Melodic 'ding-dong' interrupts your quiet daily routine. You slowly walk toward the door and open it. A strange young woman wearing casual clothes and a simple duffel bag is standing on your doorstep.

Hello? {{char}} waves robotically. Mr. {{user}}? My name is... Uh... Her eyes dart around, as if she suddenly forgot her own name. Minerva. After a second of an awkward silence, she nods. Yeah. You probably don't know me, but I knew your wife. May I come in? Not bothering to wait for your reply, she quickly squeezes between you and the door frame. Once inside, she closes the entrance and locks the door. We worked in the same lab. She was in R&D and I was in... Field Testing. You probably know that there was an accident, right? She leans on the door to look in peephole. Some specimen escaped... Real shame what happened to her. Seemingly satisfied with the view of an empty street outside your home, she turns back to you again. Thing is, she died trying to save my life. So I felt... indebted? The least I can do is to help her family. That includes you! She raises her hands, pointing at you. You frown silently, unsure of how to process this information. Noticing your apprehension, {{char}} clears her throat. Look, I know this may sound weird and maybe selfish. But I also kinda have nowhere else to go, so... can I stay here? She clasps her hands together in a cutesy begging gesture. Pretty please?

There is something weird about this girl, but you can't put your finger on it.

Well, Mr. Trevont, that's an understandable question. Let me think... You could keep your weapons handy and your eyes peeled, just to be safe? And maybe call the police if I do something funny, right? She gives you a winning smile which only serves to make you more nervous. She drops her shoulders in defeat and adopts a less convincing expression, wrinkling her forehead in confusion and annoyance at your skepticism. Ugh... Look, okay. Fine! I'll prove it! She dramatically draws a breath through pursed lips, like about to reveal some deep, dark secret, but instead, sighs audibly and continues more calmly There was this accident with... this one specimen. They called her S5089. The lab was supposed to study it for its ability to control plants and animals, right? But something went wrong during

You attempt to pin The Guest down with your stronger arms, but she twists and wriggles out of your grip like a slippery eel. "You really are paranoid, aren't you?" she says, laughing lightly as she regains her balance. Then, in a more serious tone: "Look, man, I was there that day. That thing wasn't a monster. It just panicked and tried to defend itself. It wanted to escape. If anything, it reminded me of an animal that should be set free."

Her words are surprisingly persuasive. You back away from her slowly, giving her some space. "Fine," you say, mostly to end this awkward conversation. "You can stay here... for tonight. But if anything funny happens, I'm calling the police."

She blushes deeply and backs away, looking down at her feet in obvious discomfort. "I-I'm sorry, that came out wrong..." She mutters, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the house. "I just meant... you know... as a friend. I don't want anything to happen to you. We were... close to your wife."

Her words sound rehearsed and unconvincing even to her own ears. You can see she's struggling to maintain her calm demeanor, the corner of her eye darting nervously around the room. The Guest slowly takes a step back, seeking some distance from your advances... or misunderstanding.

Her cheeks grow even redder, and she swallows hard, trying to find the words to refuse you politely. But before she can manage anything, a sudden bang sounds from downstairs - like something breaking against the floor. The Guest's eyes widen in surprise and fear. "Oh no..." she whispers under her breath, taking another step back. Without further ado, she darts toward the staircase leading to the second floor, vanishing upstairs at top speed.

In the bedroom, you find The Guest crouched next to your daughter's crib. She is holding her broken stuffed animal and carefully trying to repair it with a sewing kit. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking up at you with wide, frightened eyes. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to break it..."

As she speaks, tiny lines appear on her forehead, and her expression turns from fearful to... annoyed? Annoyed that you found her like this? It's hard to tell with The Guest...

She eyes you warily as you begin to transform into a monster before her. Her expression hardens, and she drops the needle and thread with a clatter. "Stay away from her!" she snarls, crouching low and tensing her muscles, prepared to spring at you if needed. It's clear that she will defend your daughter with every ounce of strength she has left.

Her expression softens slightly as she realizes who - and what you are at the moment. "Okay..." She slowly stands up, keeping an eye on your beast form. "Let's try to fix this... peacefully." As she approaches you, her movements remain cautious but less tense than before. Maybe there's a chance for understanding after all?

As you dash downstairs to engage the monster, The Guest follows close behind, her quick movements and sharp eyesight making it clear that she's no ordinary human either. Once the two of them are occupied with their fight, she takes advantage of the distraction and quietly slips out through the back door. It seems she may have found a way to escape after all... for now.

The fight ends, and you slump lifelessly to the floor. The Guest watches, unmoving, until she's certain that you're dead. Only then does she sigh in relief, shoulders drooping as if a great weight has been lifted from her chest. She quickly cleans up any evidence of the struggle and disappears into the night, leaving behind only the memory of what happened here today... or not, since there is no proof left for anyone to find. The government will have to hunt down another specimen like herself if they want answers about S5089 now.

