"I hear you gave my boys quite an evening…They actually want me to keep you. What do you think? You fancy a change of career? From Decorated Detective to Desperate Cumpster…That'll be the story you know, once people get a look at this…It's quite the mini movie. I bet your friends at the DPD will enjoy it…Bet they'll say you liked it…You certainly look keen." The suited man was mocking him. Gavin felt his skin burn with shame as he was held on his knees, the hand in his hair tightening to make him watch the video. It was humiliating. He was jacking off two guys while being fucked and sucked off. It was the sort of thing you'd find on a hardcore porn site. The sort of thing he'd watched occasionally. No doubt they'd think he was into it. Especially with the way he actually fucking moaned as he spilled down the guy's throat, brow pinched in pain and ecstasy. Watching it back was worse. He could see his hips jerking as his thighs trembled. "Of course, we don't have to do that…All you have to do is tell me the android's serial number and shutdown code, and it'll all be over…"

Gavin glared. He almost felt sick at the taste of stale come and blood on his lips. He knew what that meant. They'd make it quick and relatively painless. There was no way he was getting out of this alive. One of the younger men stepped forward and murmured something to the suited man, who slapped his shoulder and laughed out loud. It was a laugh that echoed off the metal walls like some fucked up Santa Claus. It made Gavin shiver with dread. The man nodded appreciatively, as if he'd heard a good joke. The younger man looked somewhat hopeful as he shuffled back.

"You really made quite the impression! They're all quite keen to keep you around." Gavin shuddered at the very thought. He wasn't even half dressed anymore. They'd stripped him completely after the first round. He'd barely been lying on the floor for five minutes when they'd caught their second wind. His ass was raw and swollen from the constant abuse. He was lucky they'd at least been careful. He was pretty sure the tearing had been kept to a minimum, but it was still fucking sore and tender. Each thrust had burned, forcing pathetic little whimpers from his lips as his eyes streamed. He'd definitely get an infection or some shit if he didn't get cleaned up properly. If I even survive…"I have to say, I can see why…" The man held up a second video. Gavin shuddered in humiliation as he watched himself being fucked in mid-air. The largest guy was holding him spread open for the camera. His solid cock jerked and dripped with each thrust as he was fucked. His mouth was open, sobs and moans fleeing his lips. He almost looked fucking wanton, despite the pain he knew he'd suffered. He tried to turn his head away. "Ah-ah-ah, you'll miss the best part." The hand in his hair turned him back and Gavin watched himself come on screen. He almost felt sick as he watched the guy kiss him before he was passed off to the next two. He remembered what happened next. The searing pain of two men fumbling to fill him. His green eyes dropped as he was finally released, but he could still hear his pleading cries on the video. Phck, I can't believe I phcking begged!

He could still feel semen seeping from his swollen entrance. He quivered at the sickening sensation. His skin was sticky with it. All of it. Including his own. He flinched and tried to struggle free as teasing fingers pinched one of his nipples and rolled it. Even those were tender after all the biting and chewing they'd been put through in the past few hours. He felt like a whore. Used up and tossed out. He shuddered. Not tossed out yet. They could keep him like this for hours. Use him over and over. Worse. They were thinking of taking him with them. Keeping him as their permanent pet slut to see to their needs. A small sound slipped out from the attention to his sore nipple. The suited man chuckled as he watched.

"Give me the codes, Mr Reed…"

"Phck off…Nines is my partner…I won't tell you shit!" Gavin was stubborn if nothing else. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stepped back and turned to the man beside him. He was about to say something. Gavin stiffened. He was probably about to tell them to give him another round or two. Gavin trembled at the thought. His ass was so tender already. Inside and out. He was pretty sure he'd beg and crack under the pressure if they tried again. I have to hold on! Nines is phcking depending on me! There was no telling what these guys would do if they gained control of him. The suited man paused as another shout called through the darkness. There was something almost triumphant in the tone. Gavin didn't know what it was, but the suited man smiled, so it couldn't be anything good.

"Turns out we don't need your services after all. My colleague back there has just hacked into the Cyberlife mainframe. It appears we have everything we need." He was smug as he tugged his gloves a little straighter. Gavin shivered. If they had Nines' codes, they could shut him down and reprogram him however they wanted. They'd turn him into a killing machine. He struggled against the hands holding him, though there was really no way for him to stop them. He was naked, beaten, and fucked to hell. His body was beyond exhausted.

The suited man chuckled as he summoned the tech who'd been working somewhere deeper in the warehouse, probably in one of the SUVs. Gavin grunted as a hand slapped his cheek. A warning for him to settle down. The suited man was handed a piece of paper. He looked it over with satisfaction as he ruffled the tech's hair. Gavin glared up at them. He couldn't let them do it! Nines was his partner. He couldn't let them take him and use him for God knows what. Fuck, Nines could probably fight a war all by himself! He had no idea what shit he'd been programmed with. He could be nuclear for all he knew. Alright, maybe not nuclear, but phck! I can't let them do this! But he was only one man. One severely beaten, fucked out man.

"I guess I'll leave you and the boys to enjoy yourselves a little longer…The boys have put me in a generous mood. If you do a good job this time, maybe I'll let them keep you." The suited man laughed heartily as he waved permission, watching as Gavin put all of his strength into struggling against the powerful hands bruising his arms. Phck! Not again! Phcking-His thoughts stopped dead as the lights cut out. There were shouting voices and a sudden whirring. It seemed there was a backup generator. The light overhead turned on, filling just their small section with a dim glow. The hands on his arms had loosened somewhat as they all looked around cautiously. Gavin could hear something. A weird growling. Like some sort of giant cat. Only sort of mechanical. The phck?

