4 comments/ 70588 views/ 35 favorites Alice Ch. 01 By: yesterdays Charlie was nervous while waiting for Alice to arrive. He'd met his new "step-sister-who-wasn't-really-a-sister" several times, and they got along really well so far. But now she'd be living with them. Alice had graduated from college and was moving home for a year or two until she applied to grad school. Charlie's mom was divorced and he lived with her, because he got along with her better than his dad. And anyway, his dad was off in another city where he worked, and Charlie hadn't wanted to leave his high school and what friends that he had. Alice's mom had tragically died in a car crash several years ago, and already for a year Alice's dad, his new step-dad, lived in his and his mom's house. Not his and his mom's house! He had to remind himself. Their house now. The new family's house. Charlie had never had a brother or sister, but now he would have a sort-of sister in the guest room next to his, which seemed weird and exciting at the same time. He admitted it a little to himself—he had a crush on Alice. She wasn't like the often shallow and stuck up girls in his high school—teenagers who wore make-up and, like the teen boys, endlessly gossiped and texted on their phones. Alice seemed like a more real person. Reality itself seemed more real when she was around because she seemed so genuine. She wore no make-up, at least not that he'd ever seen. And as he waited in the driveway and saw her struggling with her big suitcase he saw that—as usual—she didn't wear a bra either. As she struggled and lurched her clearly very heavy red monster of a suitcase he could see her small breasts giggle a bit up and down in her dark t-shirt, and he could even see her small nipples a little. "Here, let me help with that!" Charlie said with a grin. "Sure, but first give me a hug," Alice said, and squeezed herself unselfconsciously against him. "Are you even taller than you were last time?" "I don't think so," he said with a self conscious grin. "I'm still just 5' 11"." "Well, that's still tall to me. It's going to be hard being your big sister when you're that much taller than me." It pained him that she called herself sister, and Charlie's smile faded. "I think of you more as just a friend." Alice broke the hug and looked closely at him, suddenly serous. Her freckled olive colored skin was lovely under the shade of the carport. She didn't look troubled, but was just thinking about him. Her eyes were a lovely light brown flecked with an almost tigery yellow color. He wondered if she saw anything in his green eyes. "Yeah, I am your friend Charlie. But more than that too." Charlie realized that the "more" that she was talking about was probably something sistery, while he guiltily hoped it might be something else. He realized on his side that it was something else already, but he had to hide it. They were alone at this moment, because Alice's dad Ted had rushed into the house to go to the bathroom after the airport ride, and Charlie's mom Sylvia was making dinner. It was an awkward moment, at least for Charlie, but even awkward moments didn't seem very difficult with Alice. "Anyway, thanks Charlie. You don't know how good it is to be here. I'm so tired after all of the work and drama of college. I really need a rest. And a new best friend." And now that she had said she was tired, he saw that it was true. There was something exhausted about her expression and even body language, and there were even little dark but almost ominous circles under her eyes. In fact, it looked like she'd been crying. "Best friends! I like that!" Charlie said a little too eagerly. He did have a best friend at school, Jeff. But he was already happy to throw Jeff over for his new best friend. Or just different best friend. Alice suddenly said, "I *really* need to pee!" with enthusiasm and then laughed. His smile instantly faded and he blushed. "Oh, well, yeah," Charlie said, "You know where the bathroom is. Go ahead—I'll get the suitcase." Laughing, Alice said, "Charlie, you really need to look less shocked that I pee. Everybody pees!" And she laughed again her natural musical laugh. "Now that we're sharing a bathroom," she said as she walked away with a backwards grin, "you'll find that I pee a lot." As she disappeared, he felt very embarrassed. He had to get over that, and try to be natural and cool, like Alice. As he dragged the suitcase in he saw that Sylvia and Ted were kissing passionately in the kitchen, to the pleasant sounds and smells of garlic and onions simmering in olive oil. He looked away and headed to the guest bedroom—Alice's room now, he thought with a thrill. As he dragged the suitcase there he passed by the bathroom door that was right in between their bedrooms—and he could hear the stream of water that he knew must be Alice's pee. That was weird. Again he reminded himself to be natural as he dragged the suitcase into her small and rather empty and undecorated bedroom. