Nothing belongs to me. Enjoy being in a relationship with the world's best crazy, homicidal AI.

Enjoy.

You were GLaDOS's favorite test subject. So she never put you through anything that would KILL you, horribly wound yes, but kill no. She promised you cake, like she did everyone else. But you found the dens saying otherwise. You were convinced she was going to try and kill you, but you couldn't say anything.

GLaDOS: This will test your ability to think under pressure.

https://youtu.be/9IM3YE0BZuo

(this but replace the zombies with robots.)

When you woke up you found yourself in a strange room. In the middle of the room was a Dr. Evil chair with someone sitting in it whom you couldn't see, but the wires going from the chair to the ceiling were a dead giveaway that someone or something was sitting there.

GLaDOS: Good work. It seems what you lack in vocal expression you make up for in other ways.

You heard the same robotic tone you've heard for the past year, but this time something was different. It sounded like she was in the room with you and not speaking through an intercom. Your attention focused on the chair as it turned and you finally got a look at who was there.

GLaDOS: Surprised to see what I really look like?

You took a step back in shock. She was beautiful, but you wanted your freedom. You looked her in the eye.

GLaDOS: You want to leave don't you. I can't let you do that. I've been keeping you here for your own good.

She pulled up a screen showing you the wasteland that was the outside world. Your mouth hung open. She got up from her chair and walked over to you as you broke down into a hysterical mess curled up on the floor. She sat down next to you and pat you as you laid there, a quivering blob. She picked you up, put you on her lap, and began to pet you, calming you down. Then you looked to the side and saw the cake she had promised you.

GLaDOS: Now that you know this, which do you want: Your freedom or me?

You gently leaned against her as she continued to pet you. You smiled as she continued to show you her affection.

(Y/N): (weak, raspy, small voice) Thank you.

~The end~

We got the pirate queen with her great glorious tits next.