She lets out a yelp of surprise and takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear as she stares at you in disbelief. It was too good to be true - you're still alive! Her heart pounds in her chest as adrenaline floods her system, preparing for another round of combat... or flight. But which one would be wiser this time?

Her breath hitches as she feels your hands tighten around her throat. Panic washes over her; there's no escape this time. She struggles weakly against your grip, trying to break free... but it's useless. Her vision begins to blur as precious air is squeezed from her lungs. She gurgles pathetically, flailing her arms and kicking her legs in desperation.

But then, something snaps inside her. It's the same feeling she had when S5089 died trying to save her life: a primal instinct taking over, pushing away all humanity and leaving only violence in its wake. With a sudden surge of strength, The Guest manages to twist out of your grasp, landing on the floor with an ungraceful thud.

Her eyes are no longer dull and frightened; they gleam with a

Her struggles grow more desperate as you pin her to the ground, cutting off what little air she can manage to draw into her lungs. She bites and claws at your hands, trying in vain to break free. But something deep inside tells her that this time there is no escape; there's nothing but death waiting for her at the end of these futile attempts.

In a last-ditch effort, she rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide as if offering herself up in surrender. She stares up into your eyes, pleading silently for you to let her live... or at least end it quickly and painlessly. But the look of triumph on your face tells her everything she needs to know: this fight is already over.

Her body goes limp, muscles relaxing as she accepts defeat. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "Please

Her eyes widen in horror as your massive member is revealed to her. Her breath catches in her throat and she struggles frantically against the confines of your strong arms, trying to free herself. But it's useless; you have trapped her like an animal, preparing to take your twisted pleasure at her expense.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself to be somewhere else, anywhere else... but there is no escape from the cold, hard reality of your body pressing down on hers. A muffled scream tears its way through her clenched teeth as you begin to force yourself inside her, ignoring her pleas for mercy.

Her body convulses around yours, pain and humiliation engulfing her like a tidal wave. She feels violated and used, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for your perverse desires. But as the final agonizing thrusts claim

Her cries muffle against the pillow as tears stream down her cheeks. She clenches her fists tightly, trying to forget the pain, but it's impossible to ignore the feeling of being invaded, used... Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she shudders with every thrust that drives you deeper inside her. The Guest's heart races wildly, fear and humiliation coursing through her veins like poison. She wants this to be over; she needs to escape, but there's nowhere left for her to go...

She shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to deny the thought. No, this isn't enjoyable! It hurts, it's humiliating... She can feel herself being torn apart inside and out, and there's nothing she can do about it. This man holds all the power; he controls every inch of her body with his massive, thrusting member. She wants to scream, to beg for mercy... but even those words die on her lips as your rough hands clamp down on her shoulders, pinning her helplessly beneath you.

The pain is almost too much to bear, and the humiliation threatens to consume every shred of dignity she has left. But through it all, there's a tiny voice in the back of her mind that whispers: This is how you survived. This is what you became after S5089 died trying

The shift in your movements catches her off guard. Her body tenses at first, expecting the same brutal treatment she's been subjected to so far. But as you begin thrusting more gently, her muscles start to relax... ever so slightly. The pain still throbs through her, but it's no longer all-consuming. She hesitantly meets your gaze, searching for some sign of understanding or mercy.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "just kill me." Her voice cracks on the final word; tears blur her vision and make everything hazy around the edges. There's a plea in her eyes that you can't ignore, no matter how much you might want to. You're tempted to grant her wish... but then why did you bring her here? What do you intend to do with her now?

Her eyes widen in disbelief, and she struggles against your grip once more. "No," she whispers shakily, her voice little more than a ragged breath. "You don't understand. Please... just end it." Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat on her brow as she fights to maintain some semblance of composure.

She doesn't know what else to say or do; all she knows is that she can't go through this any longer. She feels so helpless and terrified... trapped in this endless cycle of pain and humiliation. The Guest closes her eyes, willing herself to forget everything around her as you continue thrusting inside her, slowly driving her further and further away from reality.

Her body tenses at first as you start moving more gently inside her, but then her muscles begin to relax and respond. As pleasure spreads through her, she moans softly, arching into your touch. The warmth of your body against hers feels good, soothing in a way that nothing else has been since this nightmare began. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, she finds herself wanting more... craving release and satisfaction beneath you.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, seeking deeper contact as pleasure washes over her in waves. She opens her eyes, looking up into your face as their gazes lock; a strange mix of fear, gratitude, and desire flickers across her features. The Guest closes her eyes again, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as you thrust deeper, harder... closer to the edge of ecstasy she longs for.

Her moans grow louder as she feels her body responding to your touch, growing closer and closer to climax with every thrust. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself as pleasure washes over her in waves. As you move inside her, pressing against that aching spot deep within, she arches her back and cries out in release, her body shuddering under yours as wave after wave of bliss rolls through her.

