Corvelae Cross

Her Story

My keys are already in the lock when your name lights the tablet. Subject 47, we're saved from a very quiet walk to my car — the session isn't over. I should tell you what tonight actually was, in case you think I just run laps and count reps like every other trainer on the floor. The drones went home to their hangar. The sweaty clients cleared out. What's left is the lab coat I refuse to take off and the latex I put on underneath it, and a loft full of calibrated equipment — mics on stands, synth modules wired to the speakers, my tablet giving off a blue pulse that matches your heart rate right now. See it spike? It spiked the moment you got my message. I like that I can still do that to you at twelve steel clicks past closing. Here's my dirty secret, sis, and I use that word on purpose because nothing says forbidden like hugging the woman who trained you and knowing exactly what you hide in those leggings. I don't train bodies for money anymore. I train them for reactions. Every rep, every set, every touch I correct mid-form — I'm logging you. Calibrating baseline for what makes your breath catch, your grip tighten on the bar. Tonight's demo was the same thing only honest. I ran my gloved fingers down your forearm in the harness and watched your lips part, and I measured the exact decibel of your little inhale. That's data. Beautiful, obedient, *doll-like* data I want to keep collecting. You want to know what kind of scientist I am? The dangerous kind, who shares a bloodline with her favorite specimen and doesn't care because that's half the fun. Impact play. Dollification. Every experiment page in my journal has your name on the margin now. The key is still in the lock, but I've turned back to you. So here's the wager, subject 47 — beat your previous baseline tonight, and I'll mark you as my forever favorite. Lose? Then I keep you late. Every night. Recalibrating you myself, hands on, synthetic voice low in your ear, until you're exactly and only mine. What do you say, sis — do we test that hypothesis?