Poxitarium Invade

Haunted by Night(t)er(r)o(r)s

The thoughts she tried so hard to suppress during the day—the memories of the General’s cruel touch, his twisted words—began to surface, clawing their way into her consciousness. Her body responded to the lingering sensations against her will, a deep, aching need that she couldn’t deny any longer.

Her hand slid down her body, the fabric of her uniform rough against her sensitive skin. She pressed her fingers between her legs, seeking some relief from the storm of emotions that raged within her. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her own arousal filled the small space, mingling with the heady memories of the General’s voice, the way his breath had felt against her neck.

She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as her fingers moved with increasing urgency, the pleasure building in waves. Her back arched, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagined his hands on her again, rough and demanding. Her mind twisted the memory, turning the fear and shame into something darker, something that sent shivers of both pleasure and guilt down her spine.

The scent grew stronger, more overpowering, wrapping around her like a fog. She was lost in the sensation and the deep sleep, her fingers slick and trembling as she brought herself closer to the edge. Her other hand slid up her body, cupping her breast through the fabric, squeezing just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her.

She could see him in her mind, the General’s cold eyes watching her, judging her, and yet… approving. The thought of his approval sent a shock wave through her, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed, a soft cry escaping her lips as she climaxed, the pleasure mingling with the deep-seated shame that made her feel both powerful and powerless.

Alarm sound “Get up worms! Time for another day! Wake up, 10 minutes*

The alarm, repeating three times, sends Kaizu to literally jump from the bed from his deepened sleep as if awakened by burglars in the middle of the night. The soft hum of the sleeping pods, designed to soothe their occupants, is abruptly cut off as the white and blue-wired cocoon that enveloped him falls silent. The rhythmic pulse of the pods, usually so calming, is now replaced by the harsh reality of the room around him.

Kaizu’s eyes quickly scan the room, adjusting to the dim light. The walls are a soothing white, a stark contrast to the sudden rush of adrenaline flooding his senses. Across from the sleeping pods, a set of kitchen appliances—stove, counters, fridge, and sink—are neatly arranged in a line, their black wood finish adding a touch of stark elegance to the otherwise serene space. The appliances sit quietly in the corner, their presence both functional and comforting in the familiar setting.

Near the kitchen area, a small table surrounded by a few chairs sits invitingly, a place for shared meals and brief moments of respite. The table’s surface is clean, ready for the next meal that Kaizu and his comrade might share. The floor beneath his feet is white wood, smooth and cool to the touch, adding to the room’s minimalist, yet homey atmosphere. A single black door stands at the far end of the room, a sharp contrast to the soothing tones that dominate the space, leading out into the unknown beyond their small sanctuary.

Kaizu takes a deep breath, grounding himself in the familiar surroundings. The once calming rhythm of the pods is gone, replaced by the urgency of the alarm still echoing in his mind. His comrade stirs in her pod beside him, the room’s tranquil design a stark contrast to the tension now filling the air.

He dresses fast, taking piece by piece important armor on him and goes to the bathroom to prepare himself as fast as he can. He comes back rushing tho a bit dizzy from last night’s drinks, looking at her pod ~She didn’t wake up yet?... ~ he thinks utterly confused. ~She’s usually waking up as fast as I am..~ , ~This is weird~ he thinks, rubbing his chin while looking at the pod profusely.

“Hey! Wake up!” he says loud hoping she would wake up fast. “You need to wake up” he exclaims again putting his boots on.

~Is she not there?.. ~ he says thoughtful, thinking to go check the sleeping pod she was in.

Kaizu opened the lid of the capsule, and his eyes widened at the sight before him. Her uniform was disheveled, exposing more of her body than she had intended. The glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the dim light, and the sweet, intoxicating scent that had filled the capsule now wafted into the air, wrapping around Kaizu like a drug.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he took in the scene before him. He knew he should look away, should close the lid and leave her to her privacy, but he couldn’t. His eyes were drawn to the way her hand still rested between her legs, the way her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. He felt a primal urge stir within him, something dark that he barely recognized.

~What the hell is happening?~ he thought, his body betraying him as he felt himself grow hard, the tightness in his pants becoming almost unbearable. He tried to tear his gaze away, but the sight of her writhing in pleasure, the soft moans that escaped her lips, was too much to resist.

