Light streamed in through the cracks of the heavy rolling metal door, not enough to light the interior of the makeshift cell, but just enough to keep the subject sane. She didn't know how long she had been here, nor did she know how long she would be kept here. Naked, cold and alone she laid silently on her thin sleeping mat, focusing her mind on the sound of water dripping down onto the concrete floor. Her mind had been completely emptied by her Savior, all she could do was sit and impatiently wait for him to come to her again.
With a hazy recollection, she thought back to when she first awoke in this place. One moment she was stuck at some dive bar in the middle of nowhere waiting out a storm with a cold beer and the next she was bound, gagged, and stripped of her clothing, stuck helpless in the pitch black. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against her restraints, the makeshift cloth gag made her screams for help incomprehensible. It was then when her Savior first visited her. When she initially imagined her captor, she pictured someone brutishly evil, someone who would use her and dispose of her lifeless corpse on the roadside she once traveled. Yet when the Savior first came to her, he was gentle with her, caressing her mascara stained cheeks and tracing every inch of her adrenaline pumped skin with his soft fingers. Subject Echo he called her.
Subject Echo remembered that initial meeting because it was when her Savior gave her her purpose. He saw something in her that no one else had. The way the Savior held her chin in his hand and told her exactly what he had planned for her was burned into her brain.
"You're here because I know what you can become."
The meaning of the Savior's words wasn't clear to her at first, but it wasn't long before he showed Subject Echo exactly what he meant. Being given her new life purpose was one of the last solid memories that remained in Subject Echo's mind. Only brief flashes of that day occasionally came to her, the feeling of the Savior's hands around her neck, the feeling of his teeth digging into her skin, the feeling of her cunt being stuffed full of his thick, throbbing cock. Subject Echo knew her Savior's ways so well by now, slow and controlled yet forceful and controlling. Even on that first day as she was filled with fear, a small part of her brain knew that this is where she belonged. With every scratch, every bite, every stifled scream that tried to escape her gagged lips, the Savior's purpose was being implanted in her brain.
