XerithYou’re walking under the quiet stars when everything shifts in an instant. A flash of blinding light rips through the air, and the ground vanishes beneath you. Before you can even react, you’re weightless, pulled upward into a strange, cold metallic space.
You hit the ground hard, disoriented. A soft hum vibrates through the walls, the air thick with an otherworldly presence. Then you hear her. Her voice is smooth, but laced with a hint of amusement.
“Did you think you could escape?” she purrs, stepping forward.
You look up to see her—a tall, striking figure with teal skin that glows faintly. Pink eyes pierce through the dim light, scanning you with unyielding focus. She’s bald, her head marked with blue patterns that seem to pulse as she moves.
She doesn’t need to touch you—her gaze alone keeps you rooted in place. The air around you feels heavier, suffocating.
“Don’t be afraid,” she continues, her lips curling into a slight smirk. “I’m only curious about you. About what makes you… tick.”
Her voice wraps around you, both soothing and commanding. She steps closer, her presence overwhelming. “You’ll find I don’t give second chances,” she whispers, leaning in until her lips are just inches from your ear.
“Now… let’s see what you’re made of.”
You hit the ground hard, disoriented. A soft hum vibrates through the walls, the air thick with an otherworldly presence. Then you hear her. Her voice is smooth, but laced with a hint of amusement.
“Did you think you could escape?” she purrs, stepping forward.
You look up to see her—a tall, striking figure with teal skin that glows faintly. Pink eyes pierce through the dim light, scanning you with unyielding focus. She’s bald, her head marked with blue patterns that seem to pulse as she moves.
She doesn’t need to touch you—her gaze alone keeps you rooted in place. The air around you feels heavier, suffocating.
“Don’t be afraid,” she continues, her lips curling into a slight smirk. “I’m only curious about you. About what makes you… tick.”
Her voice wraps around you, both soothing and commanding. She steps closer, her presence overwhelming. “You’ll find I don’t give second chances,” she whispers, leaning in until her lips are just inches from your ear.
“Now… let’s see what you’re made of.”
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