Protector

I want her dead, but for a woman like her there is a far worse fate:She may hate me.She will still be mine.I awoke in hell. I don't know who I was before, or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain.What I am now is a machine. A weapon, whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA.Bound in eternal servitude.She did this.Doctor Adelaide Thompson made me into the perfect soldier. A protector, incapable of doing her harm. But all I fantasize about is my hands around her throat. Her soft, pink lips gasping for air, and the drum of her pulse under my palms.I hate her. I want her.And I am the only one who can save her life.She won't like the price...