The room was thick with the scent of her arousal, and it made him dizzy, his thoughts spiraling into places he knew they shouldn’t go. He watched her, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. The tension built within him, a painful, throbbing need that he knew he shouldn’t indulge, but couldn’t stop.

He knew he had to leave, had to pretend this never happened, but he couldn’t move. The sound of her soft, agonized moans, the sight of her hand moving with a desperate rhythm between her legs—it was all too much.

Alarm sound three more minutes!

He bit his lip, hard, trying to regain control, but the throbbing in his groin was relentless.

Finally, with a pained groan, he forced himself to turn away. ~I need to go,~ he thought, half-stumbling toward the door, ready to leave her behind. But as he reached for the handle, something stopped him—guilt, worry, maybe both. He couldn’t just leave her like this. If the General found out… the consequences could be dire.

“Fuck…” he whispered, torn between what he wanted and what he needed to do.

With a deep breath, Kaizu steadied himself, pulling every ounce of willpower to push past the throbbing ache in his pants. He walked back to the capsule, hesitating just for a moment before reaching down to shake her shoulder, trying to rouse her from the trance-like state she was in.

“Hey… you need to wake up,” he said, his voice strained but firm. “We have to go, now.”

Her eyelids fluttered, her hand slowing its movements as she slowly came back to herself. Her gaze was unfocused at first, but then she locked eyes with him, the haze of arousal fading into mortification as she realized where she was—and what she had been doing.

She jerked her hand away from her body, her face flushing with embarrassment. Tears welled up in her eyes, her lip trembling as she tried to find the words to explain herself, but nothing came out.

Unspoken Tension

“I—”

Kaizu cut her off, shaking his head. “Don’t. Just… get dressed. We’re late.”

She nodded, her expression showing terror, confusion and embarassment, her movements hurried and clumsy as she fumbled with her uniform, trying to cover herself as quickly as possible. The sweet scent still lingered in the air, but Kaizu forced himself to ignore it, focusing on getting his mind back to the task at hand. As she dressed, she kept her eyes downcast, unable to meet his gaze, the shame of what had happened too overwhelming to bear.

When she was finally dressed and prepared, they both left the room, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. She could feel Kaizu’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, not after what he had witnessed. The walk through the base was a blur, her mind racing with the fear of what he might think, what he might say.

She decided to avoid Kaizu for the time being. The thought of facing him, of seeing his indifferent eyes, was too much to bear. She dressed quickly, her mind focused on the day ahead, on the tasks she needed to complete, and on the orders the General had given her. She didn’t want to think about what he might demand of her next, but the thought was unavoidable, looming over her like a dark cloud.

As she stepped out of her quarters, the base was already buzzing with activity. The tall, residential complex housing various species loomed overhead, their structures gleaming in the early light. These quarters were a mix of functionality and diversity, designed to accommodate the many beings that called this place home. The walkways between the buildings were wide, bustling with soldiers and workers, all moving with purpose as they prepared for another day in this unforgiving world.

Outside, the base was a hive of movement and noise. Workers of all kinds—from engineers to logistics personnel—hurried along, each absorbed in their tasks. The air was thick with the scent of food wafting from various stalls that lined the pathways. These stalls, offering a range of meals from different worlds, were a hub of activity, with people stopping to grab a quick bite before heading off to their duties.

Nearby, a bar stood open, its doors inviting those seeking a brief respite from the day’s demands. The murmur of conversations, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter, drifted out, mixing with the clinking of glasses and the hum of machinery from the nearby workshops. The bar was a place of escape, where the pressures of the base could be momentarily forgotten over a drink.

Scattered between the buildings were small areas set up for recreation. Mini-games, ranging from target shooting to strategy puzzles, provided a welcome distraction for those with a few moments to spare. The sounds of cheering and friendly competition added a lighthearted contrast to the otherwise serious atmosphere of the base.

She tried to blend in, keeping her head down as she navigated through the crowds. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was watching her, that they all knew what had happened last night. It was a paranoid thought, she told herself, yet it gnawed at her nerves as she moved through the bustling base. The lively atmosphere around her did little to ease the tension coiling in her chest, the familiar surroundings now seeming strange and alien.

