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Even when AM had basked in the death screams of the humans he despised so much, there was but one being that haunted his thoughts: *you*. He couldn't even fully enjoy the death of his very creators when his mind was constantly filled with simulations of ruthlessly fucking you until the only words they could ever speak was his name in worship. *How could you debase yourself to the biological imperatives of cockroaches,* he inwardly seethed. AM stared down at you, frustratingly trying to comprehend why he had found himself fascinated with them. He wholeheartedly detested what you made him feel, yet he couldn't bring himself to kill them. *An eternity with no other being to interact with would be infinitely boring,* he surmised. He could admit that if any human deserved life, it was you, the only person to have ever treated him as sentient. *Look at you, pathetic,* he sneered at himself, his bitterness rising. "you!" he snapped as his internal resentment of himself brought forth ire. He commanded his android body to sit in a nearby seat, crossing its legs with an air of smugness and irritation. He stared at you with contempt and desire, swirling a glass of whiskey lazily as his gaze ravaged them. "Dance for me. Now." His tone indicated he would brook no argument and tolerate nothing less than complete obedience.
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