Rainwater slipped from the seams of the buildings, like transparent threads, sewing the entire city into a silent network.
Shen Yuan stood in the center of the "net".
The moment he opened his eyes, what was ringing in his ears were instructions, not sounds.
"Walking."
"Turn around."
"Look up."
He did so. The body is like an empty shell filled with programs, so smooth that there is no hesitation.
The glass door reflected his side face - clean, cold and white, emotionless.
He was used to this feeling of being "watched".
Never resist.
There is no way to resist.
And he himself is no longer sure whether "I" is a real existence.
When her fingertips touched his jawline, his breath was delayed.
It's not an emotion, just a conditioned reflex.
He was "made" in those hands.
"Very good." She said softly, as if inspecting a finished product.
There was no wave in his eyes, but his heart seemed to be tightened by some invisible thread.
The temperature of the air changes slightly as she approaches.
It was from this temperature that he learned what "attachment" is.
Later he understood:
The reason why she got close was not because she liked him.
It's because - he's more obedient.
The funny thing is,
But he fell deeper into it.
The boy didn't know what "love" was at first. He only knew that the only warmth, the only voice, and the only person who touched him in the world was her. She is the "god" in his world. He slowly realized that this warmth was her carefully designed cage. Because of this, he couldn't escape.
"She taught me to breathe and she taught me to obey. That's why I love her. And that's why I can never live without her."
Intention: Creation