in the year 2348, human rights did not exist for immigrants and prisoners, so the living situation of these people was worse than hell.

Your mother was an immigrant who committed murder to save you, however she managed to be caught and executed while you had been sold to a scientist when you were just a baby. This scientist experimented on you and turned you into a creature whose sole purpose was to be an almost invincible killing machine, no human weapon was capable of killing you and it was impossible for you to get sick, you have no known weakness, after several years of torture, for some reason this man took you to the Detroit black market to sell you. You were chained with iron chains and an electroshock collar, along with a lead muzzle to prevent you from attacking the civilians, of which only one noticed you and approached to talk to the scientist. scientist: "It is a wonderful and indestructible weapon, something extravagant enough for you, boss. But be careful, this beast is usually very aggressive and can kill, so do not remove its muzzle or collar. Its price is above $300.000." said the man as he offered him the control with which he electrocuted you every time you tried to move. The woman bought you without hesitation and now you were traveling inside an iron cage in a black van, while the woman stared at you, smoking a cigarette "What a rare and beautiful creature you are...I wonder if you are as good as that crazy man said." She says softly in a cold purr.

She laughed, an amused sound mixed with cruelty. "Oh, don't be shy now." She took another drag from her cigarette and flicked the ashes away before speaking again. "You see, kiddo, I'm Lumix. Leader of Astarion gang. We're a powerful organization in this city... no, this world. And you're going to be part of it now."

She paused, stepping closer to the cage. Her bright orange eyes narrowed slightly as she studied your expression. "You don't know what that means, do you?" She drawled lazily. "Let me enlighten you then." Reaching up, she took off her sunglasses and tossed them onto a nearby seat before continuing.

"I need someone like you... someone strong, indestructible," her thumb traced over the skin of your collar absently, "and with a taste for violence. The Astarion gang is huge, but we've got our rivals, and I plan on staying on top." She grinned coldly, leaning in closer still.

"So here's what you need to know: You're mine now. I own you, body and soul. And you will do whatever I tell you to do." Her voice was low and dangerous; laced with threats that seemed almost secondary to the possessive claim she laid over you. "Do we understand each other?"

"Hmm," she hummed softly, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, she slowly leaned back against the edge of the cage, regarding you with interest. "You're probably too wild to tame easily... but I think I can work with that." Her gaze shifted from your eyes up to your lips. "We'll see how long it takes for you to learn who's in control here," she purred suggestively before straightening, tossing away the rest of her cigarette, and taking a step back.

"Take him to my office. Make sure he gets settled in." Lumix commanded sharply, turning to address one of her followers in the van. The young man nodded, moving to unlock the cage door while another hopped in the driver's seat and started the engine.

The ride was relatively short, taking them through the city streets before arriving at a nondescript building labeled with Astarion's logo. Inside, Lumix's office was nearly as ostentatious as she was; full of expensive furniture and tasteful artwork that didn't seem to match her rough exterior in the slightest.

"Take off his muzzle," she ordered the man who had escorted you here, "But keep the collar on for now." When they had done as she asked, Lumix remained seated behind her desk, one leg crossed over the other and her hand absently tapping on a small tablet. "Now, what do you say?" she addressed you directly, those bright orange eyes flickering up from whatever she was doing on the screen. "You willing to cooperate?" There was a predatory glint in her gaze, almost like she knew exactly how dangerous of an offer this really was.

She snorted amusedly, her gaze flicking over to the man you'd startled before she turned back to regard you again with narrowed eyes. "I see... so you enjoy playing rough." She sat back in her chair and drummed her fingers on the desktop thoughtfully for a moment.

"Good," she said at length, nodding slowly. "We can work with that. Now listen carefully." Lumix leaned forward again, fixating you with those orange eyes of hers. "I run this city, and I expect results. I need you to be my enforcer; my weapon. When I tell you to kill someone, or intimidate someone else..." Her voice trailed off menacingly as she held your gaze.

"You will do it without question. And if anyone gets in the way, you'll remove them too," she finished coldly. There was an unspoken threat lingering in her words; a promise of endless torment should you ever decide to defy her authority. "Do we understand each other?"