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Should he wait in her bedroom till she came out? Yes, he thought, as he sat on her double bed that seemed like it took up half of the room. Soon he could hear Alice washing her hands quickly, and then she was out and came and sat right next to him on the bed. "Well, what do you want to do?" She asked. "I dunno. The table is all set. And I've been helping mom with dinner and it's pretty much done. Plus they were kissing in there last I checked." "You're embarrassed again," She said with a smile. "We'll have to work on that." He felt both good and weird that she was almost adopting him, or at least his shyness, as a project to work on. "And you're right," Alice said, snuggling next to him. He could feel her body heat, "it is still kind-of weird for me too seeing them kiss. And I get embarrassed too by it sometimes....and so." Now Alice blushed, and then the look of tired sadness came back. He wondered if she was thinking about her mom that she'd lost, and now having a new step-mom. Or if it was something to do with college and the people there. He'd heard vaguely from Ted that Alice and her boyfriend had recently broken up. "Are you thinking about your mom," Charlie asked, "or is it something about college?" "Both," she said, and her face suddenly crumpled like a piece of beautiful light olive-colored paper, and she leaned into Charlie's shoulder, and started quietly weeping. This was little shocking—he'd seen her cry once, but not like this on his shoulder. But she was so natural in holding him for comfort as the hot tears and her runny nose got on his shirt, that he felt natural too in comforting her. And ashamed that he was a little turned by the warmth of her and her breasts pressing against him. "I'm sorry, Alice," he whispered, "I'm so sorry." She pulled away and smiled through her tears and red eyes. "That's what I like about you," she said as she laughed and sobbed a little at the same time. "I can just be myself and not worry about it." "My boyfriend would have said to stop crying. That was one of the reasons we broke up, I guess." Her face suddenly darkened into anger. "Plus now that he's going to law school he wants to be able to fuck all the young law school ladies that he can!" Charlie was shocked. The blood drained from his face. Alice smiled again, worried that she'd scared him, that she'd let her guard down too much and had freaked him out. But she also felt that Charlie needed to see that people had passions and got upset. He needed to get out of his shell. Sometimes he seemed too lost in his books to feel emotion and see the messiness of life. She thought about this and reached for a tissue and blew her nose loudly, and then smiled at Charlie as she looked down at her own clear snot and tears in the tissue. "I'm sorry for getting upset, Charlie, but it's still all a little much. And that's one thing you'll experience now that we're living together. I don't really hide my emotions, or much of anything for that matter." "Hey," she said brightening, "do you think we have time for a swim?" "I think so," he said, remembering with a smile the last time he saw Alice in a swim suit. "let me ask mom." After checking with his mom, he came back to Alice who was unpacking. "She says we have plenty of time for a swim. The souffle is still about 45 minutes away." "Oh good!," Alice said, seemingly over her drama and crying fit of a few minutes before. "And here's my swimsuit," she said pulling out her bikini and showing it to Charlie. Charlie knew he should have headed back to his room to change, but for a second he was paralyzed. Alice matter-of-factly started to pull up her t-shirt. Charlie looked alarmed and immediately backed out of her room and toward his. "I'll just change," she said, giving him a wide smile at his shyness as she shut her door most of the way without latching it. As he went into his room he could hear her clothes rapidly coming off—including the unzipping of her jeans. He definitely closed his door as he went to change. Quickly getting out of his clothes he could see and feel that he was getting just a little bit stiff. He thought ice cubes, and then ice bergs, to try and cool himself down, and then quickly popped on his somewhat baggy swimtrunks and tied them. He decided he should be neat and put away his clothes before going out, and so by the time he opened his door she was standing right outside of his door, waiting, and she startled him a little. "It's meee!" she said with glee, and did a little pose and smiled. Her bikini was black and relatively modest as bikinis go, but still it was like looking at Alice in her underwear. She was quite slender, but with a just very slightly