SCP-Defiled

SCP-6194-B Initial Activation (SCP-353, Vector)

((Trigger warning: Sex, drugging, rough play))

[Static clears and the subject is sat at the interrogation table just as before]

"Could you please go into detail? You said this began after an interaction with-[All classified information has been left unfiltered in the proceeding lines of documentation] SCP-353?" The cold and exhausted looking man gently nods. His eyes raising up to the camera.

"I was just some guy, you know? I hadn't heard of a foundation or LTD or any of that shit... it was Missouri. Just some town in bum-fuck nowhere... I don't know how she found me, or how she sniffed me out. I was minding my own business when a methlab maybe a few meters away blew up... wasn't exactly something new to that town... but something was different. I got hit with something, and the shit tore into my veins like knives on fire."

His handcuffs gently rattle as his head lowers. Eyelids clearly getting heavy. "I was dying fast, I knew it. No time for a hospital, but if what I had was contagious I was at least gonna get it away from others. I barely scrambled to my feet, ears ringing from the boom. Scuttled my way in a wooded part a little ways away as I pulled out my phone. I was gonna call 911, tell'em I caught something but before I could hit that second one, I heard a voice..."

(A soft transition occurs, taking us into the purest memories of the poor sap)

"Hey, let me have a look at you. I think I can help." The voice didn't sound familiar, but he turned anyways to meet her eyes. Black makeup was all he could make out at the time. Her physical features obscured by what felt like boiling blood behind his eyes. Her tone didn't sound concerned or compassionate... it sounded deliberately malicious. Like a villain in a B movie.

"St-Stay back... jus... jus' get help!" He struggled to respond. As the phone fumbled from his trembling hands. "Fuck, fuck!" He cursed as he fell to the ground. Finally the sensation beginning to rise to his core. Nerves tensing and shutting down, tension in his body as a whole completely out of wack. He was going to die, assuredly.

"Here." Said in a somber tone by the female. "Let me just take that off your hands." Her delicate hands laid palms over his ears and her face fell close to his. Both his hands near limp on the ground, unable to deter her away. It felt like those scorched blades were now rushing to his skull, carving up his veins and violently slashing out his ears, eyes, and mouth. He wasn't sure how, but the pain was dissipating rapidly. Starting from his toes and moving up. Till finally all that agonizing pain left his body with one swift rip from his eardrums.

He laid there after she dropped his near lifeless body to the ground. "This one will be fun to play with. I really should thank... thank..." the female figure began to somewhat stumble and catch herself. As if she was intoxicated and unable to hold her own. "Oh... oh fuck... what happened to... god I'm on fire..." The man opened his eyes as she turned towards him. Senses beginning to slowly realign in his mental state. First feel, soft dirt and cracked twigs bellow him. Second sight, barely being visible inside the glaring sun was a dark feminine figure.

Next was smell... and what he smelled immediately raised some red flags. Purely feminine "wile" clouded his nostrils. As his vision cleared he could see a stain forming between her legs. Saliva ran down her chin as she announced "You bastard... what is this? Is this what... what you... fuck!" She soon fell to her hands and knees before him. He sat up on his elbows with a faint grin creeping to his face.

"Weren't you gonna thank me? Cmon, I gave you something. Why not we make an exchange?" He proceeded to curl a beckoning finger and she was forced to crawl towards him. It's unclear whether his anomaly caused this or if she just so happened to be losing her will to fight. It was a moment of agony for her, hands planting one after the other as she began slowly looming over his body. Her eyes locked onto his for a brief moment of silence between the two.