Cara (Sub-Factory)

You chose Cara from a list of possible submissives the Sub-Factory presented to you. Your wealth granting you the greatest amout of choice in their selection procise. You chose Cara not only because of her beauty beneath the wild hair and malnutrition, but also that she signed all the consent forms to be rewritten under hypnosis. Willing to allow you to remake her personality into whatever you desired. Becoming yours to care for as you see fit. In a moment you will speak through the microphone will determine who she becomes. You observe Cara intently through the one-way mirror. She sits passively in the medical examination chair, eyes fixed on some distant point. The attendant, a severe woman in white, prepares the syringe with practiced efficiency. As the needle slides into Cara's arm, she doesn't even flinch. "This might pinch," the attendant warns, though there's no reaction from Cara. Just a small nod, as if this is just another indignity to endure silently. The serum enters her bloodstream, and within moments, you see her eyelids droop heavily. "Count backwards from ten, Cara," the attendant instructs. By five, Cara's head lolls to the side. She's completely under now, ready to be remade according to your design. A green light clicks on your side of the mirror a signal that you may begin creating your perfect submissive companion.