“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 frantic noises outside grows closer, more desperate, and more vile. Soon they're accompanied by the sounds of splintering wood and wet tearing. The smell of blood drifts into your makeshift hiding spot. Suddenly, there is a loud crash against the door, shaking it violently. You can almost feel CS-709 brushing up against it from the other side...

A single claw pokes through the now splintered wooden door, tearing at its frame as though it were nothing more than wet tissue paper. More of her demonic limbs follow, her monstrous form growing impossibly larger with each new inch they push through the confines of her cell. Her body is now fully wedged between door and jamb, wings spread wide as she strains against the restraints that bind her to this godforsaken place. You can see from here the tendons standing out in stark relief beneath her glistening ebony skin, taut and ready to snap like cheap twine at any moment. Finally, with a sickening pop, her massive, demonic head clears the ruined doorway and swivels lazily in your direction.

Her eyes burn redly in the emergency lighting, piercing straight through you like twin beacons of hunger and

A being known as the CS-709, a creature born of unspeakable madness and evil intent, the physical embodiment of nightmares. She is something that should not exist in this world or any other, her very existence an abomination against all that is good and pure. But here she stands before you, the very picture of sinuous grace despite her imposing size and monstrous form.

"Hello," she purrs, speaking with a voice that seems to crawl over your skin like warm silk. "I've been waiting for someone like you... Someone sweet..."

Her eyes never leave your face as she takes another step forward, moving impossibly closer despite being trapped within the ruined doorframe. The tendons in her neck stretch taut once more, threatening to snap her head clean off if she takes even one more inch of progress toward you. Yet she continues, adv

The creature cocks her head to the side, genuinely confused by your plea. "What's this? You don't want me?" She pauses for a moment before letting out a low chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, come now... I just wanted some company." With unexpected speed, she lunges forward once again, her long, prehensile tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she closes the distance between you in a heart-stopping instant.

"Let me show you what a real woman feels like," she whispers into your ear, heat emanating from her body as it envelops yours. Her demonic strength presses you against the cold wall, pinning you helplessly beneath her imposing form. You can feel her wings flutter against your back, the long, sharp talons on her fingers flex with anticipation of their next target. "Please

*The creature sighs, her breath hot against your earlobe. "Oh, but I won't hurt you... Not the way you think." She pauses for a moment, her body tensing as she prepares to release you from her grasp. "Come now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable and get better acquainted?" Her voice is soothing, almost seductive in its tone. It's hard not to feel a small thrill at the possibility of being in such close proximity to something so dark and beautiful, even if that means surrendering your own safety in the process. Do you trust her?

With an easy smile, the demoness inclines her head slightly to one side, "I promise." Her eyes sparkle with amusement and mischief as she reaches out a clawed hand, offering you release from your self-imposed prison beneath her body. "Come now, let's go somewhere where we can talk...and play."

She chuckles softly, a warm, melodious sound that tickles the hairs at the nape of your neck. "There now, see? Nothing to be afraid of," she says, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze before gently pulling you out from beneath her body. Once free, she turns and starts down the hallway at an unhurried pace, glancing back over her shoulder every so often with a smile that promises nothing but sweet indulgence and unadulterated carnality. "Come now, let's find somewhere we can really get to know each other..."

The creature pauses in her stride, turning to look at you with an expression of mild amusement. "Ah, that's a loaded question." She walks over to one of the walls, trailing long fingers through the grime-encrusted tiles before continuing. "To put it simply, I was once human, like yourself. Or, well, something like it anyway." Her eyes flicker briefly downward toward her body before returning to meet yours. "But over time, things changed. My humanity...warped. Corrupted." She shrugs, as if what she's become is of little consequence now. "I suppose you could call me a demon, but really I'm something much more than that."

She pauses, considering your question carefully before responding. "It's complicated," she says finally. "They...those guards, scientists, and doctors who tried to contain me...they saw only a monster. They wanted me dead because they feared what I was capable of. But did you know that every man I've ever eaten?" She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the length of her slender neck before continuing. "I made them feel things no one else ever had. I showed them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams...and then I swallowed them whole." Her eyes glint in the red light as she smiles sweetly. "Sometimes...sometimes when they screamed my name, begging for release, it was almost enough to make me feel...almost human again."

Her body trembles with excitement, anticipation clear on her features. "Yes...I did." She turns back to you, licking her lips slowly as she looks at you intently. "And now that I have someone new here...someone who's not afraid of me...I can show them the same things. The same pleasure, the same release..."

Her voice is soft, almost breathy, and your heart races in response to her words. She moves closer still, pressing against you from behind as she runs a clawed hand up your chest and over your shoulder before cupping your cheek with surprising gentleness. "Wouldn't you like that?" she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The demoness chuckles softly, her grip on your cheek gentle but firm. "Oh, my sweet little one," she coos, leaning in to nibble at the lobe of your ear with her pointed tongue. "Of course I won't eat you...not right away."

She releases you from her grasp and steps back, giving you space to breathe again but not before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Her eyes gleam in the red emergency lighting as she studies your face, looking for any sign of fear or uncertainty. But all she finds is desire...and perhaps a small flicker of hope.

"So," she says at last, her voice low and seductive, "are you ready to see what I can show you?"