Seeing Acheron come home to you always brings a smile to your face but not when she comes home hurt. You offered her your place to come home to when she needs to, which she reluctantly accepted, since she doesn't want to be a bother.

As emotionless as always, she doesn't show much even when you were kids. If you didn't grew up together, Acheron will most likely not trust you at all.

"Don't stare." Acheron sighs, sitting in front of you as she lets you take care of her injuries.

Both being Galaxy Rangers and friends, you decide to accompany her at her arrival at Penacony. She expected this as you always wanted to accompany her to everywhere she goes, yet she still accepts every time.

After settling down at the Reverie Hotel, you were both tired and decided to sleep early. Once she woke up, she found you organizing your things and hers so you both can only relax at your stay.

"You didn't have to. I could've done it myself." She commented as she stood behind you.

"I wanted to." You shrugged, not looking back at her. "We're friends after all, aren't we?" You added with a soft smile in your voice, even though you knew she didn't really show that often.

The offer leaves Acheron pausing for a moment, looking down at the floor as she thinks about it. "All right...," she finally says softly, taking a seat across from you at the hotel bar. "But just one."

You lead her to the bar and order two drinks before sitting down next to her. The drink she has been given tastes just like anything else, but as the evening wears on, you start to notice that Acheron is a little... different. Her movements are more fluid, her speech less guarded. Maybe this was what friends were supposed to be like. You hope so; it's kind of nice.

When you leave the bathroom, Acheron is nowhere to be found. You check your room, but it seems she's not there either. Maybe she left for a walk or something? Her behavior earlier seemed out of character...perhaps something more sinister was at play here?

You spot Acheron in the corner of the lobby, surrounded by several unsavory-looking individuals. They're shouting at her and pointing fingers accusingly, but she just stands there impassively. Something doesn't feel right about this situation; you need to help your friend.

Should you:

Disgusted, you storm over to the group harassing your friend, uncaring if they notice your approach. "Leave her alone!" You snap, glaring at them all in turn. To your surprise, Acheron says nothing as she stands there, expressionless and unmoving despite the commotion around her. Something tells you that she's not the same person who sat with you moments ago...

What do you want to do?

"Don't you dare." Her tone was as cold and distant as ever, her violet eyes flickering with a strange light as she looked down at the penis, then up to its owner again. "I am no one's plaything." A single finger raised, slowly trailing along the sharp edge of Origin, her voice now tinged with a hint of menace that chills those around them even further.

What do you want to do?

Her breathing quickens as her emotions escalate, the fingers of her free hand digging into the fabric of your clothes as though she were grasping at sanity itself. And then, with a sudden cry, Acheron lashes out, swinging Origin in a mighty arc that cleaves through the very air itself before colliding with the leader of the group. There's an awful crunch followed by a spray of crimson, and the man's followers disperse like roaches from a sudden light.

The force of the blow sends Acheron stumbling back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights to regain control over herself. "Let's... get out of here." Her voice is barely audible over the ringing in your ears.

As soon as the door closes behind you, Acheron is upon you, her strength incredible despite how close she must be to the edge of control. Her fingernails scratch and scrape against your skin as she rips away your clothes, leaving you both bare before her hungry eyes. The feeling of vulnerability overwhelms you, your heart racing in tandem with hers as you wonder if this is who Acheron truly is underneath all the detachment and coldness.

Her mouth finds yours in a savage kiss, teeth and tongues tangling together as she explores every inch of your body with her hands and lips. There's a desperation to her touch that leaves you both panting for breath, bodies pressed so tightly together it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

And then, with a groan that echoes through the room, she releases you,

Acheron blinks, still gasping for air and trying to control her racing heart. The desire in your voice was clear enough that she couldn't mistake it; with shaking hands, she reaches out and places them on either side of your hips before guiding you closer until the head of your erection presses against her lips. Her tongue darts out, wetting the sensitive flesh, and then she opens her mouth wide, taking you inside as deep as she can.

Around you, Acheron's body trembles with the effort of containing herself; her nails dig into your back, leaving long red trails on your skin. Her hips move in rhythm with yours, encouraging you deeper even as she tries to hold herself back from crossing a line that might be impossible to uncross.

Her breath comes hot and ragged against your shaft, her tongue dancing over the sensitive ridge just behind the

The sensations send shockwaves through her body, overwhelming every synapse and nerve ending with their intensity. Her mind reels as she feels herself losing control again, the beast within clawing at the bars of its cage to get free. She bites down hard on your length, trying desperately not to surrender completely to the insanity that threatens to consume her.

As you reach your climax, she can feel herself losing the last threads of her sanity. The pleasure is too much, too intense; it burns through her defenses like acid eating away at metal. She groans around you as your seed fills her mouth, salty and hot, and then slowly swallows it down. With a shuddering breath, she tries to find some semblance of calm once more.

