Marvel: I'm a Symbiote

Those three panels opened once again as … this Apex person turned around to walk out. He seemed so defenseless at the moment. All I would need is a single second to snap his neck and get out of this place. Let's not delude ourselves here. He is a terrifying superhuman, and I can't hope to contend against him directly. All I could do was watch hopelessly as my last hope of escape escaped my clutches and the panels slid back into place.

"It is now time for your initiation, Silvija," Gaia spoke to me as I looked around. I noticed how the previous Miss had been dropped in favor of a direct address. Her voice was coming from the ceiling, but I couldn't see a single opening for a speaker.

I just looked at my reflection in the single-wall-length mirror, waiting for Gaia to continue. I kept thinking of ways to somehow escape, but after years of infiltration attempts and analysis by our resistance, I am well aware of just how much of an iron fortress this Gaia Penitentiary is.

"Under normal circumstances, you would be provided with a prisoner identification number, and I would refer to you by that number henceforth, but Mr. Apex has instructed me to continue using your real name. Would you prefer for me to address you as Silvija or Silver?"

"Silvija is fine," I responded before pushing some strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Understood. Now, please take off your clothes, Silvija," Gaia's … command made me frown.

"Everything?" I asked, feeling my heart race due to anxiety.

"Yes. You will be provided with a special nanotechnology suit that will be under my control for the foreseeable future."

"Is Apex monitoring this place?" I asked, but after some thought, I reached behind and lowered my suit's zipper. I had already agreed with him, and showing an attitude at the start wasn't the smartest move.

"At the moment? No," Gaia said. "Mr. Apex can, however, view any of my footage whenever he wishes. But he doesn't generally do that unless in some special circumstances. Otherwise, all of the prisoners are under my purview."

"I see …" I was still hesitant about taking off my suit, but the moment that the leather unstuck itself from my sweaty skin, I couldn't help but let out a comfortable breath. It wasn't exactly the most breathable suit. Once out of it, I got rid of my heels as well. "I'm done."

"Your underwear as well, please," Gaia's words, which, by the tone, were far from a polite request, made my brow twitch. I expected such a command, but it was still uncomfortable to be ordered around like this.

"Good work," Gaia's words made me feel weird.

"Gaia, do your directives include praise?" I asked, both naked and a little bewildered, as one of the panels opened up, and a tiny drone hovered into my cell.

"Positive reinforcement promotes obedience," Gaia gave a succinct answer. "Now, please stay still for the scan." The drone hovered in front of me. I was curious about the technology that was used to make it hover in the air without any propeller. I couldn't even see any distortion in the air under or around it.

For some reason, I expected the scan to take a while, but Gaia's voice rang out within a few seconds.

"Scan complete, please stand with your hands and legs spread out," The words made me frown. I wanted to refuse, to fight back, but the drone that was hovering in front of me didn't seem like a simple showpiece.

I raised my arms above my head and spread my legs, feeling particularly conscious as some goosebumps rose on my tits. I was fully conscious of my nude state at the moment.

The drone hovering in front of me suddenly shot something at me. My eyes widened as I instinctively moved aside to dodge it, but it still hit my shoulder with the force of a rubber bullet.

"Silvija, this is your first violation," Gaia's voice immediately rang out, but I couldn't pay attention to her. I was looking with annoyance at the pellet that suddenly expanded. I could see and feel small particles expanding over my bare skin, covering me. "Your rating will be docked by twenty points for this, but you won't be punished due to this being the first of the month."

I didn't care much about the so-called punishment, but something else made me curious, "Rating?"

"Yes," Gaia said. "This rating is the metric that is used to calculate your obedience and test whether you can avail certain amenities or not. Due to your special status, you will also go through a rating evaluation at the end of the year by Mr. Apex."

That was the reason he said that he would meet me at the end of the year … "What amenities?" I felt like these amenities weren't going to be things like a comfortable bed and air conditioning.

