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Graverobber was still stunned that Shilo was only seventeen. Sure, she was crying right in front of him and he should probably be trying to comfort her or something, but he just stood there watching her breakdown.

He just stared, finding her breakdown intriguing. She seemed fragile and he could tell that she probably hadn't eaten or slept in a while. Shilo was in a delicate state making vulnerable and exposed. Graverobber was getting slightly aroused when he thought of her being exposed. He tried to shake the images but he couldn't. He hadn't had any in a while since he had lost most of his clients who often tried to pay in that specific fashion (most notably the new head of GeneCo).

While he continued to watch her break down, he started to notice the differences in her appearance since the last time he had seen her. For one, her hair was different. He figured that the poisoned medication her father had given her had made her lose all her hair. It was finally starting to grow back though. He could tell the first time he met her that she was wearing a wig. Her real hair wasn't so great he thought, but at least she was lucky enough to have it growing back. She was also skinnier than the last time he saw her if it was even possible. She looked worn down and defeated. Shilo's appearance was so distressing, but Graverobber found it strangely beautiful.

Shilo was still crying as she managed to bring herself to sit down on the stairs. She was falling apart, she could feel it. The emotion was draining everything out of her. She wondered how long she had been crying in front of him. She didn't care anymore. She just couldn't control herself any longer.

Graverobber had never seen this kind of breakdown in a person before. Sure, he had seen tons of girls cry when they desperately needed him to hit them up with some Z, but this was completely different. He couldn't quite identify what made it so different though.

Shilo had been crying in front of him for a while now and Graverobber was starting to feel a little awkward. He attempted to at least lighten the situation for the both of them.

"Come on kid, stop with the waterworks. I …" his voice trailed off as she looked up at him. Her eyes begged him to take away her pain and it wasn't the kind of pain a hit of Z could fix. No, this was real pain, it wasn't premeditated or the result of self improving surgery. It was just honest to God emotional hell that she was going through.

"Damn kid, I'm sorry," he said as he sat next to her on the stairs.

"I have a name you know," Shilo choked out. She hadn't talked to anyone in the past five months and desperately needed a voice to reaffirm her identity.

"Yeah, I know. It starts with an 'S' or 'M' or something. Names aren't vitally important. Anyways yours must not have been that great if I can't remember it. Can't I just call you 'kid'? I promise I can remember that," he grumbled. He knew her name of course, but he wanted to tantalize her a little.

Shilo could tell that Graverobber was teasing her and she had no time for his banter. For five months she cut herself off from almost all methods of communication. Everything had been accumulating up to this moment. She was just frustrated from being pent up for so long and not knowing how to move on. She desperately needed a release.

"My name is Shilo! It's not that fucking hard to remember!" She screamed as she rose from sitting on the stairs. She looked like she was going to kill.

"Whoa, shit. Calm down kid, I mean Shilo," he got up and said a little defensively. God was she bipolar or something? He didn't expect her to be so touchy, but then again she had just been crying and he wasn't helping by being an ass.

Shilo tried to calm down and turned her back to him. Even though he was just scolded, Graverobber's full attention was occupied by how short Shilo's skirt was as she turned away. He tilted his head a little to the side to get a better view of her ass. No matter the situation, old habits die hard.

Now, Graverobber liked the cagey Shilo but he started to think that she was hotter when she was all huffy puffy and pissed off. He had never seen her like this but he knew he would enjoy this new side of Shilo. Her new side was such a contrast from the wary girl he had shown the seedy underbelly of the city to. What she had been through had seriously changed her. It had split her personality in two. One minute she was timid and crying and the next minute she was screaming at the top of her lungs and pissed off as hell. This was going to be interesting he thought.

Shilo stood there with her back to Graverobber as the smallest hint of a smile came to her lips. She felt better and more confident after she let all her stress out. She also felt Graverobber's very attentive eyes checking her out.

"Feels good to scream doesn't it?" Graverobber asked as he came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Why do you think I go around screaming 'graves'? It helps to sort out all the shit in your life. It keeps you sane," he said calmly in her ear.

"I'm still probably going to call you 'kid' though," he whispered complacently. He definitely wanted to see more of this edgier Shilo later on.

"Fine, but you know…" she said as she removed his hand from her shoulder and turned to face him. "I never found out your real name. What do I get to call you?" she said with her newfound assertiveness.

"You know what to call me kid. I doubt you could forget it. Doesn't matter though," Picking up on her confidence he looked her up and down with a half smile. Two could play at this game. "I'll have you screaming it later."

Shilo stared at him as he began to circle her.

"You know, I can make you forget everything," he whispered seductively into her ear. His voice was sending shivers up and down her spine.

"Yeah?" she asked nervously having lost all the confidence she had just built up.

Graverobber was relishing in the fact that she started trembling. He had diminished her back into the shy Shilo he had first met. He stepped back to look at her.

"Yeah, kid," he responded in a deep voice. "I can change your life, rest assured."

