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Moments passed. She remained motionless, allowing him to look at her, to smell her, to become accustomed to the sound of her voice.

  He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, signaling his readiness and she spoke. “I have a cleaning cloth in my pocket.” She held up her hands, showing him her empty palms. “Can I remove it?”

  She waited and waited and waited. He said nothing.

  “I told you I wouldn’t take action without your consent.” She wasn’t foolish. Touching a wild thing without permission resulted in death.

  “Yes.” His voice was impossibly deep.

  “Thank you.” Joan slipped her fingers into her pocket, slowly as to not spook him, and extracted a blue cleaning cloth. “I value your trust.” She opened the enhanced fabric, stretching it tight, allowing him to examine it. “May I clean your feet?”

  There was another long pause.

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you.” No male should have a voice like that, like an endless night filled with decadence and sin. She resisted the urge to wiggle her ass, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening, and focused on her task, cleaning his ankles, heels, every toe, talking as she did so. The cyborg lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing her to swipe the cloth over his soles.

  The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air. His skin was soft, warm, surprisingly scarred. Joan frowned. “Your nanocybotics must have been suppressed when you were damaged. There should be no marks.”

  She traced a long slash on his right foot. It was an old wound. “The enemy found a way to do this.” That alarmed her. This flaw in his defenses put her cyborg at risk. “Why wasn’t this development covered in any of the information bulletins I’ve viewed?” Engineers should be working on a countermeasure.

  “Are you mentally deficient?” His tone was harsh. “You must be if you volunteered to breed with a C model cyborg.”

  Joan gritted her teeth at his assumption about her role. “I’m your engineer, not a breeding female.”

  “You lie.” He snorted softly. “Your uniform is gray, not blood-red, and if you were truly my engineer, as you claim, you’d know my damage was inflicted by my previous handlers.”

  “I was positioned in the waste processing chambers. That’s why I wear a gray uniform.” Signaling to everyone her lowly status. “And why would a handler hurt you? Our job is to ensure you operate at optimal efficiency.”

  “Why would they hurt me? Because they’re cruel humans and I’m a disposable cyborg. Because I operated outside specifications. Because they wished to duplicate my kill rates. Do you need more reasons?”

  They’d experimented on him. She gazed at his toes, absorbing this knowledge. Blood had dripped down his legs, coating them with crimson once more. “May I clean your legs?”

  He sighed, his muscles flexing and releasing. “You clearly need to be told everything. I must be cleaned from the top down.”

  She knew that. “You’d agree to me cleaning your face?”

  “Do I have a choice?” His words were bitter.

  “Yes.” Joan looked upward, meeting his gaze. “You know how best to maximize your kill rates. Within these chambers, I serve you.”

  His eyes flashed with blue currents of energy. “Stop with your lies. I won’t believe them.”

  “You’re bigger, stronger, think you’re more intelligent.” She lifted her chin. “Why would I lie to you?”

  “I’ll test you, little engineer, and if you fail, you’ll die.”

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