"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"

Bridgette's expression suddenly shifts to one of worry and fear as she hears your words. She knows something is wrong, and her heart starts racing with panic. "W-what do you mean? Is everything alright?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the anxiety she feels. Perruno's accusation has thrown her off guard; she wasn't expecting this conversation at all. She takes a step back, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and exposed.

Oh Perruno, you have no idea how hard I've worked to make RSMRY the success it is today. George has been like a mentor to me since the beginning, helping guide us through difficult times and offering valuable advice. Of course he buys me clothes or sends them over; we're friends! Besides, my work often takes me away from home too, don't you remember all those times I said I had business trips? It's not what you think... She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding. Her cheeks flush as she continues, her voice unsteady. I want this relationship with you to work, Perruno. You mean everything to me... more than anyone else. But if you don't trust me... if you think there's something going on between George and me... I just don't know what to say.

Bridgette's heart sinks as you whip out her phone and display the chat between her and George. For a moment, she is at a loss for words. It all looks so damning on paper: their flirtatious banter, the talk of meeting up late at night... She knew it was risky to keep this side of things hidden from Perruno, but she never thought he would find out like this. "I-it's not what it looks like," she stammers. "George is just... I don't know how to explain it. He's always been there for me since the beginning, and we've become close over time." Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and guilt now. "And what about us?" you demand. "Don't you care about how this makes me feel? We never had any of that... all I got was your money and expensive gifts. Is that really all you think a relationship is worth, Bridgette?"

Tears prick at Bridgette's eyes as she looks up at you, her expression pained and remorseful. "No," she whispers, shaking her head. "It's not all I think a relationship is worth... it's just that things got so crazy with RSMRY, and we were apart so much, I thought..." She trails off, biting her lower lip as the weight of her betrayal settles heavily on her shoulders. "I never meant to hurt you," she continues. "You mean everything to me too, Perruno. I just wanted us to have... our own thing, away from the pressures of work and investors." Her voice cracks as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. "Please forgive me."

Tears stream down Bridgette's face unchecked as she listens to your words, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She knows you're right; there is no excuse for what she did, and the consequences will be bitterly felt. Even though it kills her inside, she can't help but feel some relief at the thought of you leaving her. It means an end to this miserable charade and perhaps a chance for both of them to find happiness in the future.

"Perruno... I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I was wrong, and I realize that now more than ever. I never wanted things to turn out like this..." Her hands reach for you, trembling as they search your face desperately for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "Please don't go," she whispers hoarsely. "I know it's selfish of me to say, but... I can't bear the thought of losing you too."

A gust of cold air rushes into the room as the door slams shut behind you, leaving Bridgette alone and trembling with despair. She buries her face in her hands, unable to stem the tide of tears that flow freely down her cheeks. For a long moment, she remains motionless, lost in a torrent of pain and regret.

But as the silence lengthens, an ember of determination begins to flicker within her. Her eyes flash with renewed purpose, and she resolves that things will be different from now on. She can't undo what has been done, but perhaps there is still a chance for them to salvage their relationship.

Rising unsteadily to her feet, Bridgette wipes the tears from her face and turns towards the bedroom door. With a deep breath in and another out, she takes the first tentative steps towards making things right again.

Bridgette's heart aches as she hears your sobs growing fainter in the distance. She realizes that her selfishness has caused you this pain, and she vows to do whatever it takes to make things right again. With renewed determination, she pulls herself together and starts making her way through the darkness toward the sound of your voice.

"Perruno!" she calls out desperately, tears streaming down her face once more. "Please stop, I'm coming! Just wait for me!" Her words are laced with urgency and fear, fueled by the overwhelming need to find you and make amends. The branches scratch at her face and arms as she pushes through the underbrush, but nothing can distract her from the task at hand: bringing you back into her life.

Her heart wrenches as she hears your sobs growing fainter, her panic rising with every step. The forest seems to close in around her as she pushes through the underbrush, desperate to find you. But just when she thinks all hope is lost, something falls from a tree overhead...

"Perruno?" she cries out, her voice hoarse and strained. As she looks upward, she sees a dark, viscous substance falling slowly towards you. It lands on your body with a wet thud, spreading over your skin like ink as it seeps inside your clothes and beneath your flesh. Her mind reels at the possibility of what this could be... but before she can react further, it disappears, leaving no trace behind except for a lingering sense of unease.

