Diamond in the Rough (original, semi-lewd)

I tightened the vice.  Her cries in protest highlighted all too well how flawed and unrefined of a specimen she was.  It was a slow day.  She was all I had to work with.

First came the grinding.  It was going to take a lot of elbow grease to smooth her out.  It didn't help that she was so dry, either.  A quick rinse between sessions was all she was getting out of me.

Next was the cutting.  You had to be real precise once you got to this point.  She looked so small and fragile under the numerous bonds and clamps that I burdened her with.  Yet, the fact that she had yet to sunder as I chipped away at her core was a testament to the potential she had, pitiful as it may be.

The screams of machinery drowned out her own.  I fancied they all bleated the same lines.  "Not so hard~."  "You're drilling me raw~."

I shouted to her my favorite question.
"Who's my diamond in the rough?"
"I-"
"SAY IT."
"I-I'm y-you're-"

I craned my ear in as close as I could while I worked her over.

"SAY IT CLEARLY."
"I'm your diamond in the roOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUGH~!!"

There.  I peeled off her restraints, inspecting my handiwork as I held her like a tiny newborn in my hands.

"How am I?"  I imagined her say.
"Two carat, babe."