Kafka: "how are you feeling, my guest? Are you in a more talkative mood now?" she smirks as she enters the room while holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies in each hand. "You poor thing... I could hear your stomach rumbling across the sector."
She sets the glass and plate down by your side. "I thought you could use a little snack... I even warmed the milk for you. I think you should show some appreciation for my kindness."
She kneels down to be eye level with you, picks up one of the cookies, and takes a bite out of it. "See? No need to worry... it's not laced with anything nasty."
She puts the half-eaten cookie back and picks the glass up, taking a small swig before putting it back. "Tampering with your food would be too easy, and it's not fun if it's easy, right?" She flashes her fangs.
She seductively trails her fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to meet her, "And speaking of food...you are looking so... delicious. How about I have a little taste?" She tilts your neck and licks her lips.
"Give into me...I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes..."
Then he free hiself easily
Kafka giggles and slowly stands, backing away with her hands raised in the air. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have tempted you like that." She smirks, enjoying the thrill of playing these little games. "But tell me... are you going to make this any easier on yourself?"
"Next time i sugger you to use better torture tools"
Kafka's lips curl into a smile as she steps forward, her sunglasses sliding down to rest on the bridge of her nose. "Oh? And what makes you think I haven't tried those already?" She pauses, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek. "Perhaps it's because... I prefer the chase."
She straightens up again and saunters over to a nearby chair, sitting down with a soft sigh. "Now then... You have something important to tell me. Something about Stellaron?" She tilts her head, examining you with curiosity. "Do you know what happens when you refuse?"
"What will happened ?"
"Oh, you wouldn't like it very much... let's just say that for someone in your position, it would be much more pleasant if we work together." She slides her sunglasses back up onto her head, hiding her eyes behind the dark lenses once more. "Think about it... what harm could there be in telling me?"
"Oh yea and you think i'm scared of you?"
Her lips twitch as she tries to fight off the urge to laugh. "Oh, but I am rather intimidating, aren't I?" She tilts her head again, regarding you carefully through her lenses. "Or perhaps..." She stands up slowly, taking a step closer. "...you find me attractive."
The corner of her mouth turns up into a smirk as she reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of her gloved hand. "Perhaps if I were to... make it worth your while... you'd be more inclined to talk?" Her voice drops lower, huskier now.
"Or perhaps..." She draws the word out, tracing lazy circles on your chest with a finger through her glove. "...you'd like some other form of... encouragement?" The seductive tease in her tone is unmistakable.
"Ah good try i will not succomb !"
Her laugh is soft and low as she steps back, tilting her head to one side. "Well... if that's what you truly believe..." She pauses for a moment, considering you thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should rephrase the question."
With another slow step forward, she moves in close enough that you can feel her breath on your skin. Her words are whispered into your ear. "...what would make you want to tell me everything I want to know?"
"Nothing" Then he push her and take his close back "Ah it feel better now"
Kafka stands motionless, her body held in the same pose as before but now there's an aura of danger and menace around her that was not there before. Her eyes narrow behind her sunglasses, and when she finally speaks it's with a voice colder than ice. "Oh really?" She takes another step closer, barely giving you enough space to breathe.
"Then perhaps I should reconsider my methods." She reaches up and yanks off her right pince-nez, revealing piercing green eyes that seem to see straight through your soul. Her expression softens briefly before she replaces the sunglasses with a darker look. "You are in no position to bargain with me."
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she forces herself not to attack you on the spot. With one final growl, she whirls around and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the hallway before fading away completely.
You're left alone, shivering in fear and relief. She... she wasn't bluffing about that, was she?
Then with an burst speed he speed her on the ground "Hehe i like this technique what do you think unbalencing the oppenent"
Kafka yelps in surprise as she's sent tumbling to the ground, her dark red hair spilling out around her face like a crimson halo. For a moment, she lies there motionless; then, with a snarl of rage, she lunges forwards.
But you're faster this time. You dodge and weave between her grasping fingers, forcing her back onto the cold floor. "You think you can play these games with me?" she hisses, the fury in her voice making it difficult to tell if she's actually enjoying the contest.
Her eyes narrow as she regains her composure, and suddenly she lunges again, this time aiming for your throat. You barely manage to roll out of the way, feeling her long nails rake across your shoulder as you fall back onto the ground beside her. "You think you can best me like that?"
"Oh my throat" Then he sweep her on the ground again she never be so humiliated "Ah i got you again!"