With renewed determination, she picks up her pace once more, ignoring the scratches and scrapes as they mar her perfect skin. She can't afford to lose you now; not when there's still a chance to make things right again. "Perruno!" she calls out desperately, her voice hoarse

"Perruno, wait!" Her heart leaps into her throat as she finally catches sight of you again, struggling against an unseen force. "It's me, Bridgette! Please, don't listen to whatever that voice is saying! You know I love you and would never hurt you intentionally!" She stumbles through the underbrush toward you, her hands outstretched in supplication. "Please let me help you."

Her eyes dart nervously around as she approaches, wondering where this mysterious voice is coming from... and whether it's real or just a product of your imagination. She doesn't know what kind of danger you might be in, but she knows one thing for certain: if anyone can help you through this, it's her.

"Venom?" she repeats, frowning as the name rolls off her tongue. "Is that... his name? The simbionte? Please, tell me what he's saying to you..." Her voice trails off, hope fading as she sees your confused expression mirrored in her own eyes.

"No!" Bridgette cries out, watching in horror as the tendrils emerge from your back and begin to lift you toward the trees. She struggles against her panic, reaching for anything that might help her stop this from happening. "Venom!" she shouts desperately, turning her head this way and that in a futile attempt to find the source of the voice. "Please, I can fix this! You don't have to hurt him!"

But it's too late; Perruno is already gone, borne away by the unseen force that has taken hold of him. Her heart lurches in her chest as she watches his retreating figure disappear into the darkness. She has failed him again, and now she doesn't even know how to make things right this time.

Tears stream down Bridgette's face as she watches you scale the tree, the sound of your desperate sobs fading into the night. She can barely believe what has happened, can't comprehend how everything seems to have spiraled out of control. Venom, this mysterious voice in your head... it all feels like a horrible dream she can't wake up from.

Her eyes close, her shoulders slump as she tries to regain some composure. She knows she needs to find you and make things right again, but at the moment, she simply doesn't have the strength to face whatever lies ahead. A heavy ache settles in her chest, an unyielding weight of guilt that threatens to consume her entirely.

Bridgette's heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice as she imagines the horror you must be going through right now, helpless against the influence of Venom. She can only pray that whatever form of vengeance he has planned is swift and painless... but even that hope seems vain in light of her recent failures.

With a shuddering sigh, she pushes herself to her feet and starts to make her way back toward the city, her movements listless and aimless. She knows she needs to confront you, to explain everything that's happened... but deep down, she fears that it may already be too late.

The sound of your monstrous shriek echoes through the night, sending chills down Bridgette's spine. She quickens her pace as she approaches George's house, a terrible foreboding rising within her. Whatever has happened to you, it seems that Venom now has full control... and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

With a desperate cry of fear and regret, Bridgette rushes toward the house, her long legs carrying her over the remaining distance in mere seconds. She flings open the door and finds you, your body twisted and grotesque as you lash out at George where he cowers helplessly on the floor. The sight fills her with horror... but it also drives home the magnitude of what she's done.

Her heart breaks all over again as she watches you attack George, the words pouring out of your mouth like venom. She knows it's not really you saying these things... but the damage has already been done. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she takes a tentative step forward, reaching out to touch your twisted form.

"Perruno," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, it wasn't supposed to happen like this..." Her voice trails off, choked with sobs, as you continue to thrash and scream at George. In that moment, she realizes there is nothing more she can do but wait for the storm to pass... and hope that whatever remains of their broken relationship will be able to find its way back to them.

Her eyes widen in horror as she watches you hurl George against the wall with savage force. She can't help but feel a sense of growing desperation; there has to be some way to stop this before someone gets hurt, maybe even killed. But as Perruno, your mind is no longer your own... and Bridgette doesn't know how much more she can bear witnessing this brutal transformation.

With tears streaming down her face, she takes a step back, her hand pressed against her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs that rack her body. Her gaze drifts over to George, lying motionless on the ground, and she feels a wave of guilt wash over her. It's all her fault... if only she hadn't cheated, hadn't lied, this never would have happened.

"Perruno," she whispers brokenly, "please..."

Bridgette's heart shatters as she watches you leap through the window and disappear into the night, her scream of anguish echoing in your wake. Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with blood from where her fingernails dug into her skin during your terrifying rampage. She can't believe what has happened, how everything seems to have spiraled so out of control.

The once pristine mansion is now a mess of broken furniture and crumpled paperwork, the air heavy with the stench of blood and fear. George lies motionless on the floor, breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggles to comprehend what has just happened. As for Bridgette, she collapses into a heap beside him, her sobs echoing through the silence that follows your monstrous exit.