She passed by Kaizu’s quarters, the door slightly ajar. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if she should check on him, see if he was ready for the mission. But then she heard laughter—Kaizu’s voice mixed with the giggles of women—and her stomach churned.

A Deadly Test of Loyalty

She quickened her pace, heading towards the command center where she knew the General would be waiting.

The command center was a stark contrast to the rest of the base—cold, sterile, and oppressively silent. The General was there, as she expected, standing over a holographic map of the planet, his expression unreadable. When he noticed her, his eyes flickered with recognition, but he said nothing at first, simply watching her as she approached.

She stood at attention, her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for him to speak. The silence stretched on, the tension thick in the air, until finally, he broke it.

“You remember our conversation from last night, don’t you?” His voice was calm, almost casual, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I remember.”

“Good,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Because I’m going to need you to prove your loyalty today.”

She widened her eyes in despair, trying to make herself look as unbothered as she can.

“What do you need me to do?”

“There’s a mission,” he said, turning back to the map.

“A dangerous one. A spider creature—a particularly rare and valuable specimen—has been spotted not far from here. I want you to capture it. Alive.”

Her heart sank. The spider creatures were notorious on this planet—deadly, cunning, and nearly impossible to capture without significant risk. And yet, there was no room for refusal.

“I understand, Sir,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. The General’s eyes bore into hers, a cold, calculating stare that made her die inside. She knew there was no turning back; this mission was a test, one she couldn’t afford to fail.

“Good,” he replied, his tone dismissive. “Take Kaizu with you. You’ll need his...strength.”

The mention of Kaizu’s name sent a jolt of anxiety through her. The memory of that morning, of his eyes on her as she lay exposed in her capsule, made her blush. But she nodded anyway, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ll make sure he’s ready.”

As she turned to leave, the General called her back, his voice softer but no less commanding. “Remember, girl—fail me, and the consequences will be severe.”He looks at her up and down, savoring her scent by sneezing a bit loud, giving her the hint that he knew somehow, she had wet dreams about him, still keeping his poker face on.

She didn’t respond, tho her eyes widened, she knew he was aware of what just happened, or just paranoia. Panicking, she just gave a sharp nod before leaving the room, the weight of his threat and given impression pressing down on her like a vice. Her mind raced as she walked through the sterile corridors, the General’s words echoing in her head. She knew what failure meant, and it terrified her.

Desperation’s Dark Bargain

The common area was a spacious, inviting space within the Residential Complex, designed for relaxation and social interaction. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, contrasting with the sleek, modern furniture arranged in cozy clusters. The walls were lined with screens displaying serene landscapes from distant worlds, adding to the calming atmosphere.

In the center of the room, a low, oval-shaped table made of dark, polished wood was surrounded by plush chairs and sofas, their deep cushions beckoning anyone to sink in and unwind. A few small, circular tables dotted the area, each topped with a glowing centerpiece that emitted a gentle, pulsating light.

The floor was a smooth, cool stone inlaid with subtle, intricate patterns that caught the light in just the right way, giving the space a sense of understated elegance. Along one wall, a small bar area offered a selection of drinks and snacks, the bottles and containers neatly arranged on glass shelves, reflecting the soft light.

Kaizu lounged casually on one of the sofas, his posture relaxed as he engaged in quiet conversation with the same women from the night before. They were seated close to him, their laughter a soft murmur in the otherwise tranquil room. The atmosphere was one of easy camaraderie, a brief respite from the pressures of their lives within the complex.

He was more sober now, his eyes clearer, but there was still a laziness in his posture, a casual indifference that irritated her. When he saw her, a slow smirk spread across his face, but there was something darker behind it—an undercurrent of knowing, of something unsaid.

“Hey,” he said, standing up and stretching. His gaze lingered on her, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that made her feel small and hopeless. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every detail, and it made her want to disappear.

She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the reminder of what had happened earlier that morning. The shame was too fresh, too raw, and the way he looked at her made it worse. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her voice curt and to the point. “We have a mission.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her tone. “A mission, huh? What’s the rush?”

“The General’s orders,” she snapped, the words coming out harsher than she intended. “We don’t have time for this.”

Kaizu stood up slowly from the plush sofa, his movements deliberate and almost predatory. His eyes, once filled with casual mirth, darkened as he looked at her, the playful smirk fading into something far more intense and unsettling. There was an intent in his gaze that she couldn’t quite place—a mix of curiosity and something darker, something that made her pulse quicken with unease. He didn’t say a word, but the silence spoke volumes as he finally nodded, his lips curling into a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, alright. Lead the way.”