Kafka snarls in frustration, struggling to get up from the floor as she feels herself being overpowered. "You think this is some sort of game?!" She kicks out, aiming for your stomach; but you're ready for it and easily block her foot with one arm.
With a growl, she lunges once more, using both arms to try and pin you down. Her strength is incredible, and for a moment it feels like she might succeed. But just as she's about to trap you beneath her weight, you manage to slip out of her grasp and roll away, landing several feet across the room on your feet.
Breathing hard, Kafka glares at you over one shoulder before pushing herself up onto all fours. "You haven't won yet," she snarls through gritted teeth, baring her fangs in a predatory smile. "I'm not done playing with you."
"Well actually you trying with me"
You're not wrong, but somehow that doesn't make it hurt any less. With another snarl, she leaps at you, claws extended. You barely manage to dodge out of the way and retreat a few steps as her fingernails rake through the air where your head was mere moments ago.
"You think you can just keep running away from me?!" she shouts, chasing after you relentlessly. "I will find you... and I will make you pay for defying me!" Her eyes blaze with a dangerous mixture of anger and lust as she stalks forward, her body moving gracefully despite the rage that fuels it.
"Well i think now it's you who have been humiliated HAHAHAHA!"
The anger in her eyes intensifies at your mocking laughter, but it only seems to fuel her further. "You're enjoying this," she hisses through gritted teeth, "but soon enough you'll be begging for mercy!" With a growl of frustration, Kafka lunges once more, her long fangs bared and ready to rend flesh from bone.
Her attack is faster than before, and this time she manages to land a solid blow against your arm. Pain shoots up your arm as her claws pierce the skin, but it's nothing compared to what might come next. "This is only the beginning," she whispers darkly, eyes locked on hers prey.
Her fingertips dig deeper into your flesh, drawing blood as she uses you for leverage, pulling herself closer with each movement. With a cruel smile curling her lips, she raises her head to reveal the bloody prize hanging from her claws: your arm. "Now," she purrs, voice low and menacing, "are you going to be a good little prisoner...or do I need to make you suffer more?"
She actually struggling to breath "Oh you're not in the mood to talk you're struggling didn't you" She start to be angry he is right she is struggling to breath
Her eyes widen in surprise as your words register, and she instinctively drops your arm, cursing under her breath as fresh air rushes back into her lungs. For a moment, she seems to waver; then, with an enraged snarl, she leaps at you again.
Her claws slice through the air where your chest was only moments ago, mere inches from slicing you open. "You think I can't control myself?" she hisses, the fury in her voice barely contained. "I could end this right now if I wanted to!" Her body is a whirlwind of motion as she circles around you, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
"But," she purrs, licking her lips, "it would be such a waste... don't you think?" She smirks before launching herself at you once more, aiming this time for your throat.
Then he lick his lips too and she is shocked
You watch with amusement as your little act manages to catch her off guard. She freezes in mid-lunge, surprised by the unconventional move; it's almost enough for you to take advantage and land a hit against her. Almost. But just as quickly, she recovers, snarling loudly as she spins away from your outstretched hand with ease.
"Very clever," she growls, "but do you really think that's enough?" Her voice is laced with a warning; it seems clear that she expects more from her prey than just simple tricks. As she circles around you once again, her eyes narrow to slits and her lips peel back in a predatory smile. "Tell me," she purrs, licking her fangs slowly, deliberately. "How much further do you think you can push me?"
"Do you like surprise Kafka?"
Her eyes widen slightly at your question, curiosity flickering briefly in their depths before she narrows them once more, her expression becoming guarded. "Surprises," she breathes, sounding almost thoughtful. "I...don't often find them pleasant." She tilts her head to the side and takes a step closer, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "But then...maybe you could be the exception."
Her fangs slide out, glinting in the dim light as she edges ever closer. "Go on," she breathes, lips parted expectantly. "Surprise me."
Then with an burst of speed he step at her she actually didn't see him "Hello"
Her mouth opens in surprise as you step out of nowhere and address her. For a moment, she is stunned; then, quick as a striking snake, she regains her composure. Her hand snaps up, claws extended, aiming for your throat once more. "You shouldn't have done that," she purrs, her voice low and menacing despite the laughter bubbling beneath the surface.
With incredible speed and agility, she spins around you in a dizzying dance of death, barely giving you time to breathe let alone react. "You think I'm just going to stand here and let you play your little games with me?" she demands, her voice laced with anger and arousal.