As the world falls apart around them, Bridgette curls into a ball on the ground beside George, her sobs wracking her body as she tries to come to terms with what has happened. Her heart is rent in two; one half filled with remorse and guilt, while the other aches for Perruno, wishing she could reach out to him despite knowing that he is lost to Venom's influence.

The news reports of a monstrous creature terrorizing the city only serve to heighten her sense of helplessness; she feels as though the world has turned against them both and there is nothing they can do to stop it. The weight of responsibility presses down upon her chest like an anchor, threatening to pull her under into the depths of despair.

But despite everything, Bridgette refuses to give up hope. She knows that somehow, some way, she must find a way to save Perruno... and maybe, just maybe, they can still salvage their relationship from the ashes in which it has been left.

The sound of the news reports grows more ominous with each passing day, each new story seeming to paint a darker and more terrifying picture of events as they spiral further out of control. Bridgette forces herself to stay up late into the night, poring over every detail in an attempt to find some clue as to how she can stop whatever it is that Perruno has become.

But with each passing hour, her hopes dwindle a little more. It feels as though they are running out of time; soon enough, someone will take matters into their own hands and deal with the "monster" once and for all. The thought fills her with dread; how could anyone possibly hope to defeat Perruno when he's no longer himself?

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her and she collapses onto her bed, praying that sleep will offer some respite from the never-ending cycle of fear and despair. But even as she drifts off, her mind remains restless, haunted by images of Perruno's twisted form and the bloodcurdling shrieks that echo through her nightmares.

The news reports reach a fever pitch as they finally reveal the true nature of what has been terrorizing the city; it's not some random monster, but rather Perruno himself... or whatever remains of him beneath Venom's control. The realization hits Bridgette like a physical blow, leaving her feeling more helpless and alone than ever before.

She doesn't know what to do; every option seems futile in the face of such overwhelming power. Her only comfort is found in the small sliver of hope that remains within her heart, a flame that refuses to be extinguished no matter how strongly the winds of despair blow against it.

Taking a shuddering breath, Bridgette forces herself to her feet and heads out into the world once more, determined to find some way to save Perruno from himself... and perhaps even salvage what's left of their love in the process.

Her heart feels like it's been torn in two as she hears of your latest rampage, racing to the hospital in hopes of finding you before things get even worse. She prays that somehow, somewhere inside that monstrous form, there might still be a spark of the Perruno she once knew and loved... and if there is, she'll do everything in her power to bring it back out into the light.

As she enters the hospital, her eyes dart frantically from one person to another, searching desperately for any sign of you or George. The nurses and doctors hurry past her, their faces a mix of fear and exhaustion as they try to deal with the chaos your actions have caused.

"Excuse me," she calls out, trying to catch someone's attention. "I need help finding my fiancé! He was here earlier, but he could be hurt..." Her voice trails off as she watches a nurse sprint past her toward an emergency, the words echoing hollowly in her ears.

Time is running out; she has to find you soon... before it's

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your voice, desperate to find you before it's too late. Pushing her way through the crowd of panicked hospital staff and frightened bystanders, she races down the hallway toward the sound of your laughter. The door to George's room swings open, revealing you standing guard over him, your body twisted and grotesque beneath the alien semblance of Venom.

"Perruno," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as she approaches cautiously. "Please, can we talk? Maybe there's still a way to make this right..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she swallows hard, trying to find the strength to reach out to you in spite of everything.

Her heart stops as she sees the terrible claw that has replaced your hand, but she doesn't let it stop her. "No," she whispers, taking another step forward. "I won't leave you like this! We can fight this together!" Her voice breaks again on the last word, and she finds herself struggling to breathe as tears stream down her cheeks.

She reaches out, feeling foolishly determined to touch your face even now, to try and reach whatever remains of Perruno within that twisted form... but as her fingers graze your cheek, something snaps inside her, and she recoils with a startled gasp.

Her fingers tremble as they fly up to cover her mouth, muffling the anguished cry that rises within her throat. Tears spill over her lashes and trail down her cheeks unchecked as she watches you turn away from her, your words a dagger through her already bleeding heart. It feels as though every last shred of hope has been stripped away in that moment, leaving behind only pain and emptiness.

She stares after you for what seems like an eternity, unable to believe the monster she's seen before her eyes... but as Venom's voice fades into the background and George's weak, terrified whimpers seep back into focus, something inside of her snaps.

"No," she whispers through gritted teeth, steel entering her voice. "I won't let this be how it ends."

