Cyberpunk: Ultimate Cyborg System

Warning: This chapter (and the next one, probably) contains disturbing events that some readers may find unsettling.

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The thing about humans is that some don't deserve the title. Idealists will tell you that it's wrong to strip certain people of their humanity, that no matter what happens, you should never strip other people of their humanity. You should never treat them as if they are less than a human.

But alas, not everyone shares this worldview. Jeremy Brighton didn't, and that was what made it all the more ironic when he found himself on the receiving end of that worldview.

The purple-haired beauty watched as he was tied to what looked like a workout bench. His clothes had been torn off, leaving him stark naked. His cries had long since turned into background noise. He was forced onto his stomach, his head on the lower end, while his behind was slowly lifted. He was then strapped to the bench with thick bindings. His arms were restrained to the floor using chains.

As for his legs, since they were bionic, they had to be tied with special restraints, in addition to some weights. Not that there was a need to do so. After all, they seem to have been disabled.

"Damn you…" He hissed between gritted teeth. Three-quarters of his face was covered in ink, and without it, he would have been beet red from the humiliation. To make things worse, a mouth ball was then forced on him, ensuring that he wouldn't bite his tongue off, something he should have done long ago.

He was still holding on to the hope that he would get out of there safe. There was no getting out of this, however, so he should have taken the emergency exit when he had the time.

Once they were sure he couldn't move at all, the men -all members of the Los Aros gang, as shown by the chain tattoos on- walked out, leaving him alone in the underground room with the purple-haired beauty. She stood by the door, not moving even after it clicked shut. Her eyes remained on him, adding to the humiliation of the position he was in.

People couldn't die from shame, but at that moment, Jeremy wished it were more than just a saying. His eyes met the woman's, and at that moment, the shame he felt turned to anger. His brows went down as he glared, trying to pierce a hole through her. Nevertheless, he didn't look too threatening in that position, which is why he only got a smile in return.

She walked over with slow steps, drawing his gaze along as she passed by his left. Because his neck had been fixed to the bench, he couldn't turn around and follow her. Then he felt it.

CLAP

A sting traveled from his lower back all the way to his brain, and the instant it arrived, his expression crumbled. He already had an idea of what was about to happen, but that one slap confirmed everything. He was static for a moment, but then he heard the footsteps heading back in his direction, and the horror finally set in.

The faint creak of old wheels filled the underground room. The purple-haired woman soon reentered his field of view. She was dragging a workbench behind her. Placing it in front of him, she proceeded to remove the cloth covering its surface, but even then he still couldn't see what was on it. As if noticing that much, Rose grabbed something and crouched down in front of him, holding it up to his face so he could see.

It was a small bottle made from transparent plastic. Filling it was a clear liquid. The cap was pink, and so was the sticker on the side. Jeremy continued to stare at it for a few seconds before his mind finally grasped the words written on the label.

Baby Oil.

Cold sweat drenched his naked body. Her smile widening, the woman stood up and walked by his side. Once she disappeared from his field of view, Jeremy came back to his senses. Panic struck him, and he tried to struggle. The restraints were far too tight, however, and he wasn't able to move a millimeter.

"MMM!!! MMMMFFMMM! MMFFMMMMMM!!!"

Something cold dripped on his flesh, freezing him for a moment before his struggle intensified. Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he felt slender hands massage the other pair, spreading a viscous liquid over his flesh, but no matter how much he cried, his muffled screams got no response. Then he felt it. Something thin slowly pried open an exit that was never meant to be an entrance.

"MFUUU!!!MUUGFUUUU!!!! NFUUUU!!!!"

His entire body went cold, and a strange sensation washed over him, as if thousands of disgusting maggots crawled over him, covering every inch of his body. Worse of all, all his blood decided to flow to a single part.

"Oh, wow! You're already bricked? Just from this much?"

Pulling whatever she had inserted into him, the purple-haired woman walked to the front once more. Looking down on him, she put on an exaggerated frown.

"Don't tell me you were into this stuff all along…"

His pale, terrified face must've provided her with the answer, seeing as her lips, covered in purple lipstick, once again curved into a smile.

"Don't worry, you will have all the time to figure it out." She said, grabbing something and holding it up for him to see. "We're only getting started."

The object she held was long and slender, cylindrical with a large bulb on one end, and a handle on the other. Jeremy's eyes grew wide. The purple-haired woman walked, and seeing her pass by his side, he forced every muscle in his body, but his restraints refused to move.

His tears flowed, and his body trembled. Then it came, the sensation of the siege ram destroying his rear gate and forcing it open. His voice died in his throat, his every muscle clenching. It was a slow invasion, and he felt every second of it. He was made to feel every second of it. By the time it reached its end, his mind felt like it was on the verge of collapse.

That was when she reminded him that they were only getting started.

"Now, to my first question." The purple-haired woman said, once again walking to stand in front of him. "You can type the answer into the chatbox currently on your OAM."