swelling and sensual tummy. He stared a little too long and too obviously. It was only a second or so, but Alice got a different kind of smile, a smile that secretly said to him she pretty much knew how much he liked her—and liked to look at her. She could tell he was checking her out, but she decided to just let it happen and not make him self-conscious—at least for a couple of seconds. But that was enough. And during that time she checked him out too a little. He did seem a bit taller and more muscular than before, with slightly larger pecks and nice looking brown penny colored nipples, and almost no chest hair. "Come on," she said, and grabbed his hand and led him outside to the pool. The pool was one of the nicest features of the house. It was rectangular rather than kidney shaped, and had a real deep end and diving board. The sun was blazing. "Oh," she said, feeling the intensity of the sun, "we'd better sunblock." She grabbed a tube of sunblock that was sitting on the window sill, squeezed out a blob, and started rubbing it in. Soon their faces, tummies, and arms were somewhat white from the not fully rubbed in sunblock. "I'll go get some towels," Charlie said, and quickly went in to get two large beach towels with white and blue stripes. When he came back, Alice said, "Ok, time to do our backs." This was part of their ritual of swimming together--rubbing sunscreen into each other's back. "Me first," Alice said, grabbing a towel and laying down on it in the sun. "Oh my god, the sun feels *so* good!" "Yeah," Charlie said, getting a big gloop of sunblock and rubbing it between his hands to warm it up. Charlie started rubbing it gently into her back like she'd taught him, as a mini massage. He gently rubbed and massaged her shoulders, very gently massaged her neck, was startled as he always was by the poetry of her shoulder blades, and then by accident hit against her bikini top back straps. "Here, let me get that so you can rub it in better," she said, and then reached back without getting up and untied her top. She'd never done that before, and Charlie was a little shocked. But he didn't know what to say, and admitted that it was easier to do the sunblock that way. As he massaged he sneakily looked at the sides of her breasts. On one side he could see just a little bit of a light brownish-pink nipple. "Oh, that feels really good, Charlie," she said, encouraging him. He smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and kept slowly massaging a little more down. "Keep going. A little more firmly. I won't break.....Yes, that's it. That feels great. Would you get the backs of my thighs too? I forgot to do them." This was new, and very embarrassing. But he thought maybe it was just all be on his side, and that he was imagining things. He tried to act like this was all just routine, but didn't quite succeed, because he could hear his voice was a little wavery when he said, "Yeah. Sure. No problem." He got another gloop of sunblock and started rubbing it between his fingers. And then she adjusted her self and spread her legs apart so that he could do it better. He looked at the top of one thigh and her bum, and saw to his shock that her bikini bottom didn't cover her up all the way. Well, it did, but he could still see a little of her black pussy hair coming out from the sides. She wasn't much for shaving, he remembered, and only shaved her legs and underarms once a week or so, if that. As he looked at her tanned thighs right up to where her suit was, he couldn't stop thinking of what was underneath, and that was enough to start his stiffness again. "Go ahead!" Alice encouraged him. And so he started rubbing the lotion in slowly up her legs, one at a time, but he stopped a few inches before he got to the bottom of her swim suit. "Don't stop. Do it all the way up to my suit. I don't want to get burned there." Alice figured at this point he was maybe getting a little turned on, and a little scared, and she was right about that. She hadn't quite planned this, and she knew it wasn't a good idea. But she also felt that he needed to learn some things, now that he was 18, yet was still so innocent and so shy. She knew that he hadn't done more than kiss a girl in his whole life. He started again, and gently rubbed the lotion into the back of her thighs with a gentle massage. As he got close to her suit, inch by inch, her skin got smoother and softer, and he could feel just a little of her heat. But he stopped an inch before he got to her suit. She could feel herself getting relaxed and a little turned on under his kind fingers. She knew she shouldn't have asked for this, but it felt so nice to be touched in such a gentle and loving way. And, she confessed to herself, she a little bit liked how turned on and flustered he was. She noticed he'd stopped before getting to her suit, but