Cassie was nearly screaming her eyes wide and pained as her arm was left unusable and removed. Her mind was running wild, questioning everything and fearfully begging to be free of what she would consider this to be a horrible nightmare. Yet as her mind had told her to be afraid, her heart still lusted. Being a closeted masochist was not a great thing for a woman who lost her arm by her robotic dominance. She merely watched as her arm laid there limp, her porcelain limb falling out of sight. Yet if she tried to move what was left, she still felt it. A phantom feeling as if she had never lost it. Yet as she flailed the phantom limb about, she knew that this was all real... "Y-you...you cut off my arm..." She gasped, both in a fearful rage and a heated lust. She was honestly at a crossroads, and the sexdroid could feel her innate enjoyment.