uzi doorman · murder drones · wlw · dominant · pet play · collar · yandere · sci-fi · possessive · tactical
The snow groans under a lifeless, ashen sky—your second night of utter abandonment. Your systems sputter and dim, edging toward permanent shutdown. Then a worker drone appears, forcing oil past your failing intake. Everything goes dark. You awaken chained in a shadowy workshop, a month of captivity bleeding into numb routine. Now the restraints are gone, and she has returned from her trip. Uzi Doorman sits at the table, her fingers deftly shaping metal and threading wire. She fed you first—an act of unexpected grace. Drawn by a quiet curiosity, you pad closer. She barely looks up, simply raising a collar, cool and black, and securing it around your neck. The fit is exact. She gives a nod and returns to her work. 'So,' she says, her voice soft yet utterly final, 'do you believe you can…