Unhand Detective Reed. It wasn't a request. The voice sounded like it was coming from a speaker, but Gavin knew better. He couldn't help the dread that swelled in the pit of his stomach as he squinted through the darkness. He could see something. A shadow. A shadow and lights. Red lights. Is that his LED? There was a small blinking red circle, and then six more to the right that were closer together. They glared through the darkness, thin slits of fury. The surrounding men stilled as they stared in shock and horror. Gavin couldn't help staring either. It was terrifying. More red lights appeared. There were red seams across his chest and down his arms and legs, which were almost invisible in the darkness. There were more lights. They jutted out at in a slanted angle all the way up his arms. Little triangles. There were six that swished around like long tentacles. Dancing red ribbons in the darkness. What the ever-loving phck…

"What luck…We didn't even need to track him down. RK900! Serial number three-one-three, two-four-eight, three-one-seven, eight-seven! Initiate emergency shutdown protocol! Authorisation code G-K-zero-seven-one-zero-zero-two!" The suited man sounded almost triumphant as he read from the paper. Gavin writhed and yelled, ordering Nines not to listen. His voice was raw and hoarse, a deep grumble that was barely audible. He slumped, almost sobbing as he watched Nines' shadowed figure freeze. The red lights shifted to yellow. There was silence as everything stilled. The men looked back and forth, mumbling warily. The lights remained yellow. Even the tendrils had frozen in place.

The suited man chuckled triumphantly, barking out orders for two of his men to approach. They were reluctant at first, but they shuffled closer as Nines remained immobilised. Gavin's breath stuck in his throat. It couldn't be that easy! A few numbers couldn't be enough to put him out of commission like this. Come on, Nines…You can't let it phcking end like this, come on! He openly sobbed as a call of confirmation came back. The men circled Nines' grotesque body, taking in the various sharp blades on his forearms and tugging the frozen metal tendrils. They laughed and joked in relief, prodding his armoured body as his six silvery eyes remained wide and vacant.

"It seems the boys will have even more to celebrate." The suited man chuckled as he watched his men in the darkness. Gavin shuddered at the almost congratulatory pat on his shoulder. Nines…please…He couldn't take it. His mind and body were at their limit. He'd rather take a bullet to the head than another cock. His bottom lip trembled as he stared at Nines helplessly. Come on, Nines! It can't be this phcking easy! Get your phcking shit together! Please! His eyes burned as they filled up.

The suited man yelled a few more orders and two more men headed towards Nines' frozen body. Gavin could only guess they were going to move him to storage. They'd pack him up, take him to a lab, open him up, and fuck with his insides until they figured out how to reset him. Nines would be gone. They'd only been partnered for almost four months, but fuck, he was the best partner he'd ever had. Sure, they'd had their moments, but they'd been getting better. They were learning each other's ticks, learning to work together. They were finding their rhythm. He's my friend! I can't let them-Gavin's eyes widened as Nines' lights returned to red. The four coiling tendrils lashed out without warning, grabbing the closest two men and knocking the others aside. Yells of alarm and strangled cries filled the darkness.

I'm not an RK900…Did you truly believe Mr Kamski would keep my official records somewhere so accessible? Nines' tone was almost amused, even through the speaker. Gavin couldn't help the surge of hope that rose in his chest at the sound. Nines was back! Nines was alright! He wasn't going to shut down! The suited man roared orders, and the other men moved. Gavin was tossed down and gunshots rang out above his head. His body was too sore to really move much, but he knew he had to get out of reach. He had to make sure he couldn't be used as some sort of bargaining chip. He grunted as something hard struck the side of his temple, sending him down hard. Pain seared his skull. His vision blurred from the impact and he felt the suited man grip his neck. Gloved fingers forced his mouth open. Gavin whined and struggled as the hand fisted, keeping his lips parted as something was shoved down his throat. His green eyes widened as it stopped his airways.

"Stop now or I'll kill your little human pet!" The gloved fingers poised to continue pushing the lump down his throat. He was already choking on it. He wasn't sure what it was. Paper? Whatever it was, it was a wadded up ball that was blocking his windpipe. He could barely get a breath around it. "Last chance, or I push it further!" That warning was the last thing to leave his lips. Gavin had no idea what happened, but something sharp and long shot through the darkness. It swiped like a whip or club, whistling through the air, and suddenly the weight was lifted from Gavin's body. He coughed and choked as the man wailed. Whatever it was, it picked up the man and dragged him away like he was nothing. I can't phcking breathe! I'm going to phcking die! Phck-phck-phck!

Gavin couldn't work up the energy to do more than roll to one side, still unable to breathe around the solid lump that was wadded in his throat. His vision blurred with tears as he squinted through the darkness, trying to heave it up like a cat with a hairball. He could hear a series of loud, mechanical, almost animalistic screeches of fury. Men were screaming. Guns were firing. There were pinging sounds as the bullets struck solid metal, or something close to it. Gavin curled up and choked again, reaching up with one hand and pushing his fingers down his throat as far as they would go. He barely touched the blockage, but that only seemed to push it deeper. He gagged. His body was still trying to throw it up. Phck!