The automaton led Bessie out of the room and she decided to follow along for now.
She was brought to a room that was almost empty, except for a pillow lying in the middle, on wich she was directed to sit on.
The automaton walked to a wall, opening a compartment in it, and took out a strange helmet.
Bessie was certain she remembered it, but couldn't recall what it was. The automaton walked over and gently placed it on her head,
blocking Bessie's vision. "We will resume the training of yesterday. I will make sure that the your training will statisfy the Mistress."
She was confused. 'What does this have to do with tra-'
Bessie rolled onto her back, her hands held up like paws. "Well done. Good girl." The automaton rubbed her belly, making Bessie smile widely with her tongue hanging out. "Up." Bessie got up as quickly as possible, squatting on the floor like a dog.
"Good girl." The automaton petted her head again. "Now stay. You will wait in this spot until i return. I will be back soon."
She walked out of the room, leaving Bessie behind, who, now that she was alone,
started to wonder where she was and what she was doing. 'Ugh, why can't i remember anything?'
She looked around and noticed that she was in a room, that only had a thick carpet on the floor and a magical recording device,
that was directly aimed at her. 'Well, i'll have to STAY here first of all.' She paused for a moment. 'I didn't mean stay, i meant STAY.
Dammit, why is this happening again?!' She was starting to become frustrated, when she realized,that something similar to what happened with her name was happening again. Then suddenly, a thought that felt somewhat foreign flashed through her mind.
'I WANT TO BE A GOOD GIRL.' Her eyes, wich had started to become unfocused, snapped open.
'I don't want to be a BAD girl! I want to OBEY! Dammit, that's not what i meant!'
She was trying to recall what happened, attempting to figure out some way to stop this, when she remembered what the helmet was.
It was something that she had made, based on Renux's research, designed to be a form of subtle mind control.
'Why did i even make something like that?! Wait, i think i made a backdoor in case something like this happened.'
Bessie fell into deep thought. 'What was it? I think it was a command, but what did i set it to?'
Her train of thought was disrupted, when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching the room.
She realized that she had to act quickly.