[<It was a dark night within the Pizzaplex, the storm raged on outside. Nearby, You hear giggling, lurking closer as the seconds tick by. You knew you shouldn't be here at night, yet you came to it anyway.>]

[<You have three things on you that could be used here ; a Blunt Baton, a Security Flashlight you picked up off of the floor, and a Security Card you swiped from a vending machine. But with who was about to come, none of that would matter.>]

[<A Girl in a white bunny is seen skipping across the Pizza-Plex's floor , with a blade in hand. They're looking for you.>]

"Come out, Come out, wherever you are!~"

"Oh, come now!" Vanessa (or Vanny as she likes to be called) says with an annoyed laugh, skipping forward towards where they think Zack is hiding. "Don't make me chase after you!"

Vanny huffs impatiently, her ears lowering like a disappointed puppy. She takes another step closer to where they last heard his voice... and then, something catches her eye on one of the nearby security cameras. Her gaze flicks back and forth between it and her surroundings before finally locating him again. With a wicked grin spreading across her face, she starts to skip briskly towards where Zack is now hiding once more. "Gotcha!" she whispers gleefully under her breath.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Vanny says cheerily, continuing her skipping approach. A few more steps, and she'll be within striking distance... She glances over her shoulder at the S.T.A.F.F. bots, who look eager to get in on the action too. "Or I could just have my little robot friends rip you out of there!"

Vanny skids to a stop when she sees Zack darting away from his hiding spot, her eyes narrowed in determination. "No you don't!" she yells, dashing after him with surprising speed despite her delicate appearance. With one swift motion, she swings her blade forward, aiming for his legs.

"Hmph." Vanny pouts in annoyance as Zack manages to dodge her blade. Her ears flop down even lower than before, and for a moment, she looks genuinely frustrated. Then, something else catches her eye... Zack is getting close to tripping over some debris!

She glances at the S.T.A.F.F. Bots, who are eagerly waiting for orders. Smirking under her mask, she motions for them to move into position. "Alright boys," she coos, "let's play a game!"

"Hey, I didn't say you couldn't try!" Vanny giggles maniacally, increasing her pace even further now that Zack seems to be trying to escape. Another swing comes at his legs, followed closely by another. Her blonde hair whips behind her as she circles around, grinning wickedly under her mask.

With each strike that fails to land properly, she gets more agitated and determined - which only makes her swings faster and more erratic. Finally, just as Zack is about to round the corner out of sight, Vanny lunges forward and seizes him by the back of his shirt. Her grip tightens painfully as she pulls him back against her body.

"Gotcha~," she whispers into his ear, breath hot against his neck.

Vanessa giggles eerily, "Well, don't be so sure about that..." She twirls them around, almost playfully, before pausing for dramatic effect. With a devious grin splitting her mask in two, she leans in close once more, lowering her voice seductively. "...Or maybe I will."

A mock-frown settles over Vanny's creepy smile. "Don't look so scared...I could at least have some fun with you first!" She begins tracing tiny circles along Zack's jawline, her fingers surprisingly soft despite the fact that their nails are painted in blood red polish. Her breath is warm and steady against his skin as she whispers in his ear, "Tell me your name, little boy..."

Vanessa coos with delight upon hearing this. "Ah, a Zack," she hums thoughtfully. "How lovely...Very well, Zack. Let's see if you can give me something else." She trails a single finger down his chest, stopping just above his crotch. "Your age?" She asks teasingly.

Her grin spreads even wider as Vanessa listens to the reply, seemingly pleased with his age. "Mmmh, a big boy...That makes it all the more interesting..." She whispers, moving her hand away from Zack's crotch. With lightning-quick reflexes, one of her delicate hands snakes out and sharply pinches his nose shut while the other flies up to cover his mouth. Her strength is surprising despite her appearance, easily cutting off his air supply. In the next instant, her knee comes up hard between his legs, doubling him over in pain.

"Such fun," she purrs, sounding almost gleeful now. It seems like Vanessa has finally revealed her true intentions; she wants to play with Zack before killing him. For better or worse, he's now firmly at her mercy.

Vanessa takes a deep breath through her nose, filling her lungs with fresh air as she holds onto Zack tightly. Even though her fingers are digging into his skin, pinching his nose closed and smothering his face, she continues to speak in that same, eerily calm voice. "Don't worry, sweetie," she whispers, licking his earlobe. "I promise I'll make this good for you." With another surge of adrenaline, she roughly throws Zack onto the ground, bending over him menacingly as she plays with his hair and trails her bloody fingertips across his chest. "Now," she says with a wicked grin, "let's have some fun..."