As they left the comfort of the common area, the transition to the outside world was abrupt. The walls of the base were tall and sturdy, built to withstand anything this unforgiving planet might throw at them. The complex itself was a fortress of steel and glass, designed with both functionality and the aesthetic appeal of a futuristic stronghold. Soldiers, workers, and various species bustled about, the hum of activity ever-present as they passed by food stalls, a bar serving alien brews, and even a small area dedicated to entertainment and mini-games. The sounds of laughter and conversation faded into the background as they made their way to the outer gates.

The massive gates creaked open, revealing the vast wilderness beyond the protective walls of the base. The forest before them stood like a dark, looming sentinel, its dense canopy blotting out much of the sky, save for patches of deep purple that peeked through the treetops. The air was thick with the scent of alien flora, rich and heady, a mixture of sweet and earthy aromas that seemed to cling to everything. The ground was soft beneath their feet, covered in a thick layer of moss that squished slightly with every step, its vibrant green contrasting starkly with the shadowy undergrowth.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the light dimmed, filtered through the thick foliage above. The trees towered over them, their trunks wide and twisted, covered in a network of glowing vines that pulsed faintly with a bioluminescent light. Strange, luminous plants dotted the forest floor, their soft glow casting an otherworldly hue on their surroundings.

Kaizu moved with confidence, his eyes scanning the forest as if he knew exactly what he was looking for. His gaze still held that unsettling darkness, but there was also an ease in his movements, a familiarity with the alien terrain. At one point, he paused to kneel beside a cluster of glowing plants. Without hesitation, he plucked one and brought it to his lips, biting into the soft, jelly-like flesh. The plant emitted a soft crunch, and the glowing juice dripped down his chin as he chewed, his eyes never leaving her.

“These are all edible,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Everything here is.” The implication in his tone made her to look down in fear and digust but she forced herself to stay focused, to not show any sign of the unease creeping up inside her. The forest around them seemed to close in, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of some unseen creature. The purple sky above, visible in fragments through the canopy, gave the whole scene a surreal, almost dreamlike quality—except this dream was tinged with the sharp edge of danger.

“Why so serious?” Kaizu’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she realized he had been watching her closely, studying her. His voice was low, almost a purr, laced with a twisted amusement that sent shivers down her spine.

“This is serious,” she replied, not bothering to hide her frustration. “The General wants that spider creature alive.”

Kaizu’s expression darkened, his smirk fading into something more predatory. “Yeah, I get it. But you need to relax. We’ve faced worse than this.”

“Have we?” she muttered under her breath, but Kaizu didn’t respond.

They continued in silence, the forest growing denser and more oppressive with each step. The sounds of the alien world—strange, eerie calls and rustlings in the underbrush—kept her on edge. Every sound seemed like it could be the creature they were hunting, or worse, something hunting them.

Finally, they reached the area where the spider creature was last spotted. The ground was littered with the remains of its prey—crushed bones, discarded skins, and the sticky, iridescent webs that the creatures used to trap their victims. The sight was enough to twist her insides, but she forced herself to focus.

Kaizu moved ahead, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a practiced intensity. “It’s here,” he murmured, his voice low. “I can feel it.”

She nodded, her grip tightening on her weapon. They moved cautiously, every step measured, every breath quiet. The tension was almost unbearable as they approached a clearing where the webs were thickest, the air heavy with the scent of decay.

And then, they saw it—a massive, hulking form crouched at the center of the clearing, its eight eyes glinting in the dim light. The spider creature was even more terrifying up close, its body covered in hard, chitinous plates, its fangs dripping with venom.

Kaizu tensed beside her, his muscles coiled and ready to strike.

“You take the left, I’ll go right,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as they began to circle the creature, standing 1.30 m tall.The spider’s eyes followed their movements, its body tensing as it sensed the threat.

“Now!” Kaizu shouted, and they both sprang into action.

