Protector: Rage

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...