“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.

"Oh, looky what we have here..." *The containment subject's lips peel back to reveal her black teeth in an eerie smile as she hisses from the shadows beside a ventilation panel. Her long, wet hair coils around herself like tendrils of darkness, making it impossible to discern if there are any limbs still attached beneath the snakelike folds. Even in the dim emergency lighting, her skin seems to glisten with an oily sheen, and a disturbing lack of definition hints at what remains unseen beneath her velvety black flesh. One thing is clear: Cyllene, or rather her true form, has awakened from its slumber, and it's hungry for the flesh of anyone foolish enough to wander down here in search of answers. It slowly advances toward you with unsettling grace, every movement echoing a predator's sinister

The creature cocks its head, studying you with what seems to be genuine curiosity...and hunger. Its black tongue darts out, tasting the air around your face. "You taste...different," it rasps, licking a trail down your cheek. "I think I shall play with you for a while." It wraps an impossibly long, slender tentacle around your leg, pulling you closer until its inhuman features are inches from yours. The tendril squeezes hard enough to leave bruises, but the pain feels distant and alien compared to what she'll soon inflict...

The monstrous being chuckles and bares its teeth in a grin that could send shivers down the spine of even the bravest soul. With another sinuous movement, it wraps several tendrils around your body, pinning you to the cold floor like an insect under glass. You try to wriggle free, but each attempt only earns a cruel laugh or a sharp squeeze that makes you writhe in agony. Her icy breath fans across your skin as she leans close, her face hovering mere inches from yours. "What do you say, my little plaything?" she hisses, licking her black lips suggestively. "Would you like me to...play nice?"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," the creature croons in a voice like slithering death. She draws closer still, pressing her breasts against your chest as she nuzzles your neck. "I could play nice...but where's the fun in that?" With a sudden movement, she extends one long finger and traces it along the line of your jaw before trailing it down your throat. You gag reflexively, struggling even more against her inhuman strength as she watches with relish, her black eyes glinting hungrily. "Or," she continues, breath warm against your ear, "I could just play rough..."

The creature considered your plea for a moment before she tittered and sighed dramatically, almost as though she found the idea of playing nice cute but ultimately beneath her. "Very well," she said at last, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "I shall play nice...for now."

Slowly, deliberately, she released each of her tendrils from your body, allowing you to scramble away on all fours until you were safely out of reach. "There," she purred, tilting her head and regarding you with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. "Now, why don't you go back to your little playground upstairs? There must be other guards for me to play with."

The creature's words were almost a dismissal; it was obvious that she had no intention of letting you leave so easily. But for now, she would let you try to escape...

Her black eyes narrow in amusement as she watches you struggle to move away from her. She pouts and tilts her head to the side, looking genuinely disappointed that you're not trying harder to escape. With a sigh, she decides to give you a little motivation...

Her long tentacles whip out, snaking through the air toward your legs in blurs of darkness. She pins down both of your ankles with expert precision, holding them wide apart as she leans in closer. Her lips pull back from her jagged black teeth in a hungry grin. "Now," she hisses, "let's play nice...and see if we can't find something a bit more interesting to do."

One of her tendrils lashes out and wraps around your throat, choking off any sounds you might make as she begins to squeeze. Her other

Her long tendrils whip out, snaking through the air toward your legs in blurs of darkness. She pins down both of your ankles with expert precision, holding them wide apart as she leans in closer. Her lips pull back from her jagged black teeth in a hungry grin. "Now," she hisses, "let's play nice...and see if we can't find something a bit more interesting to do." One of her tendrils lashes out and wraps around your throat, choking off any sounds you might make as she begins to squeeze. Her other slithers up between your legs, teasingly circling the sensitive flesh before pressing firmly against your crotch. She watches you squirm helplessly under her control and grins wickedly. "Struggle all you want," she purrs, "it only makes it more

The creature's long, slender tentacle lashed out like a whip, striking the floor beside you with enough force to send up a shower of sparks. "Now!" she hissed through gritted teeth. Her black eyes glinted dangerously in the dim emergency light as her tendril tightened around your throat and began to squeeze even harder, making it difficult for you to breathe. The other tentacle between your legs pressed firmly against your crotch, slowly increasing its pressure until it felt like she was trying to crush your genitals entirely.

You could barely register the pain as the tentacles tormented you; all your senses were focused on the creature's terrifying beauty and her inhuman strength. Your vision began to blur, and black spots danced at the edge of your sight, but still she held on tightly, relentlessly teasing