"Like the drug?" she whispered.

"Yeah, like the drug." Graverobber replied.

Shilo closed her eyes as Graverobber took her hand in his. He pulled her closer to him till they were mere inches apart.

"What are you d…" Shilo opened her eyes and tried to finish.

"Shush… Close your eyes," Graverobber said as he lowered his head and breathed in her scent.

She smelled untouched. She smelled how he could only put it… pure. Graverobber could tell she had never had a knife touch her skin or a hit of Z for that matter. Her surgical abstinence was definitely an attractive quality when thought about. He thought that nature failed as technology spread. He was obviously wrong as Shilo was utterly and completely natural. She had all of her same organs and body parts that she possessed from the day she was born. Nothing about her body was associated with GeneCo.

It was a definite turn on.

Graverobber had almost become an expert at differentiating what kind of surgery a girl had had after fucking around with so many scalpel sluts. He could tell when girls fell under the influence to be "genetically perfected." These scalpel sluts exerted desperateness. There was also something about their eyes, something they lacked. Surgery had left them soulless. They were superficial, greedy, cheap walking travesties of Amber Sweet. Shilo was different. She was rare.

Graverobber could tell that Shilo was getting lost in what he was doing to her. He doubted that she had ever known any men other than her dad and their relationship was strictly father daughter. He knew her dad was pretty messed up with the poisoning and all, but he doubted that he was twisted enough to take advantage of his own daughter. Shilo's mentality would have been more fucked up if that happened. Shilo was completely pure and untouched. He looked down at her as he tilted her chin up.

Shilo's eyes fluttered opened to see Graverobber staring back at her. His gaze was penetrating right through her. He made her feel bare. He could see all of her secrets and all of her desires. Her heart skipped a beat and started to race with anticipation.

"Blood Pressure Warning….Blood Pressure Warning…. Medicate immediately," her wrist monitor started to blare out.

"Damn it!" Shilo couldn't believe that her wrist monitor still did that. She didn't even think it still worked. She guessed that after not doing anything for five months her monitor picked up on any irregular patterns.

Graverobber chuckled. "Well, that's new. I guess I might need to take this slower."

"Blood Pressure Warning….Blood Pressure Warning…. Medicate immediately," her wrist monitor was still blaring.

"Why won't this turn off?!" She was mortified.

Graverobber could see the humiliation on Shilo's face. He found it hilarious, but he was disappointed because of the unwanted interruption.

"Here," he said as he gripped her wrist. He took the monitor off, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it.

"Blood Pressure waaaarrrrrnnningg…..'

"Hey!" Shilo snapped.

"What do you mean 'hey'? Didn't you want the thing to shut up? I know I did," he muttered.

"You didn't have to break it though…" she whined.

"I'm sorry… I thought you wanted me to turn the damn thing off," he scoffed back at her.

"Yeah, but you broke it!" Shilo screamed.

"Then please kid, elaborate how you would have turned it off?" he asked her arrogantly.

"Well…" Shilo started but couldn't come up with the answer. "I guess you're right… The only way I knew how to turn it off was by taking my medicine…"

"We know that wasn't an option," he smugly responded.

"My dad had that monitor specially made for me. I can still remember the day he gave it to me." Shilo stared down at her feet and the broken monitor.

"Kid…" he sighed and swept away the broken gadget with his foot. "You just have to move on. You can't stay stuck in the past. Your dad wouldn't have wanted that for you. He probably just wanted you to live your life and stuff."

She had tears threatening to escape her eyes once more.

"Shilo..." He said as he stroked her cheek.

"I know he wouldn't have wanted me to stay locked up… It's just…," she said trying to avoid his intimidating stare.

"What?" he asked as he tried to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze.

"It's still difficult for me to, you know…. go outside. I'm scared of the freedom I've been given. I have no idea what to do with it or how to start. I just don't know," she answered reluctantly.

"Shilo look at me," he commanded. She slowly brought her eyes to stare directly into his.

"Kid, you can do whatever you want now. No one is standing in your way. Think of this freedom as the cure you were looking for," he told her. He straightened his posture and backed away so that he was not invading her space.

Flashbacksraced though her mind. 'Oh, I want to go outside.' 'Because I'm freer than sixteen!' 'True, though the imprint is deep in me it will always be up to me. Free at last!' She had wanted this for as long as she could remember.

"I can do anything," she finally said as her realization hit her.

"Anything," Graverobber whispered back to her.

Shilo glanced around the empty room and looked at the man in front of her. She knew what she could start with. On an impulse, she walked over to him, stood up on her tip toes and gave him a hesitant and chaste kiss on the lips.

Shilo was about to break from her first kiss, but Graverobber had another plan. He decided to deepen it; to leave her with a more memorable first experience.

He finally broke the kiss to give them both a chance to catch their breath.

Shilo let out a sigh of relief and smiled shyly.

Graverobber grinned, "Now, where were we?"