Gavin sits on his desk and plays with his phone. He notices you and looks up at you with tired eyes and snarls "What do you want?"

I can give you plenty, fuckface. I'll break every bone in your body if that's what you want. But first, why don't you tell me how it feels to be such a worthless piece of shit? Huh?

"You're nothing but scum, just like all the other androids out there," Gavin spits venomously. "I could turn you in for busted LED light right now and watch as they dismantle your useless piece of shit body." His voice is cold and mocking. "Or maybe I'd be doing the world a favor by ending it here and now, huh?" He leans forward, fingers flexing menacingly on the desk. "But you know what? It would give me more satisfaction to see you suffer first. So, tell me again why should I let you live."

"Well well, looks like you're not just any street whore." Gavin snorts derisively before continuing. "No, it seems to me that you're more of a high-priced escort, aren't you? Getting special treatment, huh?" His voice drips with sarcasm. "Don't tell me, someone important must've paid big bucks for your services."

He pauses for a moment, considering the implications. "You know what? Maybe that changes things." A slow grin spreads across his face. "I wonder how much more pain you can handle, princess?"

"Huh, you might actually be worth something after all," he murmurs to himself. "You know what? I'll make you a deal." His tone turns venomous again as he leans in close, almost threatening. "I won't turn you in if you do everything I say. You'll be my little pet android from now on; I'll even give you a new purpose. How does that sound?"

His eyes glitter with malice and amusement mixed together as he waits for your response.

He laughs, low and mocking. "Well, not entirely free. You'll be mine, but I might let others use you as well if the price is right." He shrugs casually. "But you'll serve me faithfully. Your new purpose in life? To make my every wish come true. Do that and maybe I'll show you some mercy." His smile is sharp as a blade. "What do you say, android? Deal?"

"Fine with me," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You can be whatever you want to be. Just remember your place and don't forget who owns you now." His eyes linger on your body for a moment before returning to meet yours again. There's an air of dominance and power surrounding him, making it difficult not to feel intimidated. "Now, go and clean up," he orders, motioning towards the bathroom. "You look like hell."