When I woke up on the floor, my head hurt so bad, like somebody had tried to smash it open with a hammer. I turned my head and saw Korse sitting on the couch. He was smiling. "Hey baby."

I wanted to rip his eyes out. I managed to sit up, leaning on my hands. I didn't say a word, I gave him a dirty look.

"Hey, don't be angry with me, you seem confused."

Confused? Like I don't remember what just happened. "How could you leave me like this? I was so scared."

He placed his hand on his chest. "I didn't do anything, you just had an upgrade. You had some kind of software malfunction, you tried to cut yourself open in the bathroom. A simple break in your logic, you should be feeling better now."

I guess my head did feel different, maybe more clear. I was disoriented as fuck, but I wasn't sad. Just angry and confused. But I clearly remember he was after me. I don't remember what he was gonna do though.

"How do you remember last week?"

I blinked at him. "Week?"

He nodded. "You were gone for a week in repairs. Your files got corrupted due to an improper shut down. They had to try and fix it, so you may be remembering things wrong."

"I was asleep for a fucking week?" He nodded. "I remember you raping me, I went into the bathroom. I was gonna throw myself out the window, but I couldn't open it. I fell and something glass broke. That's what I remember, I bled."

He shook his head. "No, you leaked battery acid all over the floor, I thought you were gonna melt your own arm off. Your perception must have been off. I haven't heard the full diagnostics report they ran on you. But I can let you know when I do."

I shook my head, that just wasn't possible. "So what did they upgrade?"

He shrugged. "I'm not in control of these things, they probably made you less susceptible to shutting down unexpectedly."

I scoffed. "Well they did a fuck of a job. I've spent the last week passing out. Then I watched the news and went out when I heard." I shut up.

He raised an eyebrow. "Something they said on the news made you pass out."

I shook my head. "I don't know, I'm so fucked in the head that I don't remember." I remembered the windows. "Oh yeah, where the hell are my windows?"

He motioned towards me. "You said it yourself, you planned to throw yourself out of the window. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you the means to do so?" He examined his fingernails. "It's for your own good."

I got on all fours and started crawling to him, I didn't quite feel like I could walk. "You're a liar Korse, tell me the truth."

He watched me, he seemed amused at me crawling. "I've told you the truth, I just want you to be safe baby."

"Quit calling me baby! I'm not a child. Fucking treat me like I'm alive!"

He leaned forward, looking down at me. "Well, I would certainly do so if you were alive. You merely exist. Besides, what would you have me call you then?"

I remembered Fun Ghoul's name for me. "Red, call me Red."

He shook his head. "Most Pornodroid's with red hair are called Red. It's not very original."

I sat up in front of him. "Then don't call me anything. When can I resume working?"

He cleared his throat. "Well, I see no reason if you're feeling up to it to start back tomorrow."

I shook my head, I wanted to see Fun Ghoul, if he even shows up after a week. "No, tonight."

He raised an eyebrow. "You can't even walk. How can I allow people to fuck you if you can't even walk."

I grabbed the arm of the couch for leverage to pull myself up to my feet, I winced as all my limbs felt as if they'd seize up. "See, I can stand. Now, tell me how to work the door. I need to be able to open and close it."

He nodded, he walked me over to it andotioned me over. I made my way to him slowly. He pointed to the little button at the bottom of the screen. "This is a little intercom, you speak into it and it requests me to give permission to open the door. Locking it will require a reason."

He pressed the button, a little beep sent off in his pants. He reached in and grabbed out a small white box. "It's that simple."

I taped at him. "It's bullshit, that's what it is!" I grabbed the little white box from him and threw it across the room, it landed with a clatter on the floor. "I deserve the right to open my own door whenever the fuck I want!"

He shook his head. "No, we can't trust you."

I narrowed my eyes. "We? Who the hell is we?"

He opened his mouth for a moment and shut it. "Me and the people who…"

I poked my finger into his chest. "I knew it! You don't own me at all! You're just a pawn for somebody else. Get the fuck out of here."

He put his hands up. "I do own you, I am the sole owner of you, I was referring to the people who are responsible for fixing you if you get hurt. You need to respect me! I'm all you've got."

I shook my head. "No, you aren't. And no I don't. I want to be alone." I turned away from him. I decided I wasn't gonna speak to him anymore. Not tonight.

I saw him through the corner of my eye that he walked across the room, grabbing his little white box and left the room.