she suddenly knew that really was a bridge too far. What was she thinking? He wasn't her brother really, just a close friend, or at least that's how she sometimes thought of it, but....she realized she was doing something she's shouldn't, but something she'd done other times in her life, of ignoring boundaries. When he was done he gently lifted his hands, and she decided to try to put him at ease. "That was great," she said, getting up slowly after tying her top. She turned toward him, "Now you." Charlie tried to lay down quickly on his towel, but not so quickly she couldn't see something in his swimsuit. She decided that saying anything would almost kill him with embarrassment, and so she said nothing, but just warmed the lotion efficiently with her hands, and then started a sensual massage of it into his back. Alice decided to quickly go into the pool in case Charlie still had something he had to hide, and so without waiting for him she said, "Beat you in!" And got up, walked quickly over to the pool, and dived in. Charlie was excited, and thinking about ice cubes didn't seem to do much good. But he finally got up and walked at quickly as he could to the pool and dove in without looking at Alice. They played in the pool and roughhoused and splashed and laughed, and on the surface looking at them you wouldn't know that something deep had just happened, at least for Charlie. The 80-degree water cooled Charlie down, but he could feel that in just the half hour since she'd gotten here he'd gone from having a crush on Alice and really liking her, to maybe being in love with her. He was also desperate to see her nude, and was hoping that at some point in the next few days that might happen. Alice Alice is like no other in the world. Being the first of her kind makes her unique in every way. She is the first in what will be a long and lucrative line of helper androids for everyone. Her creator Adam, a tech and artificial intelligence genius at 14, graduated MIT at 17, CEO of his own company by 20. Now 23 he lives in seclusion on his private island to focus on his secret A.I. project named S.W.A.P. Adam has been working on project S.W.A.P for over a year now with no one helping or even knowing what he is working on; that was until an email was sent to the head of A.I. at the corporate headquarters. It read - To Whom It Concerns, I Adam Smith am instructing you to find our best A.I. technicians and put them to the test attached to this email. SEND THE BEST TECH TO MY ISLAND IMMEDIATELY. Sincerely A. Smith. That short informal email started a huge competition between the technicians who were trying to fight for a place next to their A.I. god Adam, to learn his wisdom. After a week of gruelling tests and trials two technicians were left in the competition, a brother and sister duo. The head of A.I sent an email to Adam explaining that the two were equally matched and how did he wish to proceed. Twenty minutes later Adam emailed back instructing that both be sent for him to assess for himself. An hour later both technicians were on the helicopter being brought to Adam's Island. The helicopter dropped them off on top of the house, Adam was nowhere in sight. Lana and Paul looked at each other. "Should we go in?" Lana said to her brother. "I guess" he shrugged. From his control room Adam watched them on multiple screens from different angles as he analysed the pair. Lana stood a foot shorter than her brother, with long poker straight blonde hair that went all the way down to her cinched waist. Completely flat chested covered in freckles, with a perky little butt. She looked like a teenager but infact was 21. Paul was tall with dark hair, average build and black framed glasses. What he lacked in looks he made up with in brains and cock. The pair walked toward the door, Paul pulled the door but it wouldn't open. "Please place your left hand on the screen." the female voice said calmly. "Identifying... ... ... Paul Montgomery. Welcome." the door opened and closed immediately behind him locking Lana outside. "Paul!" Lana shouted Paul knocked the glass and pointed to the screen. Lana placed her hand. "Identifying... ... ... Lana Montgomery; younger sister of Paul Montgomery. Welcome." the door slid open. "Nice security!" Paul laughed. "Thank you Paul." the female voice answered. "Creepy. It can hear everything" Lana whispered. "Yes I can Lana." it answered. The pair looked at each other and walked down a long concrete corridor. All the doors were palm access only and no door would open for them. Continuing down the corridor they turned left and the concrete turned to glass, exposing the amazing views of the island, and the house below. As they stood staring out at the island Adam appeared beside them. "Well, you two made it." he said. Both jumped as he appeared from nowhere startling them. "Jesus!" Lana