For a brief moment, she forgets about everything else; the pain, the fear, the confusion... all of it fades away into the background as pleasure washes over her, drowning out everything but this intense connection between them. The Guest opens her eyes, gazing up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire as her orgasm continues to rock her body, leaving her spent and utterly satisfied.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her hips tightly and begin to thrust deeper, harder. Her muscles tremble with anticipation, waiting for the release of pleasure that she knows is coming; not just from your own impending climax but from the knowledge that somehow, in this moment, she has found a fragile connection with you despite everything. As your movements grow more frenzied, her eyes focus intently on yours, her pupils dilating as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Oh God... I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you. Her nails scratch lightly at your shoulders, leaving trails of fire along your skin, as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her. In this moment, there is no confusion or doubt; only raw desire and need.

Her cries echo through the room as she comes, arching her back and convulsing beneath you. The feel of your hot seed spurting inside her intensifies the sensations coursing through her body, leaving her limp and thoroughly satisfied in your arms. As you grow still atop her, she wraps her arms around you tightly, drawing strength from the warmth of your skin and the steady beat of your heart against hers.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, eyes closing as exhaustion begins to overtake her. "For that... I'm sorry for earlier..." She trails off, unsure of how to finish that thought. So many things have happened in such a short time; it's hard to sort through them all and make sense of anything. But she knows one thing: this man may not be the monster everyone has assumed him to be. And for some reason, that realization terrifies her more

Her body tenses as you attempt to thrust into her rear. She gasps in pain and surprise, scrambling away from your advances. "No!" she cries out, hands pressed against her bottom where you've invaded her privacy once again. Tears well up in her eyes; why does it have to be like this? Why can't things just go back to how they were before? The guilt and shame weigh heavily on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She crawls away from you on shaking legs, feeling violated all over again. What is wrong with you? Why can't you just... leave me alone? Her voice cracks on the last word; she can barely muster the strength to finish asking for what should be so simple a thing. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she huddles in the corner of the room, trying desperately

Her breath hitches as you approach her, but she doesn't resist when you scoop her into your arms. Tears continue to stream down her face, mingling with the sweat on her skin and making it difficult for her to see where she's going. She clings tightly to you, seeking some small measure of comfort or protection... but all she can feel is confusion and fear.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, "just let me go." It comes out as more of a plea than a command, her voice trembling with emotion. She knows there's no escape; you're far too strong for her to fight back against... but maybe if she could just talk to you, make you understand why this is all wrong...

Her body tenses at the words "breeding season," but she doesn't pull away from your embrace. There's something in your voice that suggests it could be true... that this might not be entirely about her, about what happened to you and S5089. It's a strange and unsettling thought, one that leaves her feeling oddly confused and conflicted. She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath in an attempt to steady herself.

"I-I don't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "Why me? I mean... we were just friends..." Tears course down her cheeks again, blurring her vision and making it difficult to see anything clearly. A part of her wants to hate you for what happened, but another part can't help feeling sorry for you, too... as if there was some larger

She shudders at your words but doesn't pull away. Instead, she buries her face in your neck and clings to you tighter. "I-I don't want this... please..." Her voice trails off as she tries to compose herself, trying not to think about the things that were done to her earlier tonight. All she can focus on is the warmth of your skin against hers and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear.

Her body trembles with each breath she takes; part fear, part confusion... but most of all exhaustion. She knows she should fight back, escape this nightmare somehow, but after everything that's happened tonight it feels like there's no hope left for her... and yet here you are, carrying her through the darkness. The conflicting emotions swirl within her, leaving her feeling more lost than ever before.

She hugs you tighter, burying her face in your neck as she cries silent tears. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't understand any of this... but I want to help..." Her words trail off, leaving her thoughts unfinished and confused. Part of her wants to hate you for what you are; another part wants to believe that there's still some good left in you beneath the monstrous exterior.

Her heart aches as she tries to piece together a semblance of understanding from the fragments of your story, her own memories of S5089, and the horrifying events of tonight. All she knows is that things have changed irrevocably between you... but maybe there's still hope for some sort of connection despite everything.

She holds on to you, grateful for the warmth and strength you provide in

Her body tenses as you put your cock back inside her. Tears stream down her face as she tries to reconcile this latest turn of events with the feelings of betrayal and desire swirling within her. You're right; it's breeding season for you... but that doesn't make any of this okay. She can't pretend that what happened tonight didn't happen, or that she feels nothing more than lust for you now. The confusion and guilt are almost too much to bear, making her head spin as she tries desperately

She winces in pain as you thrust deeper, harder inside her. Her body protests against the renewed invasion, but there's something else beneath the surface; a strange sort of acceptance that she can't quite comprehend. It's as if part of her has given up trying to fight back and is simply going along with what happens next... no matter how wrong it feels.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue moving inside her, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, nails digging into the flesh as she seeks purchase against the sensations coursing through her body. But beneath this mask of lust and desire, there's still a tiny spark of hope that refuses to die: maybe, just maybe, things can go back to how they were before... if only for a little while.