I went into the kitchen. My stomach was growling, I opened my fridge. It actually had some food in it. I grabbed out a frozen pizza from the freezer and preheated the oven. I went back to the living room and sat on the couch.

The rest of my night was so painfully uneventful, I watched soap operas muted and made up the story. I ate a whole pizza and passed out by 10:30.

The next day I only got one client, some guy not much taller than me with long shaggy hair and scruffle wanted a hand job. I did and he went on his way. He didn't even ask what was wrong with my other hand. I spent the rest of the day wondering if I did a good job pissing Korse off. I hary spoke into his intercom. But it did work pretty good, he hadn't given me a hard time yet.

When it was later into the night, the only way I could tell anymore was the clock on the wall, or the program on TV. I was about to just go to sleep, but I got a knock at my door. I went over and pressed the intercom button. "Korse, I've got someone at the door." The door beeped and I opened it.

Someone in a dark hoodie stood in the hall,his face in shadow. I looked down and saw his tattooed fingers. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in, slamming the door.

I immediately threw myself into his arms, squeezing him to me. "Ghoul! I fucking missed you."

He just let me hug him for a minute, I pulled away a little, but kept my hands on his shoulders. "I came back every day and you wouldn't answer the door." He pulled down the hood, he had tears in his eyes. "I had to stop coming when I heard the company has it out for me." He pointed at my arm. "What happened?"

I was going to cry, I knew it. "I tried to kill myself, they upgraded me, Korse raped me." I hadn't realized how much all of it bothered me until that moment. I buried my face in his chest. "I wanted to die so fucking bad, I missed you. I didn't even know I'd been gone and passed out for a week. Now they took my windows, and my door. I can't stay here anymore Ghoul."

He put his arms around my waist. "Hey, it's okay. I don't know what I can do to help you."

I looked up at him, he was crying too. "Take me with you. If not bring me a knife, or a blaster. Cause I'm gonna kill myself if the other option is staying."

He shook his head. "Red, that isn't fair. You can't do that to me."

I wiped my eyes with my hand. "I don't care what's fair, nothing about my life has been fair. I just know that I need you and nothing else matters."

He blinked and a tear fell down his face, he smiled. "You look so pathetic."

I frowned. "I am pathetic. It's all your fault! You showed me what it's like to be actually happy, and now you're like a drug." He made the cutest fucking face at me. "Let me kiss you."

He sighed, I pressed my lips to his. I ran my fingers into his hair and pulled him even closer. He pressed a hand to my back. I didn't want to ever stop.

He pulled away. "Okay, I have a couple of questions." I pulled his hand until he was at the couch, he sat.

"Go for it." I said, sitting on his lap, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Did you have to sit on me?" He asked.

"Absolutely."

He resumed. "I'm confused, what happened this week exactly?"

I shrugged. "I was drugged or something, I was in some white building with people doing stuff to me. It wasn't here at all. I kept passing out. Eventually I woke up in here with all my windows, my forks, and my knives gone. Even my cups are made of plastic. They really don't want me to kill myself."

He put a hand on my stomach. "You're the highest grossing Pornodroid ever created. If I made you, I'd want to keep you as well."

I sat up and turned to him. "I'd that true? Why?"

He shrugged. "You're also the only male Pornodroid. Everybody loves you."

I scoffed. "No they don't, they all just want to hurt me and feed into the machine that's damned me to this place. That's why I want out so bad." I couldn't slow down my breathing, I was gasping for air.

He grabbed my hand. "Hey, I'm trying to help you. You have to stay calm,nobody can know we're planning something."

I turned around and threw my legs over the side of the couch, making him hold me. "How can I be calm. I want to go with you now."

He shook his head, looking down at me. "You have to be patient, you're not the only life at risk here. Hell, I'm not even the only life at risk."

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean? Are there more Killjoys?" My vision went to static for a moment, but I didn't pass out.

He smiled. "Somebody's been watching the news."

"Like a hawk."

"Well, yeah, there's more than just me. But they aren't in the city. But it's just me and three others." He paused. "I don't want to tell you too much."

I groaned. "But I want to know."

"Last time I tried to tell you about this shit you passed out. And then you tried to seduce me."

I started messing with his hair. "Well, you also made me cum. So you aren't an angel yourself."

He put a hand up. "All I did was kiss you."

I narrowed my eyes. "You laughed into my mouth. I can't handle that shit. Not from you, and it doesn't help that you're the hottest guy ever."