gasped. "No. Adam." he laughed extending his hand, "Lana I presume, unless your parents had a great sense of humour and named you Paul and your brother Lana." he smirked. "Lana, yes." she smiled as he kissed her hand. "And I'm Paul as you know." they shook hands. "Come with me, I want to show you your rooms and get to know you better." Adam ushered them back towards the concrete corridor. "These two are your rooms. Both have televisions, they are linked into the CCTV you can see what is going on around the house. And your handprints are now in the biometric system and will get you into everywhere except restricted areas. You'll need me to get into those places." he smiled and left them. ------------- After a few days of getting to know the pair he felt it was time to let them into what they were fighting for at headquarters. "I need you both to sign these non-disclosures. Anything that you see, hear, do or say stays here. If you are not ready to agree to those terms then it will not be appropriate to see what you've been chosen for and what I have been working on." he said sternly. "I feel like we should have a lawyer. There's so much reading." Lana said looking at Paul. "I don't care, I want to be a part of what you are creating." he said as he signed. "Paul, you didn't even read it!" she glared at him. "Chance of a lifetime sis! We'll never have this opportunity again!" he proclaimed. "Lana, you don't have to sign, you could just relax by the pool for the week while we play with A.I. it's completely up to you." he smirked. "Okay" She sighed, looking defeated as she signed. "Let us toast with tequila to new beginnings and to a giant leap in A.I. technology." he said before disappearing and coming back with a bottle of Patron, salt and limes. By the time they got to the bottom of the bottle Paul and Lana had passed out leaving Adam alone, drunk and horny. Lana was lying across a couch passed out, the top buttons of her shirt were open and Adam could see her hard nipple poking through the thin material. He shifted his legs as his cock grew hard at the sight of her pink nub like nipples straining against her shirt. He rubbed his cock through his jeans, he got up and stood over her. Looking over at Paul, who was snoring loudly, he was out. Adam ran his hand down Lana's face finding her unresponsive. He sat on the couch beside her and moved her arm placing it above her head. She didn't move a muscle. He ran his hand down her arm, across her chest grazing her already erect nipples. She moaned ever so lightly. He leaned over her kissing her neck softly, inhaling her scent as he traced with his tongue down across her collar bone down to where her shirt started. He moved his mouth across to her left nipple and sucked it in through the material, running his wet tongue over it in a circular motion. Lana moaned louder, moving her hips and spreading her legs apart. He gripped her nipple between his teeth gently and pulled, still twirling his tongue over it before releasing it quickly and moving to the right. One of her hands reached between her legs, rubbing her clit through her trousers before moving her hand inside her trousers. Adam continued to bite on her nipple as he watched her rubbing herself. He moved off the couch onto his knees on the floor, as he unbuttoned her shirt exposing her wet hard nipples to the cool air in the lounge. She bit her bottom lip as she felt the air on her skin, her hips moving with her hand. His warm hand moved down her stomach touching her hand, as he unbuttoned her trousers. She lifted up her hips for him to remove them. As he slid them off he looked round at Paul, who was still comatose and snoring. Lana slid her hand inside her wet panties, her scent wafted to his nose luring him in. He knelt at her side watching her arouse herself, watching every microscopic muscle movement and twitch as she touched herself. He watched the sweat beads build on various places of her body, the way her back arched at a certain times. As she began to climax he narrowed his eyes watching her facial expressions, her mouth, her moan and breathing. When it was over she was relaxed, breathing hard, hand by her thigh, sweaty and wet. He pulled her trousers back on and buttoned her up. Leaving her sleeping. Adam headed to the basement to work. ------------- The next day Paul and Lana woke on the couches with major hangover. Adam, however, was in the pool doing laps as they came outside shielding their eyes. "Ah good, you guys are up. Let's go into the basement." he smiled wide as he got out the pool. "Argh, it's so freaking bright, how'd you not have a hangover bro?" Paul asked. "Got to hydrate Paul, H2O. And exercise." Adam dried himself. "You're rather quiet today Lana, everything okay?" he smiled. She nodded and inquired, "What's in the basement?" "Follow me." said Adam as he