk, Siren gives a weak nod before slowly standing, turning her back to the man, and hesitantly pulls her jacket off. As she lets it side from her shoulders, her body tenses up as she feels the cold chill grace her bare upper body, her recently cut short hair and missing jacket now revealing the small circular mechanical port just at the base of her neck. She looks to the side for a moment, not able to see anything of the man except for a hand holding the lit cigar at his side, she can't help but be reminded of the Junkers from her past.

Holding her arms across her chest, the embarrassed woman reluctantly lowers a hand and unbuckles her belt before siding her pants off, at this point, she can't help but shiver as she was now completely nude, having kicked her boots off before standing.

"Is this... ok?"

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