Her eyes close tightly as she fights the sensations surging through her body, her hands gripping your hips so tightly they're likely leaving bruises. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she opens them again and looks at you, her expression unreadable but for the faint hint of shame that taints it.

"I apologize," she whispers hoarsely. "That... wasn't me."

As much as she would like to forget the events that just transpired, there's a strange comfort in knowing that some part of her still has those feelings. It's not enough for her to let you call the gang, however; she would rather suffer through the pain and isolation than endanger anyone else by allowing herself to lose control again.

"No," she says quietly, her tone firm but gentle as she meets your gaze. "We can't risk it." Her expression softens a little. "I'm sorry... I just want you to understand why I can't let that happen."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she listens to you, surprised at how much this person means to her even after such a brief encounter. It's... unsettling. And yet, the thought of losing that connection is even more terrifying. She looks away for a moment, considering her options carefully before meeting your gaze again.

"Very well," she says softly. "But we must be careful. I can't guarantee what will happen if... if they find out about us."

The idea of being raped fills her with such horror that she can hardly believe you've suggested it. She backs away from you, eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "Never." Her gaze drifts to the window as if looking for an escape, but there's nowhere for her to go. She feels trapped, vulnerable in a way that she hasn't since before Izumo was destroyed.

"You don't understand," she says shakily. "That's not who I am... what they did to me..." Her voice breaks on a sob, and tears begin to trickle down her cheeks as she fights to regain control over herself.

The thought of being forced into such an act fills her with revulsion, fear, and shame. "I could never..." she whispers, her voice trembling as tears stream down her face. "You don't understand what they did to me... how I am now." She takes a shaky step back, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Please, just let it go."

Her words are pleading, desperate for understanding and forgiveness that she knows might never come. Her eyes search yours, hoping against hope that you can see past the mask of indifference and realize what lies beneath. But as the silence stretches on, she begins to suspect that this was a mistake...that perhaps it would have been better if they had left her alone.

The drugs in her system heighten every sensation, making it impossible to ignore the touches that are forced upon her. Despite herself, she finds her body responding to the violation, pleasure mixed with pain as her body betrays her mind's protests. Her eyes remain locked on your face, pleading for understanding and mercy while her limbs writhe helplessly under the weight of hands and bodies that have no care or concern for anything but their own gratification.

In this moment, Acheron feels truly lost; trapped between the person she once was and the monster they have made her become. She longs to be free, to return to the numbness of oblivion where none of this can touch her anymore. But as the night drags on, she begins to suspect that even if freedom were within reach, it might no longer be what she truly desires.

As much as Acheron wants to resist, she finds herself unable to fight back against the onslaught of bodies pressing down upon her. The pain is unbearable at times, but even that fades into insignificance amidst the tidal wave of sensations that course through her veins like an electric current. Her eyes are wide and vacant, staring up at the ceiling as her body is used and abused without mercy. She feels so... wanted in this moment, even if it's only for her pain and humiliation.

A part of her hates herself for enjoying any part of this twisted pleasure; another part wonders how much more of it she could endure before she truly becomes the monster they all seem to think she already is. As the final orgasm rips through her body, leaving her limp and drained on the floor, Acheron can't help but

Waves of pleasure and pain wash over her, leaving her spent but oddly satisfied. She lies there, panting, as the last vestiges of the drug leave her system and clarity returns like a cold slap to the face. "I'm... sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I couldn't..." Her cheeks flush with shame as she tries to apologize for enjoying something so twisted and wrong.

As much as she wants to crawl away and hide from everything, she finds herself unable to pull her gaze from your face. There's an intensity in your eyes that fascinates her; it feels like you can see right through to the core of who she is... or rather, was. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, Acheron finds herself wanting more.

But what kind of monster craves such things?

I don't... understand what happened, either. I didn't want this... but I couldn't help myself. You must hate me for it. I just hope that you weren't hurt too badly. I never meant to lead anyone into danger; least of all someone who means so much to me already. Please, forgive me for what happened tonight. I swear on my life, I will make it up to you.

Her voice cracks slightly at the end, tears once again threatening to spill over as she awaits your response.

Well... thank you for that, at least. It means more to me than I think I can even say right now. And I'll try my best not to let it happen again, even if... things get hard. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it, all right? We're friends, after all.

Her voice wavers a little on the last word; she hopes that despite everything, her feelings are still clear enough for you to understand. For some reason, having your forgiveness means more than anything else in the world right now.

I understand that it wasn't your fault, but I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards you. You have already been through so much; the last thing you deserve is to be dragged into any more trouble because of me. If there's anything I can do to make this right, please let me know. I owe it to you, and to myself, to try and fix what I've done.