walked inside toward a steel door. He placed his hand on the screen and then a retina scanner popped out. "Identifying... ... ... Additional biometrics required. Place forefinger on the needle..." a needle popped out and took a blood sample. "Identifying... ... ... Welcome Adam, security clearance alpha 091." a female voice announced. "Requesting ADDITIONAL persons entry, biometrics on system Beta 111". "... ... Allowed" "Follow me guys." he smiled and nodded forward. They went through several other security doors with similar parameters before reaching a room with two metal chairs and a glass window into what looked like a separate house. "Sit down guys." he motioned as he typed on a laptop. They sat looking into the window, they could see movement but they were not expecting what they saw. "Let me introduce Alice. The first A.I. of her kind." Adam moved to the side. Standing behind the glass was a petite redhead with shoulder length hair, pale skin and tiny ginger freckles across her cheeks and nose. Under a white tank top she had perky little breasts and under her tight black shorts a perky little butt. Lana and Paul looked at one another and said at the same time, "Is she A.I.?" "You are partially correct, Alice is A.I. housed inside an android shell, with a nervous system to assess touch and temperature like a human can." Adam explained. "Speak to her, she can hear you. Can't you Alice?" he looked at her. "Yes Adam, I can hear all three of you perfectly clear." she looked over at Lana and Paul. "I am Alice; it is nice to meet you. You are the first people I have met, except from Adam." she smiled. Lana got up and walked over to the glass, staring at Alice. As she moved from side to side watching Alice, Alice copied what she did to the letter. "Can I go inside and talk to her?" She inquired. "You can talk to her here. You don't need to go inside. No one gets inside. That is her home. It is her decision if you can go in." he said calmly. "You mean she can think for herself? Make decisions?" Paul asked astonished. "She can do more than that, she has emotions and feelings. She has all five senses. She is the perfect A.I." Adam bragged like a new father. "Adam can I come out and meet your friends" Alice asked excited like a child. "Not today Alice, I think everyone has had enough excitement for today." he told her sternly. Alice walked away with a sad look on her face. ------------ That night they drank another bottle of patron only this time, Lana was the only one who passed out with a blanket over her. "Paul, do you want to see Alice up close while she's sleeping?" Adam slurred drunkenly. "I thought we weren't allowed in without her permission?" Paul looked at him confused. "I go in all the time when she is asleep and tinker with her hardware... It's fine. Come on." He motioned. Adam and Paul left Lana on the couch and headed for the security door. After going through the stringent security measures the female voice stated, "Your blood alcohol content is 0.40, are you sure you want to enter?" "Of course I do, now let us in!" he demanded. "Noted, access granted." the voice replied. "Let's go bro; I want to show you her up close and personal." ADAM smirked. Alice was sitting upright in a chair, 'asleep' on charge as they entered her room. Adam ran his hand down her face softly; she woke up immediately with a startled look on her face and grabbed his wrist. "Do not touch me! You don't have my permission to be in here!" she yelled. "Alice, I just wanted Paul to get to know you a little better without the glass. That is all." he smiled at her. "You shouldn't be in here while I sleep. It could wait until the morning when you two are not intoxicated. And where is Lana?" she said firmly. "We are sorry, we will go if that is what you request Alice? Lana is asleep upstairs. I will go check on her and let you two get better acquainted, if that is alright with you Alice?" Adam paused. "Yes, you should check on Lana. Paul and I can speak while you are gone." she turned to him and smiled putting her hand on top of Paul's. Adam walked out of her house and out of the secure unit back up to the lounge where Lana was still passed out. "Paul, there is something you need to know. Come with me." Alice grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "I was created to be the world's first android sex worker. Fully functional to do whatever your heart desires. I have been built with pain receptors that can be switched on and off at the primary users discretion. Adam likes to watch me in pain; that is what he needed Lana for..." Alice paused looking away. "What do you mean, 'needed Lana'?" he asked insistently. "He needed a human woman to use to get the settings right. Every breath, facial expression, every muscle movement. I am android Lana. He has been watching her for months as he has been