Thread: Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

Ok, so I have to admit - I'm a little excited for this. I'll be seeing her for the first time today. Well - the first time since she started her treatments. I'm anxious to see the changes. My researchers had shown me photos, a couple months ago, of a good number of young women they'd chosen, maybe twenty - who were all genetically suited for the program of medication they were proposing. All pretty, all attractive, all with nice figures to begin with. And all were from a handful of poor villages in the far reaches of their all-but-third-world region, a small, one-time soviet republic. All were women who saw this as an opportunity out of their current situation, out of their current lives, out of poverty. They were all, I was told, desperate to be chosen, anxious to be picked. And, out of all these photos, I had chosen her Milenka. She was definitely my type wholesome, pretty, and...well...just look at her... It was her that I chose to begin the medication. Medication that would change her, slowly. I mean - yes, she's gorgeous already, right? But they promised they could build her, eventually, into gulp my perfect new wife... Let me give you some background I was incredulous, at first, When I found the reports online. A tiny little biomedical tech company, in a previous soviet republic, that was doing crazy experimental things. Shadowy, totally illegal work on humans....well, on women. Enhancements, they called it. But the information was...limited. I didn't know what to believe. But I was intrigued. I investigated. I found out what I could. I wrote to them. Eventually, I spoke to them. Women, all. Russian, maybe Ukrainian, by the sound of it. But scientists. Researchers. Entrepeneurs. And - more than likely, I'm guessing - criminals. But let's look past that. They showed me photos. They asked me what I liked, and gave me pictures. Pictures of what they could do to someone, to a woman. Without surgery. Did I believe them? They showed me before and after...they seemed legit, not doctored... ...and these women were gorgeous. The after pictures were...nuts. Super hot. The company - they called themselves KOLECTV wanted me as a client. They wanted my money, of course. They offered me a woman... Women oh, man. I...love women. I do. I adore them, worship them. Breasts, hips, hair, legs, feet, eyes, mouths. The way they laugh and walk and talk and cry and everything. And - with my money - I've had plenty of opportunities to be with women, I have. I've had girlfriends. I've slept with a few. There was that hooker my dad had got for my twentieth birthday...that was terrible... But...I'm kind of a geek. Well, I guess I'm not a geek. I'm not a bad looking guy. I stay in decent shape. I get nervous easy but I'm well-spoken. When I'm comfortable around someone, I can even be eloquent. I guess I'm more...shy. Around people. Technically, it's Social Anxiety Disorder. So...even with all my countless millions I think it may be...man...a billion at this point?, relationships with women have been hard to come by. Relationships, at least, with the kind of woman I want... And so, when I researched this company that, as disreputable as they sounded, claimed to be able to build perfect women, my interest was piqued. More than piqued...I became obsessed with the idea, imagining my ideal mate. Picturing what they could do. But - I'd have to keep this quiet. And, I'm sort of a control freak. I would want a hand in making her, I would want to be in control of the whole situation, the whole process, and make sure it was all kept hush-hush... The way it was, I didn't know if this company would do that. They seemed to be operating kinda...under the radar. Limited budgets. And - though I'm young I like to think, being in my early thirties I'd worked enough in the business world to not trust anyone, unless they worked for me. And, listening to what they had to say, to do it the way I wanted, they'd need more capital. I'd want them to have the best of everything better equipment, access to better supples, etc etc. And so...I bought them. I tended to do this. When there was something I really wanted, I used my money. Rather than having to deal with the vagueries of a business relationship, I just made it mine. In my current situation, I could tend to afford to do this. My family, you see, was very wealthy. I say was because, really, now it's just me. They all died in a tragic yachting accident...what sort of family has a family reunion on a yacht? Mine. Everyone was there...except for me. I hate boats. So now, then, it's all belongs to me. I was the one and only heir of all these rich people. I have people managing most of my money and the multitude of businesses I own. I try to keep a hand in it myself - I was groomed for this from childhood and I'm well-educated MBA from the University of Chicago, some time at Oxford, blah blah blah but it's such a huge web I end up relying heavily on the people I hire. That gives me plenty of time alone... Where was I..? Oh yeah - KOLECTV. I bought them, several months ago, more or less unbeknownst to my handful of advisers and attornies. I wanted this, as I said, kept hush-hush. I was more than a little... embarrassed...by the whole situation. And from there, I kept in contact with them more or less through email and the phone. They ran things there, under their own direction, had started treatments with Milenka, and...here we are... Recently they had sent me photos, current photos of her, a few days ago. Pictures of how she looks now, after just over two months of treatment, sequestered at their facility in Western Kazakhstan. The changes were apparent And I was happy some of the pictures showed her out having some fun with other girls on the treatments But today was the first time we were to meet. For their own reasons, reasons of her treatments, they'd kept her more or less cloistered. They'd limited her exposure to the outside world, and didn't want her to have much contact with me. But for today, at my insistencebadgering, they'd arranged for a short video chat between the two of us. I'd been told her English was improving, and that we shouldn't have too much trouble communicating... Her image appears on my screen...