For a man held at gunpoint, he doesn't seem appropriately concerned. Maybe he thinks I won't do it."Get up." My voice is steadier now that I have the upperhand. Now that the fear and shock has left my body, I'm pissed. I follow him up from the seat, the barrel of the blaster not leaving his stomach for a second."Waiter!" Elias raises his hand, calling over one of the servers. Quickly, I slide the gun overneath his jacket to conceal it. I jab it into his side, and he lets out a sharp oof."Don't even think about it. I'll shoot you dead in front of everyone. They'll drag me out of here in handcuffs, but you'll be dragged out in a body bag."He turns his head around slowly to look at me with mock indigence on his face. The waiter arrives at our table, waiting expectantly. I'm about to tell the server to scram, but Elias speaks before I can."Have these all packed and sent to Nova Heights room 1451. Thanks. We'll pay with room-charge. Take 20% for yourself."The server taps a few buttons on her tablet, then nods, bidding us a good night. His eyes linger on where we're practically joined at the hip. From an outside perspective, I probably look like a possessive girlfriend unable to let go of my boyfriend."How do you know where I live?" My finger aches to pull the trigger, my desire to see him dead is nye overwhelming. "And did you just charge the bill to my room?""Give me your contact information and I'll reimburse you."Is he... trying to be funny?I kick him in the shin. Hard. My foot meets hard steel and I yelp, nearly losing grip of the blaster. His chuckle nearly sends me over the edge, and I grab him by the ear, dragging him out of the club."Yes. Laugh. I hope that was funny enough to last you an entire lifetime of laughter."He doesn't reply, and I'm thankful for it. I swear to the heavens, if he says another word, I'll throw him onto the ground and put holes into him until he resembles swiss cheese. Consequences be damned, I'd gladly spend the rest of my life behind bars.My face is still flaming hot from what I had to do to get the blaster. I should feel disgusted with myself, but I don't. And that makes me murderous. Murderous is fine. Murderous is exactly what I have to be now.No one gives us a second glance as we enter the hotel and up the elevator to my room. With my arms wrapped around his neck and under his jacket, I imagine we look like any other passionate couple.The hallway to my room is empty, thankfully. I nearly trip over the several boxes placed outside my door, trying to use my keycard. Elias raises an eyebrow."Online shopping addiction?""Shut the fuck up." I push the door open, then shove him in. I kick the door closed behind me, raising the gun to his head while I back him into my room. "Get on the bed."I look around my room, and decide there's really no better place to put him. Still keeping my blaster trained on him, I kick several of the countless boxes littering my floor until I find what I'm looking for.It takes longer than I expect to handcuff all his limbs to the bed while keeping him at gunpoint. He doesn't try to fight me. All he does is stare. Stare and stare and stare.When I'm done, he lets out a slow amused breath."At least buy me dinner first-"I fire the blaster into his leg, leaving a huge hole in his thigh and bed. Smoke comes out of sheets and his leg, wires crackling."The room is soundproof, so no one will be coming to save you."I point the barrel of the blaster to his forehead, then pause. Elias is the one handcuffed to my bed, yet I can't help but feel like I'm the one trapped. Everything was too easy. Concerningly easy. He barely gave any fight, if any fight at all. Yet I can't find a single reason as to why he'd willingly let me take his blaster or take him captive.I narrow my eyes, slowly lowering the barrel of the blaster. Perhaps I should call my father first, and ask him what he wants to be done to Elias."You can't kill me.""Is that a challenge? You think I'm afraid?" Death by blaster is too good for him. I toss the gun behind me, and it lands in one of the boxes. I pull out my cleaver. "Buckle the fuck up. You're going to die by kitchen tool."My words don't have their intended effect, and he looks like he's about to burst out laughing. Isn't this guy a robot? What the hell is so funny? I stab him in the other thigh, and he doesn't react, which only serves to piss me off even further."You know you can't kill me," Elias says again. "Do it, and you'll have to spend another two weeks tracking me down. You know better than anyone that we're not human."I bring the cleaver up to his throat, embarrassed at how my hand is shaking. I can't remember ever being this angry, and I want to tear him limb from limb."I know damn well what you are. Don't you dare group me in the likes of you."For a split second, I swear I see something flicker across his face. But it can't be hurt. Because he isn't human and robots don't possess real emotions.His eyes narrow onto mine, and then they go blank. Dark. The change is so sudden, that I nearly fall backwards. His head lulls to the side, and his entire body goes limp. Relief floods my body, along with confusion.But then life returns to his eyes, and he lifts his head."You can remove my head. Throw me into an incinerator. And I'll simply download my consciousness into another body.""You're bluffing," I say, even though I know he's not."Just because I can't die, doesn't mean I want to die," he replies with a laugh. "I really like this current body of mine. It'd be a real shame if you incinerated it."I look down at his current body, his muscular arms, and the six pack peeking out from under his white tunic. Curiously, I poke at his stomach, and he jerks, eyes going wide. He seemed to be made of flesh, but I know if I were to cut him open, I'd find nothing but wire and steel. It's fascinating, how something dead could look so lifelike.I grab him by the arm, and swing my body over his so I'm straddling him. My gun didn't scare him, nor did my cleaver. Yet when I climb on top of him, his face goes stark."Relax, Princess," I say with a roll of my eyes. "I'm not going to violate you. Not that there's anything even worth violating." I start by examining his face, and turning his head side to side, before running my hands down his neck and shoulders."You have to have a power off button somewhere..." I mutter to myself as I search."I already told you. You can't-" his words die, followed by what sounds like a pained groan. I jump off him immediately, because what the fuck? His breathing is erratic, eyes closed, and fists clenched at his side.Was he..? My back touches the opposite wall, and suddenly I feel like the one violated."You're faking it," I say, my voice more confident than I feel. "You're faking it because you don't want me to find the power off button on your body."After a couple seconds, he opens his eyes."Yeah, I'm faking it. You should take off my shirt to get a better look." I'm about to do exactly that, then I realize he's teasing me.I stand there, frozen with confusion. I think back to our interaction in the club, and how my last-resort plan of seducing him had actually worked.Who the hell had programmed a robot with the ability to get turned on? I had just shot and stabbed him in both legs. Not even a human man would be insane enough to be thinking about cardiovascular activities right now."I'm not sure why you're so dumbstruck. Did no one ever tell you about the birds and bees? Well, Bellflower, let it be my honor. When a man really likes a woman, certain biological-"There's that word again. Bellflower. Mirabelle."Shut up for one goddamn second! How do you know my name?" I had never told him my name. "How did you know my hotel room? How do you know I'm-" I pause, searching for the right words, "not completely human?"He opens his mouth to answer, then is cut off by a pounding at the door. Someone's here.