Shit, shit, shit!
How the hell did this even happen?! I just wanted another person to talk with- No, hell, I just wanted to some bullets, so I can feel safe, not killing another person!
I already pointed my gun at the man's head, but obviously, my hand was trembling a bit. Damn it, do I really have to do this? This is going to cloud my mind for god knows how long!
I looked at the man's eyes; they were empty. He accepted that his death was coming, and if anything, he looked like he was relieved.
"H-Hey..." I managed to utter out, "W-What's your name?"
"...Damien." I can feel it in his voice that he was in so much pain. Damn it, damn it all! There wasn't anything like this in the game!
I wanted to get this over with, the man was in excruciating pain, but... My finger didn't move.
I gulped, and managed to barely utter out another question.
"Do you... have a dying wish? Any regrets?"
Damien managed to somehow let a chuckle, "Many... So many, in fact, that I can't even begin to mention all of it."
Shit, I shouldn't have asked that, I feel worse now! Why am I supposed to do this? Why me? Why not just shoot yourself and be done with it, you selfish bastard?!
No- what am I thinking? My thoughts are clouding my judgement, and I just want to get out of here. But, the man gave me his gun. This is the only thing I can do for him. I couldn't even ask him any questions about this place.
Somehow, someway, my finger began to slowly move, the trigger about to be pulled. Eve kept on whining, even she is uncomfortable in this situation.
I managed to mutter out, "Goodbye." to which he responded with a small smile and a nod.
Well, here goes nothing, I'm about to kill a man.
Three.
Two.
One-
"Stop right there."
I felt like a chill struck me down to every cell in my body, as my hairs stood on their ends, just like every time when I encounter danger. My entire body stopped, I couldn't even move a finger now.
The voice came from behind me, and it was quiet. Yet, I can feel it, it was filled with such hatred and killing intent that it shook me down to my core, and worst of all, it was filled with strength, despite it being quiet.
It was the voice of a woman. Shit, this didn't bode well. Even Damien had a look of utter shock.
Slowly, very slowly, I managed to barely turn my head around, and looked at her.
She, she was like those plant monsters I've seen on the computer when I first arrived here. But, this one seemed more mature, she had way more tentacles coming out of her, and her hair, which was made of leafs, was far longer than the other ones. She was a humanoid, although just like the plant ones, her skin was light green, and her eyes a frightening scarlet red. She was much taller as well, and her breasts were, to be blunt, far larger than those plant ones. Still, she kept it hidden under what seemed like a shirt made out of plants. She had a flower for a skirt that almost covered all of her lower half.
And from her gaze- I could tell, it wasn't like the gazes of the plant monsters like before, or like Eve, they weren't a lustful gaze, wanting to violate me.
No- these were of someone that wanted to kill me! There was no compassion in it, just pure killing intent!
And this pressure- Shit, this wasn't the type of pressure that wants me to take off my clothes and submit to her, no, this was the type of pressure that made me want to grovel and beg for forgiveness.
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A World of Monster Girls
FantasyIt all started because of that game. It was an erotic game, really. In it, a massive apocalypse happened, filled with monster girls to the brim. And what do these monster girls want? To suck you up dry, of course! Now, usually in these games, you ge...