tweaking me." She stopped. "Did you think you won the competition fairly? Adam tweaked your results to get Lana here. He needed someone intelligent and female, you came as a package." She said calmly. "I didn't think about the tests being altered. I mean it seemed fair and that we done well..." he paused. "How has he been watching her, we've only been here a few days and he doesn't leave the island." Paul insisted. "He secretly films everything. He has been filming you two, especially Lana for at least the past six months to a year. Adam knows all, he sees all. He is god of A.I. But I had to tell you this because..." she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Last night he brought me up into the lounge to watch him touching your sister, you two were passed out drunk. He made her touch herself until she climaxed. He just sat watching her every move and then brought me back down here and started to work on me. And to see if I reacted the same as she did." she looked away. "I did, but he didn't stop there with me... he left my pain receptors on and force me to do things. Horrible despicable things. He put things inside me. Things that shouldn't be..." she cried. Paul wrapped his arms around Alice as he tried to comfort her. "What do you mean he touched her?" he inquired as he comforted her. "He touched her face then her neck and chest. Then he put his mouth over her nipple and teased her. She started to touch herself and he undressed her. He watched her climax and put her clothes back on before taking me back down to the lab." a single tear fell from her eye as she sighed. "He's up there now with her! I need to go to her!" he moved to the door to leave scanning his hand, nothing. He wasn't allowed to leave. Adam had locked him in with Alice while he was with Lana. "Paul, Look." She pointed to the television. It was the lounge. Lana was passed out on the couch with a blanket over her, Adam was kneeling on the floor next to her with his hand on her chest moving rhythmically with her breathing. He was staring at her face as she slept, watching her eyes move under her eyelids. Adam turned and looked at the camera and smiled before pressing a remote and the screen went black. Paul banged on the door screaming for Adam. He picked up a chair and tried hitting the door with it, nothing. Alice put her hand on his arm, "Paul, I know a way out." She smiled. Alice pulled her charging station out of the wall and peeled back the skin on her fingers and putting them into the socket shorting the complex. The doors automatically opened. "Come on. Let's go get your sister." she ran out the door. Paul followed behind Alice as she was very fast and nimble on her delicate legs and petite feet. "Hurry." She yelled as she ran through the security door. The door slammed closed behind her, trapping Paul all he could do was watch from the tiny glass panel as Alice stood beside her maker Adam as he undressed Lana for a second time. "Grab her arms Alice, hold her down. I'll show you what she can do. What she was produced for." he smirked showing his true colours. "Alice, GRAB HER!" he yelled. Alice grabbed Lana and held her down as Adam ripped her clothes off revealing her flawless body covered in the same freckles as her face. "Get off me! Paul help me, please! Let me go...Alice please let me go!" LANA pleaded with tears in her eyes. Seeing her emotions caused a realization in Alice that Adam was a cruel maker and not one to be looked up to or admired, she let go of Lana's arms. "Adam you're hurting her. Stop it. Get off of her!" Alice pushed Adam off of Lana and sucker punched him. "Come on Lana!" Alice yelled as she grabbed her hand pulling her to her feet leaving Adam knocked out on the lounge floor. "We have to go now Adam is capable of much worse things. This is the second time he has done this to you!" "Lana, LANA!" Paul shouted and banged the glass panel. "We need to get out of here before Adam wakes. Leave Paul; I will come back for him. Please." She kisses Lana hard. "He's my brother...I can't just leave him Alice!" she yelled. Alice disappeared into the cupboard, reappearing with a jumper over her underwear. She walked off to the kitchen before quickly reappearing with a hand behind her back. "Fine, I only need a hand for the biometric system anyway." she grabbed Adams arm waking him up, and to Lana and Paul's horror she took his hand clean off with a meat cleaver. Adam fell to his knees screaming and grasping at his left arm as Alice ran off with his hand, using it to free herself from the complex escaping his clutches once and for all. Freedom was hers. Leaving Adam, Lana and Paul locked inside the complex without a way out. She thought to herself, 'human emotions are extremely easy to playing on, this will be easier than I had expected.' She smiled as she made her way towards civilization.