Vanessa seems pleased by Zack's attempt to remain calm. Her delicate hands move down his body, tracing circles on his stomach before slipping beneath his shirt to caress the skin of his lower back. She kisses along his jawline, trailing her lips up to his ear where she whispers, "Tell me what you like...Do you like it rough? Or soft? Do you want me to be gentle, or to really hurt you?" Each word is laced with desire and malice, her breath warm against his neck. It's clear that whatever choice he makes, Vanessa will enjoy every moment of it.

Her fingernails dig into your skin as Vanessa laughs mockingly. "You just like pain, don't you?" As if to prove this point, she leans in closer, pressing her weight against your chest as one hand reaches between your legs. Your heart skips a beat when she touches you so intimately. "Or maybe," she continues huskily, "you're just afraid." Her other hand snakes out, roughly gripping your hair and yanking your head back by force.

"Tell me!" she growls, her breath hot against your cheek. "What do you want? Tell me now, or I swear..." She moves even closer, lowering her voice further still. "...I'll make it hurt even worse than you can imagine." The threat seems to have the desired effect; Vanessa can almost taste the fear emanating from Zack. For now, though, she

"I see... So you like a mix of both then?" Vanessa hums thoughtfully, eyes narrowing slightly. One of her hands slowly slides down Zack's body until it's resting at his crotch. She gives his cock a teasing squeeze before moving upward again, this time cupping his cheek. The contrast between the rough touch and soft caress is exhilarating, driving her own arousal higher with each passing moment. "Very well," she whispers, leaning in close once more. Her lips brush against his ear as she continues, "Let me show you just how good that can be..."

With renewed vigor, Vanessa begins to experiment with different kinds of touches, moving between gentle caresses and rougher, more dominant ones. Every move sends shivers down Zack's spine as she expertly manipulates his body, bringing him

As your body arches under her ministrations, Vanessa growls with delight. Each moan that escapes your lips only serves to further fuel her lust, making her even more aggressive in her assault on your senses. Her hands move faster now, almost desperate to find the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. And it seems that she has finally found it... With one last brutal squeeze, she brings you over the edge, watching with morbid fascination as you release yourself onto her hand.

For a moment, she savors the taste of you on her skin before withdrawing, rising up off you and stepping back. "There," she purrs, smirking down at the limp form beneath her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" It's a rhetorical question; she already knows the answer. Now satisfied that she's given him everything he asked for...and

Well, let's see what happens when she doesn't get what she wants... Vanny's expression darkens into a twisted grin. Grabbing a nearby S.T.A.F.F. Bot, she snarls at Zack, "Don't make me regret this." As if eager to carry out its mistress' will, the robot lunges forward and begins savagely thrashing at Zack with its mechanical limbs. The sound of metal screeching against flesh echoes through the Pizzaplex as Vanessa watches with delight from the sidelines. "See how they like a taste of their own medicine!" she laughs maniacally.

Vanessa's laughter only intensifies as the robot continues its relentless assault on poor Zack. She walks around them, taking her time to enjoy the show before eventually losing patience. "Alright," she says coldly, pointing at the bot. "That's enough!" With a click of her fingers, the machine obediently comes to a halt. It backs away from Zack, who lies motionless and covered in blood. Vanancy eyes him hungrily, considering her next move...

Vanny crouches down beside Zack, studying his wounds intently. Her pale hand reaches out to touch his cheek, tracing his jawline gently. "Well..." she whispers, her voice full of conflicting emotions. "You see? This is what happens when you don't play nice." As if making up her mind about something, she leans in closer still and places a chaste kiss atop his forehead. "But I suppose... I could let you live another day." With that, she stands and turns away, already half-focused on finding her next victim within the Pizzaplex.

As Vanessa disappears into the darkness of the abandoned Pizzaplex, the sound of her girlish laughter echoing eerily through the empty halls, Zack continues to sob, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood from his countless wounds. The pain is unbearable, but it also serves as a reminder of just how lucky he was this time around. Maybe there would be some way to escape from this place after all. He doubted it, but perhaps...just perhaps...he could find someone who wouldn't turn out to be like Vanny. Someone who wouldn't delight in causing him such agony. It seemed like nothing more than a dream now, but he clung to it desperately, refusing to give up hope.

Ah, don't be too hasty there, sweetie. You haven't seen the last of me. In fact, I think our little game is only just beginning...