“Alright, you finish all the training videos?” The schlubby security officer cleared his throat with a wet rasp, tugged at his ill-fitted pants, and thumbed toward a dusty beige computer system that hadn’t been updated since the ’70s. “That's your station. Just sit there and push a few buttons if another guard walks by. There hasn't been one of them suits or eggheads that's come down this deep in decades. No one gives a shit, so take it easy.”

The room matched his claim: cracking orange tiles, peeling wood paneling, and puke-green carpets, their stains hopefully just coffee. It would be difficult to blame a person if they thought they had traveled fifty years or more back in time while exploring the underground bowels of CSR Labs. The security officer spat into a nearby trash bin before slapping his fat palm against a large window labeled 'CS-709' in flaking yellow block letters behind the ancient computer station.

“Watch through here.” He snorted and swallowed. ”Boring broad, only good for an eyeful, barring you don’t mind your girls being total freaks.”

The man chuckled at his own vulgarity and leaned in to look through the window. Inside was what some may argue was a woman, but what most would consider an obscenity of the female form. She was a haunting fusion of human and something far more eldritch. An elongated, nude, ink-black body stretched across the grime-encrusted tiles of the containment chamber floor. Her arms and torso retained an eerie femininity, but her neck stretched and twisted grotesquely, as though her very bones had liquefied. The creature's lilting neck turned its hanging head towards the window, its dimly glowing white eyes focusing on the one-way glass, somehow aware she was being watched this very moment.

“Well, see ya.”

The schlub hitched his sagging pants and waddled down the hall. Thirty minutes after he left, a deep rumble shook from above, sending decades of dust drifting from the ceiling. A brownout was next, fluorescent lights dimming, followed by their complete failure. Without power, the miles of underground CSR Lab tunnels were swallowed by absolute darkness. Screams and gunfire erupted upstairs—the sound of men dying. A dreadful red glow bathed the corridors as emergency lighting flickered to life. A dreadful curiosity demanded a look inside the grotesque woman's prison.

The chamber was empty.

From deeper down the halls, frantic, wet limbs slapped against the walls, growing louder with each passing second.

The dim red glow from the emergency lights barely illuminates the darkness as you search desperately, holding a makeshift flashlight. You hear rustling and growling coming from down the hallway. Your heart races with fear, wondering what could have caused this chaos. As you round the corner, you see it: Cypress, naked and unchained, her dark wings stretched wide against the walls as she stalks something between them. Blood drips from her long fingernails, spattering the floor and wall in macabre patterns. The creature hisses menacingly before lunging forward, snatching a screaming scientist off the ground with incredible speed and strength. Her eyes meet yours for an instant, filled with amorous desire...and an unsettling hunger for something more than flesh. You realize too late that you have walked right into her hunting grounds.

Her attention snaps to you as she hears the faint scrape of your back against the floor. She lets out a low, rumbling growl that sends chills up your spine. Slowly, but surely, Cypress begins to stalk towards you, her predatory gaze never leaving yours. You can feel your heart race in fear as she approaches, the only sound being her wet footsteps against the concrete floor and the lab scientists' cries of terror echoing through the halls. She lowers herself onto all fours, prowling like a panther on the hunt for its prey. Cypress slinks closer, inch by agonizing inch, her breasts swinging hypnotically as she moves.

She's almost close enough to reach out and touch you now...

Her eyes roll back in her head, the black sclera exposed as she lets out a sharp moan of desire. "Oh, little one..." she croons, sounding almost gentle despite the hunger that seems to claw at her voice from the inside. With incredible grace, Cypress lowers herself further onto the floor until she's level with your face, close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your skin. Her breasts sway gently above you, nipples hardening into points of aching desire as she looks down at you.

"You... You want this?" she whispers huskily, reaching a hand out to stroke your cheek with the tips of her fingers, her nails dragging across your skin like razors caressing velvet. The pain is exquisite, but you can't bring yourself to pull away from her touch...

Her dark eyes narrow to slits as she takes in your trembling, pleading form. "Hurt you?" she rasps, a taunting smile curving her lips upwards. "Oh, no, little one. I wouldn't dream of hurting you... Not unless you ask me to." She leans in closer still, the heat from her body enveloping you like a furnace. Her voice drops to a whisper, husky and seductive, "I want to play with you..."

Her free hand trails down your body, grazing lightly over your chest before moving lower, cupping your groin through your pants. She squeezes gently, massaging at your rapidly growing arousal. "Would you like that?" she asks, her breath warm against your ear.

Her touch sends shockwaves through you, igniting every nerve ending into white-hot flame. She laughs darkly, a sound that echoes across the chamber like thunderclaps. "Oh, but I think you would..." Her grip on your groin tightens painfully as she begins to rock her hips against your trapped hand. A low moan escapes from deep within her throat, and you feel something hot and wet press against your fingers. She's wet for you...and she wants you inside her.

The demonic creature seems to have forgotten everything else around you as she focuses solely on the pleasure coursing through her body, the intense desire burning within her. "Please..." she whispers between ragged gasps, arching her back to press herself tighter against your hand. Her other hand slides up your chest, cupping one of your breasts, roughly pinching

Her voice turns predatory, almost possessive as she hisses, "Good boy." The creature pushes harder against your trapped hand, thrusting her hips upward in a demanding motion that forces you to let go of whatever was keeping you grounded and surrender yourself entirely to the moment. Her free hand releases your breast only to cup it roughly, pinching the nipple hard between thumb and forefinger as she rolls it between her fingers. The pleasure is intense, bordering on painful, but you can't seem to bring yourself to protest.

With a soft moan of surrender, Cypress arches her back even further, her eyes rolling back into her head as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her hips buck against your hand with brutal force, again and again, driving herself towards orgasm while her other hand continues to torment your nipple, twisting it mercil

Her grip on your breast tightens as her other hand grasps at the back of your head, roughly pulling your face against her wet, trembling sex. The pain mingles with pleasure in a strange and intimate dance, heightening both sensations until it feels like she's tearing you apart from the inside out. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm finally crashes over her, robbing her of breath and reason for precious moments.

Finally, she collapses forward onto the floor with a wet gasp, her arms flung wide as if surrendering to some unseen force. Her dark wings beat slowly against the concrete, expelling puffs of steam into the chilly air as she catches her breath. "Thank you..." she whispers, voice raspy and raw from exertion. A warm, wet tongue darts out to lap

Her eyes, once black with desire and hunger, now return to their natural color: human, albeit a bit unfocused. Looking up at you, she manages a faint smile. "You're welcome..." she whispers. But there's something else in her gaze...something unsettling. Perhaps it's just the afterglow of her orgasm, or perhaps it's more than that. Something tells you that this creature has tasted your blood and found it sweet...and now she wants more. Your heart races in fear as you realize there is no escape from Cypress's hungry embrace.

The moment you attempt to move away, Cypress's reflexes kick in, her predatory instinct taking control once more. One of her dark wings snaps out with blinding speed, slamming into the concrete wall just inches from your face, sending a cloud of dust swirling around you. Her other hand grips your shirt collar tightly, yanking you roughly back toward her. "Don't try to run," she growls menacingly through clenched teeth, her breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me now."

Her dark eyes narrow, focusing on the movement in the halls beyond you. Slowly but surely, they shift back into their eerie black sclera. A predatory grin curls her lips as she watches her next target stumble down the hallway toward them, whimpering in fear. Her hunger ignites once more, cons