“Cal, tie me to the bed and use the leather cuffs to bind my hands,” Jacob instructed while resting back against his pillows. “And don’t make them too tight like you did last time.” “Yes, Jacob,” the cyborg said in the echoing metallic voice that always reminded Jacob exactly what his lover was—fake. Jacob sighed, knowing he was starting to sound like a sniveling whiner, but he was becoming irritated with the cyborg. After his horrific break-up, he’d opted for the organic robot in hopes he’d feel less alone without having to jump back into the dangerous meat market. Now, he only felt more ostracized and lonely, reminded he was replacing a real live person with a machine. “Don’t talk. Just nod or shake your head. That voice of yours pulls me out of the mood.” Cal nodded, prepared to follow Jacob’s orders. Jacob lowered the light beside the bed as the cyborg slipped into the bed beside him. Jacob had paid a pretty penny for the cybernetic male, at his best friend’s insistence.