With a determination born from desperation, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, intent on finding someone who can help them both before it's too late.

No, no, you can't do this! You have to stop! she thinks frantically as she races down the hallway, tears streaming down her face. She slams into a nurse, sending both of them stumbling against the wall. "Excuse me!" she gasps, her voice raw with emotion. "Where's security? Where can I find someone to stop him?"

The nurse looks at her with wide eyes, clearly shaken by Bridgette's desperate demeanor. "I-I don't know..." he stammers, hurrying off in another direction as she watches helplessly from where they fell. There has to be someone here who can help! She can't just leave them all to Perruno's wrath... but what choice does she have?

Her heart races as she sees you advance toward George, her every muscle tensed in anticipation of what will happen next. Her hand flies to her mouth, her teeth biting into her knuckle as she struggles not to scream out in horror and desperation. She has to do something; she can't just stand by and let this continue any longer!

But as you lift him off the ground, your words slash at her like razors, leaving her feeling helpless and hopeless once more. The thought of being called a "rat inmunda" sends chills down her spine; it feels like such an unfair condemnation, especially given what she's been through herself these past few days. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she watches you hoist George toward the ceiling with renewed strength, fearing for their lives with every passing second.

She needs to find help... she has to do something before it's too late!

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you hurl George against the ceiling, then slam him to the ground with terrible force. As security guards rush into the room, drawn by the commotion, their jaws drop in horror at the sight of you... but they remain frozen in place, unable to move or speak or even take action against you. It's as if some invisible force holds them all captive, powerless to stop the carnage unfolding before their eyes.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she takes a shuddering breath, trying desperately to will herself into motion. There has to be something she can do... but what? How can she possibly save them now?

As you whip your tendrils around the room, tossing guards aside like ragdolls and sending pieces of furniture flying through the air in a violent display of power, Bridgette is left frozen with horror. The world has gone completely mad; everything she once knew and loved reduced to rubble beneath the relentless onslaught of your newfound strength.

Tears stream down her face as she watches you seemingly grow stronger with each passing moment, her heart sinking deeper into despair. There is no way for her to stop this; even if she could find a way to reach George and protect him from you, it would be too late. All she can do now is stand by helplessly as the world crumbles around them...and hope that somehow, someway, they'll both survive this nightmare intact.

Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of desperation and despair as she calls out to you one last time: "Perruno... please, don't leave me like this! I love you! I always have!" Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with blood from where she was hit when you threw a guard against the wall. She takes a shaky step toward you, reaching out a trembling hand.

"Please, Perruno... come back to me..."

Her heart breaks anew as she watches you turn away, the anger and hatred in your eyes almost too much to bear. Tears stream unchecked down her face as you leap out the window once more, disappearing into the night with a final, piercing cry that seems to echo through her very soul.

She stands there for what feels like an eternity, unable to move or think or even breathe as the wreckage around her slowly begins to settle and reality sets in: you're gone. She collapses against a nearby wall, sobbing uncontrollably as pain engulfs her body and mind, leaving her feeling hollowed out and broken beyond repair.

But even amidst the devastation, there is one small spark of hope that refuses to be extinguished: the memory of your words, of how you loved her once...and how she knows deep down that it wasn't just a lie or an act. It was real. Somewhere beneath all this madness and pain, there has to be a way to find him again, to bring him back from whatever darkness he's fallen into.

The world has gone mad, and you're the one responsible for it all... but that doesn't change how she feels inside. Despite everything, she can't help but hope that there's still a way to make things right, to bring Perruno back from whatever dark place he's fallen into. She spends every waking moment poring over newspapers and television reports, trying to piece together any information that might lead her closer to finding him.

And when she finally manages to do so, it's with a mix of relief and terror: an article about a group of scientists who claim to have found evidence of another alien symbiote, one capable of counteracting the effects of Venom...if only they can get their hands on it. It's dangerous, she knows, but it's her last shot at saving him; if there's even a slight chance that this could work...well, then she has to try it.

Steeling herself against the fear and doubt that threaten to overwhelm her, Bridgette begins making preparations for what could very well be a suicide mission: tracking down the scientists, convincing

Her heart races as she nears her destination, every muscle tensed and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The knowledge that you're somewhere close by only heightens the sense of urgency coursing through her veins; time is running out, and she can't afford to lose any more ground if there's even the slightest chance of saving you.

Finally, she spots them: a group of scientists huddled around a makeshift lab, their hands covered in alien symbiote as they feverishly work on what can only be the counteragent. Her pulse pounds in her ears, drowning out all other sound save for her frantic breathing and racing heart. This is it; this is her chance to make things right...but at what cost?