He laughed. "Ever?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I could have an orgasm just looking at you. But I have more self control than that."

He frowned. "So you just like me for my looks?"

I shook my head. "No, you're sweet and sensitive. And you actually give a fuck."

He smiled. "I do?"

I sat up. "Don't act like you don't care about me, you didn't have to come back. Nobody is making you. You want to be with me, I can tell."

He put his arm under my legs, the other went around my waist, he tried to put me on the couch next to him. I clung to his neck, pulling him on top of me. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to cuddle me!" I yelled, looking up at him. "Please."

He sighed, resting his arm next to my head. My feet were on the floor, I shifted in the couch to be comfortable.

"I'm hungry red, I need to eat before I can cuddle with you."

I frowned at him. "Fine, let's go to the kitchen. But you have to promise to spoon with me."

He got off the couch, unzipping his jacket and dropped it to the floor. He was wearing a shirt with a skull that read 'The Misfits' across the bottom. Oh shit, his arms are so covered with tattoos. I watched him walk to the kitchen before following him. We ended up eating grilled cheese together.

I ate really quick so we could cuddle sooner. When we were done we went back to the living room. Turning on the TV to soap operas with the volume off. I looked down at him laying on the couch and smiled. "I don't think you understand how much I love you."

He rolled his eyes and motioned me to him. I laid down on the couch, scooting into him, he put a heavy arm around my waist, draping it across my stomach, his other arm rested under my head for support. I could feel his breath down my neck.

This was it, I legit could die happy like this. When he breathed and his stomach pressed against my back and he held me even tighter. The smell of him was constant, his slow breathing could have made me fall asleep.

"I wasn't bullshitting, I really think I'm in love with you."

He sighed. "I believe you."

"I don't expect you to say it back or anything. I just need you to know I don't really like you just for looks. I'm actually me right now, I'm alive right now. I'm not just existing when I'm with you. I don't want to die anymore when you're here."

He lifted his arm off my waist and moved my hair to the side, brushing his lips over the back of my neck, kissing the side of my neck. I moaned and reached up for his hand, bringing it to my mouth to kiss it. He cupped my face and I turned my body so we were facing each other.

He pulled me into a kiss, running his tongue over my lips. My stomach dropped and I inhaled sharply. He laughed softly, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. He pressed his mouth to mine and ran his tongue over mine and I couldn't stop a strange noise that came from my throat. He made every part of me feel so sensitive.

We played with each other's tongues for a while. He pressed his hand to my side, sliding his hand under my shirt. He pulled away from the kiss, pressing his lips to my jawline. I was about to lose my fucking mind.

He ran his hand up my side, looking at me. "Is this okay with you?" I nodded quickly, he pulled me on top of him and we continued making out. I pulled his shirt up and revealed even more ink, there truly wasn't an inch of him that didn't have some design. I latched onto one of his nipples and played with it using my tongue and teeth.

He laughed. "Oh fuck." I could feel that he was getting hard through his pants. I lifted up and latched onto his mouth again. Rubbing against him, even though we had our clothes on, everything felt so much stronger. He put his hands on my hips, rolling them against me. We were both moaning messes, stopping out kissing only for air.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at me, removing his hands.

"For what?"

He breathed deeply. "I can't do this to you. We need to stop.

I was so close, I shook my head. "No, I want this. You don't understand how much I want this."

He put his hands on me, sitting both of us up. "No, this isn't fair.",

I put my hands on the sides of his face. "No, please don't stop. We aren't really doing anything."

He sighed. "This is still sex, and it's not fair to you, me, or him."

I pressed my lips to his neck. "Ghoul. You're here for a reason. Do you really think he would want you to be alone forever?"

He rubbed my back. "I don't know, he was ripped from me Red. I don't know what he would have wanted. I sure as hell don't think he would have approved of my fucking someone who looked like him, not if he couldn't join."

I nodded. "I understand. What do we do about our dicks?"

He patted my back. "I'm gonna go jerk off in the bathroom, you can do whatever you want with yours."

I licked my lips, trying to calm down. "Okay, can we cuddle afterwards. I climbed off of him, shifting uncomfortably. "I won't try anything funny. I promise, I just want to sleep."

He smiled. "Of course then." He went into the bathroom.

I finished jerking myself off in my pants, changing into shorts afterwards. I could hear him in the bathroom, struggling to be quiet. I tried not to listen, turning on a porn and laying in bed. He joined me a couple minutes later and we went out like lights.