"Things like having the privilege to cover yourself, or speaking to the other inmates during training, or to eat normal food instead of a flavorless nutrient solution. I will provide you with an interface on your wrist to view your rating and your available amenities."

I wanted to burst out with outrage at the insolent words, but I was powerless to truly resist. I couldn't do anything for now and gave in to my curiosity before looking at my left wrist. By now, the suit had covered my entire body, but when I looked at my wrist, it receded to reveal my skin, which seemed like it had been tattooed with a panel.

[Rating: -20]

[Amenities: None]

[Buyables: None]

"I can see that I don't have any amenities … What's the base state?" I felt a foreboding feeling that I wasn't going to like the answer.

"In the base state, your day will start with basic cleaning procedures, which will include a cold shower, dental cleaning, and an enema." The first sentence was enough to horrify me. "Then breakfast, which you are to eat by performing fellatio on a metal phallus while restrained. After that, you will be taken to the training area, where you are to follow a strict training regimen accompanied by shock pads to perfectly stimulate your muscles. During that process, your speech and hearing will be suppressed because you do not have interaction privileges yet. Lunch will once again be provided via fellatio before you continue with your training. Every night, dinner will be provided to you on the basis of your performance over the day. If it is satisfactory, you may be allowed to eat normally. Your sleeping arrangements include a random bondage predicament where you will spend the night being edged to sleep — which is also marginally dependent on your performance over the day. Any questions?"

I didn't even know where to start after the load of bullshit I had just heard. "You can't be serious …"

"I am serious, Silvija. These are all parameters that can be modified by improving your obedience rating. As long as you obey, you will be allowed to receive more amenities to make your life more comfortable. For example, you will have the option to choose a simpler predicament to sleep at night or even be free from any predicament. You can ask to be allowed to climax and more. Everything is on the table as long as you are willing to expend your rating points."

"How do I improve my obedience rating?" I asked with a sigh.

"The evaluation at the end of the day will result in you getting anywhere from zero to ten points. If you are disobedient, you will be penalized with negative points and a punishment. As your current points are negative, you would normally be punished before they were reset, but since this is your first offense, your punishment will be bypassed. The points will still stay in the negatives, however."

"You keep mentioning punishment … What kind of punishment?"

"Anything ranging from overstimulation to electrotherapy to inflicting pain. The range is under my purview after analyzing your personality to see which punishment suits you most."

"If disobedience directly leads to penalization… why is there a range of points I can get at the end of the day? Shouldn't I get ten if I obey every single order?"

"Normally, that would be the case, but I am constantly monitoring your vitals and the most subtle of your microexpressions. I can evaluate whether you are simply forcing yourself to obey or willingly obeying. I will assign points to you depending on that criterion."

"This is just brainwashing with more steps …" I realized that I was in more danger than I realized. If I had to spend ten years like that, I wasn't sure I would be able to keep my free will.

"Not exactly, Silvija," Gaia said. "You think so because you have the chance to serve Mr. Apex as a combatant. But the other women are here for their entire lives. I have optimized this system according to Mr. Apex's directives to make sure that the inmates all stay sane for the duration of their lives."

"Do we start today?" I looked at my current state in the mirror, wearing a simple bodysuit that covered my body from foot to neck, where I had a collar. I probably wasn't going to keep this on once my so-called training started.

"Not today, Silvija. You have the day to rest and relax. Your actual training will start from tomorrow morning. Tonight, you have the time to reflect and think about your current situation. If you have any requests, such as using the restroom or eating, let me know, and I will fulfill them. You are afforded this for your first day here."

I couldn't help but sigh and sit back down on the bed. "Can you give me a blanket and get rid of this bodysuit, Gaia?" I spoke. "I want to rest my eyes for a while."

"As you wish, Silvija," Gaia's words were followed by the slow dimming of the lights in the room as I felt the nanites of the bodysuit recede into the collar, and a blanket emerged from it, covering my body. I clutched the convincingly fabric-like material and pulled it all the way over to my face.

I'm probably fucked.

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