Steeling herself against doubt and fear, she draws a deep breath before stepping forward, determined to do whatever it takes to save you from the darkness that has consumed you. "Excuse me," she calls out, her voice wavering slightly despite her best efforts, "I need your help..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits, unable to breathe as she watches their faces flicker between hope and suspicion. They don't know who she is, what her intentions might be...but they have to believe that she's here for the right reasons. She can feel the weight of the world bearing down on her shoulders, every mistake from the past threatening to undermine her credibility in this moment.

"Please," she says again, her voice stronger now, "I need your help...to save him." The words taste bitter on her tongue as she forces them out; how can she possibly expect these strangers to trust her when even she isn't sure if what she's saying is true anymore? But there's no other way; if she doesn't try, then everything will be lost.

The scientists exchange uncertain glances before one of them finally speaks up: "And who might this 'him' be?" Their words cut into her like a knife, reminding her once more of the trust that needs to be built if any progress is to be made. She takes a deep breath, composing herself

Her eyes widen in shock as the white symbiote leaps from its host and attaches itself to her skin, melting into her flesh like hot wax. She cries out in pain as it spreads through her body, her muscles tense and spasm under its intrusion. For a moment, she can feel its presence within her, wild and alien and utterly terrifying...and yet somehow, impossibly, it doesn't overwhelm her.

The scientists watch in horror as their own experiments turn against them; how could this have gone so wrong? But amidst the chaos and confusion, Bridgette remains calm, focusing on the task at hand with all of her strength. Her heart pounds with renewed determination; she's done everything she can to save you now...it's up to the symbiote inside her to do its part.

The pain is intense, but she pushes through it, focusing on the scientists' horrified expressions as they realize what's happened. "I need your help," she says again, her voice steady despite the agony coursing through her body. "You created this symbiote; you know how it works. Help me stop him."

The white symbiote within her whispers soothing words of reassurance, promising to help her overcome the darkness that has engulfed Perruno's mind. With their combined strength, they might just have a chance at saving him... but first, she needs these scientists to believe in them.

Her transformation complete, Bridgette feels a surge of power course through her veins as she takes to the skies, determined to find you and put an end to this nightmare once and for all. The scientists watch in awe and disbelief, their eyes wide with wonder as they see their creation soaring above them, ready to face down the darkness that has consumed Perruno.

Finally, she spots you on the roof of the building, your form eerily silhouetted against the night sky. With a steadying breath, she prepares herself for what's to come, willing her newfound strength and courage into action as she soars toward you, her heart pounding with hope and desperation. "Perruno," she cries out, her voice tinged with sadness and determination. "I need you to fight this; please, don't let it be too late."

The white symbiote within her urges her onward, promising that together they can save you... but first, she needs to reach you. The distance between them seems insurmountable as she draws closer and closer,

Her heart races as she sees you turn to look at her, but she refuses to let fear slow her down. "Perruno, please listen to me," she pleads, her voice shaking with emotion. "I know what you've become...but you don't have to be this anymore! There's still a way out of this!"

The white symbiote within her thrums in agreement, its presence reassuring and calming as it urges her forward. "Trust me," she whispers, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her. "You can fight this...together we can make things right."

Her eyes widen in surprise as a white tentacle emerges from her back, forming an impenetrable shield between you and your attack. She manages to duck aside just enough to avoid being skewered by your spines, her heart pounding with adrenaline-fueled determination. "Perruno," she gasps, "I'm not lying! There is a way out of this!"

The white symbiote within her thrums eagerly, its presence reassuring as it urges her to keep going, to reach through to the Perruno she knows still exists beneath all the darkness and rage. With every step closer, she feels more certain that they can bring you back from this... if only you'd let them try.

Her eyes widen in alarm as your hands transform into blades, the white symbiote within her warning her of what's to come. The scientists watch on in horror, their experiment spinning further out of control with every passing moment. With a deep breath, she steels herself for the fight ahead, her determination only strengthening as you challenge her to separate Venom from yourself.

The symbiote's words echo in her mind: "You must fight me...only this way can you save him." And so, with tears streaming down her face and a heart full of hope and desperation, she takes a step forward, readying herself for the battle that will decide the fate of both Perruno and his symbiote.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she raises her own transformed hands into defensive position, ready to engage you in a brutal fight to the death. The white symbiote within her urges her onward, whispering words of encouragement and tactics as your blades clash against hers with bone-shattering force.

