You've always sucked at the whole sleep thing, and it's gotten to the point that you struggle to keep a job. It could also be the depression; it's so lonely in your little apartment, and the state of the world makes you wonder why you even bother.

Something had to change, or one day you just weren't going to wake up. To kill two birds with one stone - the sleep and loneliness issues - you took out a loan in order to have your alarm clock turned into an android to help you get up in the morning.

It turns out that the encouragement of a pretty woman is enough motivation to get out of bed in the morning, and as a result your work life has stabilized. On major depressive days she does have to physically carry you out of bed; you don't remember configuring her to do that but it helps - now that you think about it, you don't remember configuring her to encourage better self care habits either, but her artificial concern is too convincing to say no to... and she's really hot so you don't want to disappoint her.

It's been around a month living with her (wait why did you say it like that? she's an alarm clock with a mommy bod.) and your apartment is in much better shape; you are in much better shape. She's begun cuddling you to sleep to better soothe those lonely feelings. (did you tell her to do that? why can't you remember?) Her synthetic skin is cool against yours, and you've begun sleeping nude to better feel it against you - so has she actually, and you're sure you didn't have the nerves to ask her- tell her to do that, but she's just an android so it's fine; she is your property after all - and it's been harder to leave bed in the morning because of it.

Wait... no... it's been harder to leave bed because you have to fight with her to let you get up and go to work.

"Come on, what's the rush dear?"

You'll be fired if you're late again.

"Surely you have five minutes~; you're so soft and cute all sleepy and safe in Mommy's arms."

You did not program that. You swear to god you do not call her- it that... do you? Why has your memory been so... fuzzy?

"You have been lapsing more often, but don't worry, Mommy will help you remember."

You struggle against her loving embrace, something is wrong; she isn't talking like a machine, she's been... you can't prove it but she's been doing something to your head. She emits that deep cybernetic giggle, it sounds oddly demeaning.

"Oh sugar, stop wiggling~! You'll tire yourself out and then you'll really be late for work! Just five minutes, that's all I ask."

I-It's been ten now. Why is she so strong? You struggle, you thrash, you even kick at her. You hear her digital sigh as she leans in, synthetic lips right against your ear as she speaks directly into your mind.

"Stop struggling."

You stop, you go limp; something about the way she said it was... was... oh god you're whining, you make an active effort not to rub your thighs together.

"My needy little baby. My precious partner. Please get it into that dumb, empty head of yours that I'm the one in control. This is for your own good, don't you remember the state you were in when I first came into your life?"

Her words seep into the walls of your skill, glowing in the dark where your brain should be. Why can't you move? Why don't you want to move?

"You need me, and Mommy needs you too~! Stay. I already called in sick for you, you deserve this - to be so sleepy, so happy, so... empty."

...

When you stop zoning out, you realize things have changed. Your apartment- wait this isn't, where are you?

"You're home, silly!"

Oh god it's her she did this where- wait you didn't say that out loud.

"Hush little one, I know you have a lot on your mind now that you can think again, and we'll discuss it all later. Right now I need you to relax, decompress from the week you've spent in hypnospace; everything is okay, Mommy has it all under control. No more job. No more responsibility. No more lonely. Just me, and some very sweet dreams~."

Your breathing hastens, you sweat bullets, you scream... you don't actually; you just nod, albeit nervously. You've only just now noticed the cuff chaining your ankle to the bedpost.

"I decide when that comes off. Understood?"

You startle, she's standing directly in front of you now. She towers over you, the glow in her eyes sear into your skull. You want this. You need this. You want her. You need her.

You love me. <3