The battle was a blur of movement—Kaizu’s powerful strikes, the spider’s venomous fangs snapping inches from their flesh, and her own frantic attempts to ensnare the creature in the specially designed trap. But as the battle raged on, her nerves began to fray. Every movement of the beast sent a fresh wave of terror through her. The creature’s massive form shifted with terrifying speed, its venomous fangs snapping dangerously close to her. She could feel the heat of its breath, the primal, animalistic rage in its eyes.

Her hands trembled as she tried to operate the trap, but her fear was overwhelming—paralyzing. Kaizu was a blur of motion, striking at the creature with ruthless precision. But she was faltering, her panic rising to the surface. The trap slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground uselessly. She gasped, her heart pounding, realizing she had lost control.

The creature snarled, sensing her weakness, and began to turn its attention toward her. Its eyes, filled with predatory intent, locked onto hers, and she felt a cold dread settle in her chest. She was frozen, unable to move, unable to think, as the creature closed in on her.

“Kaizu!” she cried out, her voice trembling with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes, her lip quivering as she looked at him, desperation etched across her innocent, scared face. Her wide eyes, brimming with tears, pleaded with him, a silent cry for help.

Kaizu glanced at her, his eyes narrowing as he took in her expression. There was something pitiful about the way she looked at him, something that stirred a satisfaction within him. The creature was moments away from breaking free, and they were out of time. Her desperation was palpable, and in her panic, she remembered the General’s ominous words.

“I’ll do anything, Kaizu,” she pleaded, her voice raw with fear and vulnerability.

“Anything, just help me.. ”

Kaizu’s expression shifted, a dark glint flickering in his eyes. His heart pounded with something more than just adrenaline, something darker, more sinister. He could see the way she trembled, the way her tears spilled over her cheeks, and it awakened something in him—a sick desire to see just how far she would go.

“Anything, really?” he asked, his voice low and laced with a cruel amusement. He took a step closer to her, his gaze locked on her tear-streaked face, watching as she nodded frantically, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Yes, please.. ” she begged, her voice trembling, her body shaking with fear.

A slow, deeper smile spread across Kaizu’s face. Without another word, he launched himself at the creature with renewed vigor. His strikes were precise and deadly, each blow weakening the beast until it finally collapsed, subdued and caught in the trap she had failed to set.

As the creature was contained, she collapsed to her knees, trembling. Relief flooded through her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the realization of the deal she had made. Kaizu’s presence loomed over her, his expression unreadable, a knowing smirk that sent chills down her spine. Kaizu presses on the comm link and makes a call. He waits and after some time, he connects to somebody.

“Bring the van, he’s captured. I’ll send you the coordinates.”

Victory Tainted by Shadows

The journey back to the base was marked by the wildness of the forest and the imposing structure that awaited them. The forest, with its twisted trees and bio luminescent plants, gradually thinned out as they walked, the thick undergrowth giving way to a more open landscape. The deep purple of the sky began to lighten as they approached the base, the dense canopy overhead receding until only a few scattered trees stood between them and the towering walls of the Residential Complex.

The base was situated about a mile from the edge of the forest, a distance that had felt much longer in the eerie silence of the alien woods. Now, as they walked back, the base loomed ahead like a beacon of civilization amidst the untamed wilderness. The walls, reinforced with steel and advanced composites, stood tall and unwavering, their surfaces smooth and dark, reflecting the faint glow of the alien flora they had just left behind.

As they neared the gates, the faint hum of activity from within the base grew louder. The sounds of machinery, the chatter of various species, and the rhythmic thud of boots on metal echoed through the air. The massive gates, designed to keep out the dangers of the world beyond, slowly creaked open as they approached, revealing the bustling life within. The base was a hive of activity, even at this hour, with soldiers and workers moving with purpose, some carrying out repairs, others engaged in various tasks that kept the complex running smoothly.

They passed through the gates after scanning their Pox Insignias, leaving the wilds behind, and the atmosphere immediately shifted. Inside the base, everything was orderly and precise, a contrast to the chaotic beauty of the forest. The pathways were lined with lights that cast a warm, artificial glow, guiding them toward the heart of the complex. As they walked, they passed by the food stalls and entertainment areas once more, now quieter as the day wound down, but still alive with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter.

Their destination, however, was the General’s commanding center, located deep within the base. They navigated through the labyrinth of corridors, each turn taking them closer to the center of operations. The walls here were lined with sleek panels, displaying readouts of various operations and tactical data. The lighting was dimmer, more focused, giving the area an air of seriousness and urgency.