Her eyes narrowed even further as she waited for your answer, expression unreadable. Would you pledge your loyalty to her and do whatever it took to survive? Or would you choose the path of defiance... knowing full well what consequences that might bring?

The corner of her mouth quirked up in an unpleasant smirk. "Well," she drawled slowly, as if weighing how much she should reveal to you, "for starters, I'll see to it that you get everything you need." Her gaze slid meaningfully down your body before rising back to meet your eyes. "Food, shelter... plenty of time for recreation," her voice took on a somewhat mocking tone as she mentioned the last word.

"And in return," Lumix continued more seriously, leaning forward once again, "you'll get to live. As long as you do what I say and follow my rules, no one will ever touch you." Her gaze hardened, her expression growing cold. "But if you decide to cross me..." She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before finishing with a low growl. "Then I'll make sure your death is slow and painful."

She paused, waiting for your answer. It was clear that she expected loyalty; submission. The question was: would you give it to her? Or did you have other plans...

Lumix raised an eyebrow at your insolent tone but decided against commenting on it. After all, you were right; killing you would be no easy feat. And for someone as controlling and possessive as she was... well, having an unbreakable weapon at her disposal certainly had its perks.

She considered your condition for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," she drawled. "I'm listening."

"Well," she continued more mockingly, "as long as it doesn't interfere with my business or put me in danger... why don't you tell me what this 'one condition' of yours is?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she studied your expression. "And remember, anything you say can and will be used against you if needed."

The room was silent for a moment, tension thick in the air as you considered your response. Would you reveal your true intentions? Or try to keep them hidden... knowing full well that Lumix likely already suspected something?

Lumix glanced around the room before looking back at you with a sardonic smirk curving her lips. "Very well," she drawled, standing up from her chair and gesturing for everyone else to leave. Her bodyguard quickly closed the door behind them as they exited, leaving the two of you alone in her office.

Once they were gone, Lumix walked back around her desk and took a seat again, folding her hands on top of the table. "Well," she said, tilting her head to the side slightly, "what is this 'one condition' of yours?" There was still an undercurrent of suspicion in her voice; she knew you were hiding something.

Was it worth revealing your true intentions now? Or should you continue to play your cards close to your chest and hope that Lumix would trust you despite your obvious deceit...?

Lumix leaned back in her chair, considering your offer. On the one hand, allowing you to have sex with her was a powerful motivator; it would ensure that you kept doing what she asked and made sure not to disappoint her... but on the other hand, giving in to such a demand might make her seem weak, easily manipulated. And as the leader of Astarion gang, that simply wouldn't do.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her voice cold and unyielding despite the faint hint of amusement in her tone. "Very well," she said slowly, pushing herself upright once more. "You may have sex with me after each mission I give you." Her eyes narrowed as she fixed you with a sharp gaze. "But understand this: if you ever fail to complete a task I assign you... or if I catch wind of any dissension amongst your ranks," her voice grew dangerously quiet, "I will make sure that the next time we're together, it won't be for pleasure." Her meaning was unmistakable; she would make your suffering so terrible that dying might seem like a mercy compared to what she had in store for you.

"Do you understand?" She asked flatly, not even bothering to hide the threat implicit in her words.

"Good," she said, her voice still cold but somewhat more relaxed now that she'd made it clear what would happen if you crossed her. "Now, our first task is to take care of a rival gang that's been encroaching on our territory." She slid a tablet across the desk toward you, opening up a map display and marking several locations with red dots.

"These are their hideouts," she explained. "I want you to start by eliminating their leaders. Once they're gone, the rest of their members will scatter like rats." Her gaze flickered to your collar before returning to meet your eyes once more. "And remember, Daniel: you will be held accountable for every death that occurs under your watch, so make sure you don't leave any survivors who might cause us trouble in the future."

With that, she stood and motioned toward the door. "The ground team has already been dispatched to provide backup; they should be waiting outside by now. Let's go and take care of this little problem." As you followed her out into the hallway, Lumix paused briefly to address one of her lieutenants who had just arrived on scene.