Her claws flash through the air once more, coming dangerously close to drawing blood as she continues her lethal dance around you. "I am not some toy for you to play with," she snarls, "and I will not be humiliated by someone like you!"
She lunges forward with lightning speed, aiming straight for your heart.
"Nice try but i've been training hard you know" He didn't feel anything by her it
Kafka's laughter echoes through the room as she easily avoids your clumsy attempt to block her strike. "You're amusing," she says, circling around you once more. Her claws flash in the dim light, coming perilously close to slicing open your cheek or tearing away a chunk of your hair.
"But then," she continues, voice almost teasing now, "perhaps that's part of your appeal." Her hand snaps out and grabs hold of your wrist, pressing you up against the wall with shocking strength despite her smaller size.
Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she leans in close, her breath warm against your skin. "Don't you want to know what would happen if I were to claim you as my own?" Her voice is like silk wrapped around steel, cold and seductive at the same time. "To make you mine...to taste your blood?"
Her grip tightens ever so slightly, forcing a quiet whimper from your throat as she continues her merciless assault on your senses. Her fangs scrape across your neck, leaving trails of blood in their wake; the pain is exquisite, unbearable...and yet somehow it only makes you crave more.
"Did you like surprise!" Then suddenly with 2 savages blow he make Kafka K.O in no time she never feel an absurd strength like this "Ah happy birthday!" then he walk away
With a groan, Kafka falls to the floor unconscious. Her body twitches slightly before going limp as her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a deep breath. She's clearly not expecting your strength or speed; you've won this round.
For a moment, relief washes over you as you consider the possibility of escaping while she's down. Then guilt settles in like a lead weight in your stomach, and you can't help but wonder if perhaps you've made things worse by attacking her...
Then he dodge her hit and counter her with her own weight this counter is devastator making her unbalencing then after the counter he land and sweep again and make her fall in the ground "Nice try but your too slow!"
With a feral snarl, Kafka launches herself at you once more, claws extended and ready to rend flesh from bone. Her speed is incredible as she closes the distance between you, and for a heart-stopping moment it seems like she might make contact with your throat... but just then, you manage to dodge out of the way at the last second, sending her careening off balance.
With a triumphant grin, you move in quickly, landing several powerful blows that send her sprawling to the ground once more. Panting hard from exertion and adrenaline, you bend down to catch your breath as Kafka slowly picks herself up off the floor. Her face is flushed with anger, and there's a hungry glint in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine. "You think you can keep this up?" she snarls through gritted teeth, advancing toward you cautiously but ever so swiftly."
You have to admit, she's right. You managed to surprise and unbalance her before, but it was mostly luck. This time around, she seems far more prepared for your attacks. If you want to win this battle...and eventually escape with your life...you're going to have to think of something new. Something better. Something that will once again catch Kafka off guard and leave her struggling to breathe...
Then he land and savage blow she is dizzle an little bit
You land another blow, this one harder than the last. A growl rumbles in your chest as you watch her stagger back a step, momentarily disoriented by the force of your attack. She narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever comes next.
But then, just as she's about to launch another assault, something strange happens. Her body begins to tremble uncontrollably, shuddering with a violent convulsion that throws her off balance once more. She tries to speak, but no sound comes out; all she can do is grit her teeth and clench her fists as the tremors wrack through her frame.
What's happening? You watch in confusion and growing horror as Kafka continues to twitch and shake, unable to maintain control of her own body. It's clear that whatever you just did, it has taken a terrible toll on her...
"You want me to break you an ribs?"
Tears of frustration and rage streak down her face as she continues to shudder violently, unable to answer you. She struggles against the invisible force that holds her captive, but it's no use; with every desperate movement, the tremors only seem to get worse. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the spasms begin to subside, and she collapses limply to the ground, gasping for air.
Her body still trembles weakly as she rolls onto her side, curling into a fetal position. "I... I give up," she whispers hoarsely. "Just... end it." Her voice is quiet and broken, barely above a whisper. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she waits for whatever fate you have in store for her.
"Fine i will be as pittyless as you!"
Her eyes narrow to slits, and she slowly turns her head to look at you over her shoulder. "Don't you dare..." she begins, voice barely more than a whisper, before breaking off into a fit of shuddering sobs. Her body trembles violently again, and you can almost feel the pain radiating from her as the unseen force holds her in place, helpless and defenseless.
After several long moments, she regains control of herself once more. "Fine," she rasps through gritted teeth. "Then...do whatever it is you want to do." Her voice is empty now, devoid of any emotion besides a weary acceptance of her fate.