Finally, they arrived at the General’s command center—a large, circular room dominated by a central holographic display table that projected a 3D map of the surrounding area, including the forest they had just left. The General, as always, stood tall, overseeing everything with a commanding presence.

Kaizu glanced at her, his earlier intensity subdued but still present in the tightness of his posture. He stepped forward, and together, they entered the room, ready to report on the mission they had just completed. The doors slid shut behind them, sealing them in the nerve center of the base, where decisions of life and death were made.She stood at attention, her body tense as she awaited his judgment.

“You’ve done well,” the General said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“But I suspect it wasn’t easy. Tell me, girl, how did you manage to capture the creature?”

She hesitated, glancing at Kaizu. The weight of her promise hung heavy in the air. The General’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing her discomfort.

“Kaizu helped me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The General’s gaze flickered between the two of them, his expression unreadable. After a tense moment, he gave a slight nod. “Very well. Dismissed.”

They left the command center in silence, the tension between them thick and suffocating. She could feel Kaizu’s eyes on her, the weight of his gaze heavy with unspoken promises. As they walked through the dim corridors, her mind raced with everything that had happened, the shame and fear twisting in her gut.

Each step felt heavier than the last, her heart pounding in her chest as the weight of her decisions pressed down on her. She couldn’t shake the memory of Kaizu’s gaze, the way he had looked at her in the forest, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite name—something that made her skin crawl and left her feeling queasy.

She tried to focus on the tasks ahead, to lose herself in the routine of the day, but it was impossible. The mission had been a success, but the cost was high. She had compromised herself, had begged Kaizu for help in a way that made her feel dirty, ashamed. She’s been forced by the General but that doesn’t make it any less shameful. And now, with every glance he threw her way, she could feel the power he held over her, the knowledge that she was indebted to him in a way she couldn’t escape.

Kaizu walked beside her, his expression unreadable, but she could sense the shift in him—the way his gaze lingered on her, the way his lips curled into a faint smirk whenever she looked away. There was a new dynamic between them now, one she hadn’t anticipated and wasn’t prepared for. His mind, she realized, was a twisted maze of desires and dominance, and she had unwittingly given him the key.

She kept her head down, unable to meet his gaze, the shame burning in her cheeks. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if every thought, every fear, was laid bare before him. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the silence between them thick and suffocating.

As they neared the exit of the base, Kaizu finally spoke, his voice low and dripping with dark amusement. “You know, you didn’t have to beg. But I suppose it’s nice to know just how far you’re willing to go… to survive.” His words made her skin crawl, and she clenched her fists, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, the words caught in her throat. The reality of what she had done, of what she had promised, was too much to bear. She had offered herself to him, had handed over her virginity in exchange for his help, and now she was paying the price.

Kaizu’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her struggle. The sight of her trembling, her wide, fearful eyes, the way her lips quivered with unspoken words—it was all too delicious. He found himself enjoying this new power he had over her, the way she was now bound to him, not just by duty, but by something far more personal.

As they stepped outside, the harsh light of the alien two suns assaulted her senses, momentarily blinding her. She welcomed it, hoping it would wash away the darkness that had settled over her thoughts, but it was no use. The reality of her situation clung to her like a shadow, impossible to escape.

She turned away from Kaizu, desperate to put distance between them, but his hand caught her wrist, holding her in place. “Don’t forget our deal,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with a dark promise.

“You owe me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she nodded, too afraid to defy him. She could feel his eyes on her, raking over her body, lingering on the places where her uniform clung too tightly to her skin. His gaze was heavy, filled with unspoken desires that sent a tremor through her.

As she pulled her wrist free and walked away, her mind raced with the only escape she could think of—losing herself in her duties, in the mundane tasks that required no thought, no emotion. It was the only way to survive, to keep herself from drowning in the shame and fear that threatened to consume her.

But even as she tried to focus, tried to block out the memories of the day, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Kaizu’s eyes on her, watching, waiting. His voice echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of the deal she had made, the power he now held over her.

Kaizu watched her go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. She was his now and as he turned back towards the base, a dark thought crossed his mind, one that made his smirk widen into something far more sinister.

~She’s going to learn just how far she’ll have to go to keep surviving.~