I watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the machine. Standing there completely impotent hunter to act I watched her eyes hunter, once milfhunterfelicia so sparkling milf with milf life and joy and yes...love turn pale hunter and milky like those of a dead fish milf in a milf meat market. This milfhunterfelicia was what milf I had wanted so milf badly. What she had been willing to do milf to milf never lose me. But in milfhunterfelicia attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse milf, which milf never could again give me milfhunterfelicia the warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked of her. She was after all, programmed that milf way. But humanity milf cannot be programmed milfhunterfelicia, a person milf can be milf programmed milf, but humanity, true milfhunterfelicia caring and love can only be imitated within the video limits of circuits milf and programming. I was suddenly very alone felicia in the milf perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came milf to understand that I had not only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard and milfhunterfelicia desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful felicia abomination back , and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse hunter to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered that she had wanted this, at least milf as much milf as I did. It was her fantasy milfhunterfelicia too. To be powerless felicia, helpless milf in her own body, a mindless ever ready milf toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always the felicia same or compatible milf. To tinker milfhunterfelicia with video the human video brain felicia, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific hunter a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which milfhunterfelicia things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL world milf robotization milfhunterfelicia or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But milf she wanted to milf be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate milfhunterfelicia bondage slave was milfhunterfelicia one milfhunterfelicia who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy milf. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly milf.
Years milf passed. No one took her place. All that stuff about one true love, an irreplaceable soulmate is true. And I gutted mine like an hunter old building needing renovation. Yet she remained; a shiny perfect reminder, a monolith, a gravemarker. A tombstone with three words only: "I love milf you".
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