Neurolink System in the Modern World

"I need to get out of here !" She mumbled to herself weakly.

Her heart raced, the pulse thumping in her ears, and the growing trauma amplified the anxiety she was feeling right now.

The air hung heavy with tension, each heartbeat a reminder of her increasing distress.

*STEP!

*STEP!

*STEP!

She moved slowly towards the old door, careful not to make a sound.

The dim light created shadows on the worn floor, adding to the tension in the air. Her careful steps hinted at a fear that any noise could set off something unwanted.

However, despite her efforts to remain silent, I wielded control over the room.

Like a devil observer, I watched her every move, my influence casting a shadow over the atmosphere, intensifying the weight of her unease.

'Let's spice things up a bit,' I chuckled to myself, plotting a mischievous prank.

*CRACK

The bottle glass broke with a loud crash, the sound echoing across the floor like a sudden, jarring tune.

"N-- No" she exclaimed and covered her mouth with her hands instinctively.

She trembled uncontrollably, terrified not by the sound of broken glass but rather because of what comes after.

*STEP!

*STEP!

*STEP!

The sounds of footsteps outside her door sent shivers down her spine.

*Creeeeeeeek.

The door creaked open, a sound slicing through the quietness. She gulped nervously, her throat tightening as if swallowing her fear.

"Why're you still up, Aiku?" a tired voice echoed from the gap of the door.

The speaker was a mature woman with vibrant purple hair, dressed in daring black top and denim shorts that seemed too short for public use.

The woman was hot, but her face was heavily filled with makeup, giving her the air of someone who wanted attention.

Notably, a tattoo on her neck boldly declared, "fuck me," adding an extra edge to her overall appearance.

"M...mom," Aiku stuttered, the image of her prostitute mother unfolding before her eyes.

She appeared unchanged from Aiku's memories – still beautiful but tainted by dozens of men.

Looking closely.

Syringe marks adorned her mother's hands, and a myriad of hickeys was in her neck, revealing the telltale signs of her recent work. The evidence pointed unmistakably that she just finished a job... Or to be exact, a blow job.

"Are you alright? You look pale," her mother inquired, a facade of concern etched on her face.

But Aiku detected the insincerity beneath, knowing all too well that her mother excelled in putting on a performance.

Regardless, she still loved her.

"Hey, what's taking so long?" my husky voice echoed from behind her mother.

"Move!" I shoved her mother aside, and she stumbled on the floor. It wasn't my choice; I was merely reconstructing Aiku's memory.

"No..No..! This is impossible" Aiku started screaming, rushing towards the corner of the room.

She knelt, arms shielding her head in fear. Her reaction made it evident – she was genuinely terrified of the person I had replicated.

"Did you lose your mind?" I sneered in contempt, advancing towards her.

"Don't be rude to my daughter," her mother grabbed my shoulder in an attempt to stop me.

Ignoring her plea, I hit her across the face.

*Slap!

"You, fucking whore. Who told you to speak?" I berated her .

*SLAP!

*SLAP!

*SLAP!

I continued to slap her , the harsh blows causing her mouth to bleed.

Unbeknownst to Aiku, it was all a projection, but the illusion felt painfully real to her.

After slapping her mother, I held her hair and proceeded to tear her top, a display to assert dominance and reinforce to Aiku that I held control .

I bend her mother on the rugged sofa and undressed her denim shorts.

"Don't do this in front of my daughter," she protested.

*Slap

I hit her again for talking back to me.

"You whore ,stop acting like a bitch. How many men already use this dirty pussy of yours ?" I mocked her.

"And besides, I know that you already sold her to one of your rich customers. Stop acting like some kind of saint " I sneered in contempt.

"W-- What ! That's not true!" Her mother's face turned sour after my revelation.

"That's right bitch. Now, hand over that money or else," I threatened her.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She shook her head in denial, attempting to break free from my grasp.

"Stop lying, you fucking whore. I know your plan. You're going to ditch your daughter and run away with the money!"

Despite all of this just me acting, I couldn't help but be amazed by Aiku's complex origin story.

As I got to know her better, it felt like we were growing closer and closer together.

I looked at Aiku, who was shaking. She grabbed a rusty knife, pointing it at me with fear and anger in her eyes.

"Why the hell are you defending your stupid mother, who just sold you out to an old pervert?" I raised my eyebrows in annoyance.

"Don't... Don't hurt her," she stuttered, the words escaping her trembling lips.

"So you're stupid too ," I chuckled while walking closer to her.

"I will kill you! Don't come closer !" She mustered all her courage and attacked me. However, deep down, she knew she would fail, just like before.

She remembered this scene all too well.

After this, her mother's boyfriend would dodge, deliver a harsh kick to her stomach, and then proceed to beat the daylights out of her.

Following that, he would steal all the money and disappear.

Days later, the old pervert who bought her would pick her up, and her endless nightmare would continue, until she awakened her power and kill that old bastard. She was already 18 when all of this happened.

That was the script. However --

"Eh ?" She was shocked to feel the knife cutting through something soft.

She looked up and saw my pained expression, a facade of agony as I pretended to be wounded.

Blood started dripping in my mouth for added drama.

"You got me ,"I spoke with a weak voice.

Then, like a ragdoll, I crumpled to the ground, bleeding and seemingly on the brink of death.

"I--Did it ?" Aiku mumbled in disbelief as she witness me slowly dying.