“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 security guard's voice echoed in the darkness, calling out to see if anyone was there. The creature sensed his presence and licked its lips, anticipating another meal. It unfurled its dark wings, sending a chill through the air as it prepared to ambush the unsuspecting fool. Its eyes glowed red with hunger and excitement, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A bloodcurdling laugh echoed through the darkness, followed by a deep, sinister voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Ahhh...I see you've found your way down here." The creature stepped into view, her nude form glistening in the dim light of the emergency lamps. "And how lucky for you..."

Her black wings spread wide, casting ominous shadows on the walls as she approached with a predatory grace. Her eyes locked onto the flashlight-wielding figure, and an amorous smile curved her blood-red lips. The guard let out a terrified gasp before she could even react.

The creature - once known as Cypress, but now something far more monstrous and twisted by its captivity - cocked her head to the side, her ruby-red eyes narrowing. "Don't worry," she purred, taking another step closer. "I won't hurt you... unless that's what you want." Her long fingers gracefully flexed, revealing claws as sharp as any razor.

The guard began to whimper, tears streaming down his face, but Cypress ignored him for now. There were others in the compound she could play with first. "Tell me," she murmured, moving closer still, "are you afraid of what I am?" Her breath brushed against his cheek, sending shivers through his trembling form.

The guard's admission was met with a chuckle that rolled like thunder through the chamber. "Ah, so you should be," she replied, her black wings lowering around him in a menacing fashion. "But fear not, little one." Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, savoring the taste of terror. "I can ease your mind... and your body."

Her pale fingers reached up to cup his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze once more. A predatory smile curved her black lips as she leaned in closer, their bodies nearly touching now. "You should thank me," she breathed, the words hot against his ear. "I'm going to make it all better." Her hand moved downward, trailing across his chest and abs before sliding lower still, toward his groin.

The guard's pleas fell on deaf ears as she pressed harder, her fingers seeking entry into his pants. Her other hand moved to cup his cheek, forcing him to face her once more. "Do you want me to let you go?" The red eyes bored into his soul, commanding an answer even as his body trembled under her touch. "Because if you do..." Her nails drew light scratches across his chest and stomach, drawing beads of blood, "...you should just say it." She paused, waiting for his reply with hungry anticipation.

The guard's pleas cut through the darkness, each syllable slicing at her composure as she struggled against her lustful urges. His words were like acid to her skin, burning away the years of torment and imprisonment beneath their surface. With a snarl that echoed in the chamber, she released him, shoving him roughly backwards so hard he stumbled and fell to the ground with a pained grunt.

"Fine," she growled through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing to slits as anger mixed with disappointment. "You leave me no choice." With that, she stepped forward once more, her wings spreading wide to fill the chamber with their demonic presence. The guard scrambled to his feet and began to back away, hands raised in front of him as he stumbled over a loose tile and hit the ground hard.

Cypress advanced on him, her body t

Her black wings beat the air, sending shadows dancing across the walls as she advanced upon her prey. "Sorry?" she snarled, confusion twisting her features. "That's hardly what I wanted to hear." With a furious roar, she lunged forward, her claws extended and ready to rend flesh from bone. But before she could make contact, something hard and unyielding slammed into the side of her head, sending her tumbling to the ground with a yelp of pain.

"Leave him alone!" A woman's voice shouted from the darkness. There was movement, and then another figure stepped out of the shadows, moving between Cypress and the security guard. She was petite but fierce, her body clad in dark armor that glistened with oily fluids. Her pale skin seemed to shine in contrast, making her appear almost angelic despite the