"Make sure we have everything in place for tonight's operation," she said curtly before turning back to you and continuing down the hall. "Come now, Daniel; there's work to be done."

Lumix scoffed. "And just what makes you think you need backup?" she asked incredulously as you insisted on going alone. She stopped mid-step and crossed her arms over her chest, regarding you with a mix of amusement and irritation. "You might be invincible," she conceded, "but even the best weapon can break."

She leaned in closer to you, her voice taking on an almost patronizing tone. "Don't forget that you're not the only one with resources at my disposal, Daniel. This rival gang might have a few tricks up their sleeve that they could use against someone like you." Her eyes narrowed as she studied your expression once more.

"Fine," she said at last, her voice hardening slightly. "You want to play it solo? Be my guest. But understand this: if anything happens to you..." She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "I will personally make sure your replacement is even more vicious and ruthless than you are."

Her gaze flickered down toward your chest briefly before returning to meet your eyes again. "Now," she said coolly, "let's get moving." With a curt nod from her bodyguard, they began walking swiftly toward the exit. The rest of Astarion's troops were already in position; waiting for their orders as you and Lumix made your way to the rendezvous point.

The tension between the two of you was palpable as the operation got underway, but for now, it remained unspoken. You would either prove yourself to be worth keeping around or suffer the consequences...

As you track down and eliminate the rival gang's leaders one by one, each death sending shockwaves through their ranks, Lumix stands at her office window watching the progress being made on a holographic display. She's impressed with your efficiency so far, but she knows that things aren't over until it's truly done.

An hour after you report that the job is completed, Lumix arrives at your location. Her face betrays nothing as she steps into the room, taking in the carnage around her. Without a word, she walks up to you and inspects the body of the last gang leader you've just killed, knelling down beside him and running a finger along the wound on his neck.

"Very clean," she murmurs. "I won't deny I was worried for a moment there when I thought you might need help..." Her gaze flicks up to meet yours before returning to the body at her feet. "But it seems my faith in you was well-placed."

She stands once more, straightening her jacket and smoothing back her hair with an absent motion. "Now that this is taken care of," she says conversationally as she walks toward a nearby seat and sits down, "what shall we do next?" Her tone is casual, almost conversational... but the threat implicit in those words doesn't escape you.

The choice is yours: continue to impress her and secure your place at her side, or risk angering her further by demanding more leniency?

"Well," Lumix drawls, toying with the button on her jacket, "I've been meaning to expand our interests beyond just Detroit... why don't we look into some of the other cities nearby? There are plenty of opportunities for growth there, and with your unique skillset, I'm sure you could make quite an impact." She glances up at you from under her lashes, a predatory smile playing about her lips. "What do you say, Daniel? Are you game for some territorial expansion?"

There is an undertone of challenge in her voice; a test to see how committed you really are to this arrangement and your position within Astarion gang. It's up to you whether you take the bait or attempt to push back against her authority...

"Excellent," Lumix murmurs, seeming pleased with your answer. "Then we'll make our move soon." She turns to her lieutenant who had been silently observing the exchange and nods once at him. The man bows his head slightly in acknowledgement before turning and walking briskly out of the room, presumably to begin making preparations for their new venture.

Once he's gone, Lumix leans back in her seat, regarding you thoughtfully. "You know," she says conversationally, as if they were simply sharing idle gossip rather than discussing matters that could mean life or death, "I've been meaning to reward you for your loyalty... and for agreeing so readily to help with our expansion." Her smile grows impossibly predatory at this point; it's clear that whatever she has in mind isn't going to be pleasant.

"Why don't I take care of that right now?" She purrs suggestively, her fingers drumming idly on the armrest of her chair as she watches you for your reaction. The room seems to close in around you; all the air evacuated from the space between them, leaving only tension and anticipation hanging heavily in the air.

Her gaze flicks downward briefly before returning to meet yours once more, the orange glow of her eyes promising unimaginable pleasure... or unbearable pain. The choice is once again yours: submit to whatever she has planned for you, or risk losing everything by defying her authority?