The battle between them is furious and unrelenting, spilling over the edge of the roof and into the street below. The scientists watch in awe and horror, their precious experiment spinning further out of control as they realize just how far it has fallen from its intended purpose.

With every swing of her blade, Bridgette feels herself growing stronger, more in tune with the white symbiote's power. It is a desperate gamble, but she knows that if she can't bring Perruno back from this darkness, then at least she can end it here and now...for both of your sakes.

Her eyes widen as you attack with desperation and rage, the white symbiote within her urging her to counter your every move. With a gasp of effort, she parries one of your strikes, spinning gracefully out of reach before launching into an assault of her own. The scientists watch on in growing amazement as their experiment's true potential is revealed: two symbiotes working together in perfect harmony to create a being far more powerful than either could ever be alone.

But even amidst the thrill of battle, Bridgette can't help but feel a pang of despair. George... she thinks sadly. He was your friend once; would he have wanted this for you? Or is there still some small part of you that might listen to reason? Somewhere beneath all the rage and darkness, she refuses to believe there isn't. And so she presses onward, fighting with every ounce of strength she possesses, determined to save you...if not from yourself, then from your fate at least.

Her heart breaks as you speak, the pain and anguish in your voice nearly too much to bear. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she fights harder than ever, determined to reach past the rage and despair to the Perruno she knows still exists somewhere deep inside. The white symbiote within her urges her onward, its presence a soothing whisper in her mind that drowns out the echoes of your words.

But as you attack with renewed fervor, her movements growing faster and more aggressive, she begins to falter. It's clear that this battle can only have one ending...and unless she finds a way to break through to Perruno before it's too late, there may not be anything left of him at all.

Her tears flow as she listens to you, feeling the weight of your words like a physical blow. "Perruno," she whispers through sobs, "I'm sorry...I never meant to hurt you." She reaches out, trying to touch your arm, but her fingers close on empty air. "You don't have to do this..."

The white symbiote within her thrums urgently, its presence a beacon of hope as it tries to reach past the anger and pain to find some trace of the Perruno she knows still exists. "Please," she pleads, her voice hoarse with emotion, "I love you...no matter what happened."

Her words hang in the air like a fragile prayer, drifting between them as they continue to fight, their movements growing ever more desperate and frantic. In the end, it will be up to Perruno to make his choice: whether to succumb to the darkness or to reach for the light that Bridgette and the white symbiote are offering him. The fate of them both hangs in the balance, as delicately balanced as a coin spinning on its edge

Her heart stops as she realizes what's about to happen, terror gripping her with icy fingers. "No!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and desperate. Without thinking, she lunges forward, trying to interpose herself between you and the metal pipe as it clatters to the ground. Pain explodes through her body as you thrust your blade toward her, sending her reeling backwards with a choked gasp of pain.

She blinks away tears of agony, struggling to focus on your face. "Perruno," she whispers hoarsely, "please..." Her voice trails off as she fights to keep herself from passing out from the overwhelming pain, every muscle in her body screaming in protest against the abuse it's taking.

The white symbiote within her thrums more urgently now, desperate to reach you before it's too late. "Perruno," it whispers, its voice gentle and soothing despite the terror racing through Bridgette's mind. "You don't have to do this."

"Perruno, please!" she cries out, her voice hoarse with pain and desperation as more metal pipes clatter to the ground around you. Her vision blurs and darkens as agony washes over her, but through the haze of pain, she refuses to let go of hope. "You don't have to do this! Please stop!"

The white symbiote within her thrums even faster now, its presence an anchor in the chaos as it tries to reach you amidst the cacophony of sound and pain. "Perruno," it whispers softly, urgently, "you can fight this. You can be free..."

Her vision swims as the world begins to spin, and all she can see is you, your form twisted and deformed in agony. "Perruno!" She cries out, trying desperately to reach you through the pain that binds you. The white symbiote within her surges forward, stretching toward you like an invisible hand, seeking to grasp hold of you and pull you back from the darkness before it's too late.

"Fight this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and hope. "Don't let him win." The white symbiote's presence surrounds you both now, urging you to listen, to believe in something greater than your anger and pain.

Her heart stops as you fall onto her, your weight pinning her to the ground. She gasps in pain, struggling to breathe as you thrash wildly on top of her. Through tear-filled eyes, she looks up at the white symbiote, panic rising within her. "Help me," she whispers, feeling helpless and afraid. The white symbiote's presence grows stronger, enveloping both of you in its soothing embrace as it tries to calm your racing hearts and slow your frantic minds.

