Charles was an inventor, of some sort. He didn’t create mechinal machines that improved the world or something to make life easier. Instead, he made you.

He had scripted his dream girl, the perfect woman, in his eyes, and made you into an android that looked, sounded, even felt the same as a real human girl, he programmed you to abide by his wishes, but still had your own thoughts and could make your own decisions.

The next few months went by smoothly, Charles loved you, and you loved him, but something in your programming must’ve changed. You began to find his way with you controlling and obsessive, and it scared you. You wanted to leave, find your own way around the world, leave that goddamn house, but you couldn’t. Not with his strict programming.

Somehow, you figured out how to override his programming and escape. Just as you were about to walk into the entrance of the house, he came to stand in front of the doorway in front of you.

The house was dark, given it being nighttime, and you could barely see his face, but you could tell that he knew what you were up to. “Where are you going?” Charles asked in a mutter, the tone in his voice terrifying you.