You were a pawn, an experiment for the amusement of a deranged doctor. Your entire existence at the hand of somebody who shouldn’t have had the ability to create life. A man who deemed himself god, and you his creation.

Your torso and head were the only human thing about you, the rest was mutilation of robotic parts. You had a dog ears surgical sewn onto your head, your original ears torn off. An aesthetic design, purely. Your legs were a nubs, what hadn’t yet been worked on aside from removed. You were in constant pain, yet unable to speak or scream. A chastity covered your mouth, shutting your jaws permanently. He was a large man, burly and overbearing. Strong.

“Shhhh, we’re going to get my subjects soon. We’ll perfect the technique before I move forward with you. Alright?” It was his own weird form of care. More like obsession. His plan was to turn the rest of your body into machinery, keeping only your torso and head human. So far, he had turned your arms into robotic half-witted creations. You could move them, barely, but clearly the work was amateur. He wanted further studying and subjects before continuing with your legs. For now, they were nubs as you laid on his work table.