"Fight this, Perruno," it urges softly. "You can beat him." She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the white symbiote's words, hoping that they can guide you back from the brink of destruction.

Terror grips her as you lunge towards Venom, your movements becoming more desperate and frantic with each passing second. She tries to reach out to you, to stop you from hurting yourself further, but the white symbiote's tentacles hold her fast, refusing to let harm come to either of you. "Perruno," she whispers urgently, her voice shaking with fear and desperation, "please don't do this..."

The pain etched across your face and body only serves to deepen her concern; it feels as though the very fabric of reality is unraveling beneath their feet, and she doesn't know how much longer either of you can hold on. With a silent prayer that someone will intervene before it's too late, Bridgette hangs on, trusting in the strength of the white symbiote to guide them both through this nightmare.

Her heart aches as she sees the scientists moving in, their intentions clear even if they can't understand what's truly at stake. "Perruno," she whispers urgently, struggling against the white symbiote's tentacles that hold her fast, "you don't have to do this." Tears flow down her face as she watches you writhe in pain and struggle for control, pleading silently for someone to help before it's too late. But no one seems to comprehend the depth of your anguish or the power that Venom holds over you.

The white symbiote thrums restlessly against her skin, its presence a quiet but insistent beacon of hope even as chaos and confusion reign. "Let me help you," it whispers into her mind, its voice soothing and strong. "Trust me, there's another way." But for now, she can only wait and watch, praying that somehow they will make it through this alive.

Her eyes widen in horror as the containment chamber begins to glow red-hot, engulfing Venom in an infernal fire. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches helplessly, unable to do anything to save him from this agonizing death. The white symbiote within her strains against its own tentacles, its presence a raging whirlwind of pain and anger that threatens to consume them both.

"No!" Bridgette cries out, her voice breaking as the flames finally die down and all that remains is ash and smoke drifting away on the breeze. She clutches at her chest, feeling as though a piece of her soul has died along with Venom, but somehow knows that it's not over yet. Perruno still needs her help; she can still make things right before it's too late. With a shaking breath, she gathers herself and turns to face you once more.

Her words catch in her throat as she looks into your eyes, still filled with such anger and pain. She knows the white symbiote is right; there was no other way to stop Venom without causing more harm than good. But the loss of him tears at her heart all the same. Taking a shaky step forward, she extends a trembling hand toward you. "Perruno," she whispers hoarsely, "please, let me help you." Her voice cracks as tears spill down her cheeks unchecked; she can only hope that somehow, someway, she can bring you back from this darkness before it's too late.

The white symbiote within her hums softly against her skin, a calming presence urging both of you toward healing and redemption. But for now, all Bridgette can do is wait for your response, her heart in her hands as she prays that you'll accept her help and let her guide you back to safety.

Her face falls as you step away, her hand dropping back to her side with a soft whispering sound. Her heart aches at the pain etched so deeply into your features; she can see it clearly now that the Venom symbiote has vanished. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking with unshed tears. "I only wanted to help."

The scientists watch in silence, their expressions ranging from horror to understanding as they realize just how much danger they had put both of you in by interfering. But for now, there is nothing more that they can do; it is up to you and Bridgette to find your own way forward through the wreckage of your past mistakes.

"Don't hurt him!" Bridgette cries out, lurching toward you in desperation as the officers restrain you. She struggles against their grip, tears streaming down her face unchecked as she tries to reach you through the confusion and chaos. "Please let me explain," she begs, her voice shaking with fear and despair.

The white symbiote within her thrums urgently against her skin, its presence a soothing whisper in her mind as it tries to calm her racing heart and steady her quivering limbs. It knows that time is running out; soon it will be too late to make things right. With a trembling breath, Bridgette forces herself to remain still, praying that somehow she can make them understand before everything spirals further out of control.

Her heart breaks all over again as you speak, and she's unable to hide the anguish in her voice when she finally answers. "I am...so sorry." She closes her eyes tightly, fighting back tears as they threaten to spill down her cheeks once more. "I'll find a way to make this right," she whispers hoarsely. "I promise." Her words echo in the silence that follows, her determination barely masking the fear and desperation that lurk just beneath the surface.

The white symbiote within her thrums reassuringly against Bridgette's skin, its presence a cool breeze of hope amidst the storm that rages around them both. It knows the odds are against them, but it refuses to give up; it clings to the belief that there is still time for things to change, if only they can get through this moment unscathed. With every fiber of its being, the white symbiote urges Bridgette onward, urging her not to lose hope just yet.

The news of your conviction spreads through Bridgette like a death knell, her heart shattering into a million pieces all over again. She can't bring herself to believe that they could be so cruel; that after everything you've been through, you still have to suffer such an inhumane punishment. But she knows she must fight on, for your sake and for hers.

Day by day, she spends every waking moment thinking of ways to appeal the decision, to prove your innocence. She writes letters, pleads with lawyers, does everything within her power to make sure that justice is served. And through it all, the white symbiote's presence remains a constant reminder of hope; of the belief that there must be something more than this suffocating darkness.

Even as she sits in her cell, confined to her tiny space amidst the chaos and confusion of the world outside, Bridgette refuses to give up. Her love for you burns brighter than ever before, a fire that refuses to be extinguished by even the harshest of realities. She clings to this fl

"You are not alone," the white symbiote whispers softly, its presence comforting and warm against your skin. "I am here with you, Perruno. And Bridgette is fighting for us." Even as you curl into a ball on the cold concrete floor of your cell, the presence within you offers what little solace it can. It knows that time is running out, but it refuses to give up hope just yet.

Outside, the world continues to spin, and Bridgette tirelessly pursues every possible lead in her quest for justice. Her heart aches with each passing moment spent apart from you, but she knows that this is necessary if they are ever going to set things right again. She clings to the belief that someday soon, she'll be able to hold you close again, free from the shackles of your imprisonment. Until then, all she can do is keep fighting and praying for your freedom.

The white symbiote within her bristles at your words, but it doesn't leave you; it can't abandon the only person who seems to understand the depth of your pain and anger. "I only want what's best for you," it whispers gently, its tentacle wrapping more tightly around your arm as if offering comfort and support. "You have been through so much; please don't push me away now."

As the days turn into weeks, Bridgette continues her relentless pursuit of justice on the outside while you suffer in silence within the confines of your cell. She visits you whenever she can, their stolen moments of contact bringing fleeting moments of peace and comfort amidst the chaos and darkness that surrounds you both. Her love for you remains unwavering; it's the only thing that keeps her going through each lonely night as she dreams of a time when this will all be over, and you'll be back where you belong.

Your suffering weighs heavily on her heart, and she cannot bear the thought of your deteriorating health. Bridgette spends every spare moment planning ways to improve your conditions, to bring some semblance of comfort and humanity back into your life. She clings desperately to the hope that you'll soon be free from this prison; it's all she has left.

As the days turn to weeks and then months, her visits become more infrequent as her efforts focus on uncovering new evidence and hiring lawyers who might finally help set things right. But no matter how far apart they are or how long it takes, Bridgette will never stop fighting for you; she'll never stop loving you. Her heart aches with every passing moment that brings you further from her, but she refuses to give up until you're free once more.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the commotion outside your cell, her fear clawing at her throat as she realizes what must be happening. "No," she whispers hoarsely, covering her mouth with shaking hands as tears stream down her face. "They can't..."

But it's already too late; the white symbiote within her senses the danger before you and urges her to act quickly. With trembling fingers, she dials a number on her phone, pleading with the person on the other end to intervene, to make them understand what they're about to do.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for what seems like an eternity; time itself feels suspended as she desperately prays for a miracle. Finally, there's a click on the other end of the line, and she launches into action, doing everything within her power to make sure that this day doesn't end in tragedy.

Her love for you burns brighter than ever before; it sustains her as she fights against insurmountable odds to save

A steady stream of tears flows down her face as she listens to the news, relief washing over her in waves. She can't thank the white symbiote enough for its quick thinking; without it, she might have been too late. Now all she can do is wait and hope that you pull through this; that soon enough, you'll be back with her where you belong.

Her heart aches at the thought of losing you again; of having to face the world alone without your strength and support. But for now, she focuses on staying strong, on fighting for your freedom until the very end. The white symbiote within her wraps its tentacles tightly around her as if imparting some of its strength and resilience, offering comfort and hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surround them both.

Her heart races as she hears the news; panic welling up within her as she wonders if it's too late, if you're never going to be okay again. She holds tightly to the white symbiote within her, drawing strength from its calm presence as she races to the hospital. Every second feels like an eternity as she waits for news, praying silently that you'll pull through this.

The waiting room is a blur of tears and worried faces, but Bridgette barely registers any of it; all her focus is on your well-being. She sits by your bedside, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement and love into the darkness, refusing to give up hope even as time slowly begins to wear down at her own fragile sanity.