“Evan, why did you lock the door?”
I asked him, my voice edged with tension. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me with cold intensity. My hand slid cautiously to my back, where I grasped the taser, preparing for whatever might come next.
“I’m getting impatient, Jessica,” Evan said, his voice thick with frustration. “Do you have any idea how many years I’ve spent trying to win you over? It’s been five long years. In that time, I’ve had five other women, and honestly, I could have lived with that. But I can’t stand the thought of you becoming someone else’s.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confusion mingling with fear.
“I’m going to take matters into my own hands, Jessica,” he said with a chilling calmness as he started to strip off his clothes, revealing his muscular form.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked, struggling to keep the fear out of my voice.
“I know there are laws against forcing a woman to become someone’s property, but if I fuck you enough to make you submit to my dick, then you’ll be mine willingly, won’t you?”
The cold, predatory gleam in his eyes was terrifying. He wasn’t joking at all.
“You’re delusional,” I said, my voice quaking with a mix of terror and disbelief.
“I might be,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Who wouldn’t go crazy after being ignored by you for so many years? I’ve wanted to fuck you since college. Remember those days? I was practically crawling out of my skin, desperate to fuck you. I wanted to make you surrender to my cock so badly. The only thing that held me back was our so-called friendship. But now? I’m losing my mind. I can’t stand the thought of your beauty fading with age and stress, and I sure as fuck won’t let anyone else touch you. So before anyone else gets the chance, I’m going to take what’s mine.”
He moved toward me with a predatory slowness, and I retreated until my back pressed against the cold wall. My hand tightened around the taser, and I pointed it at him, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and raw adrenaline.
“Stay where you are and don’t come any closer!” I shouted, trying to keep my voice firm.
Evan tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “What’s that going to do? You do realize I’ve trained in self-defense, right? Especially with small-range melee weapons. Do you really think a taser will make any difference?”
“Kh…” I clicked my tongue in frustration. Of course, I knew that already.
“Well, if you understand that resistance is pointless, why don’t you just let me do it? I’m sure you’ll enjoy being fucked by me.”
He started closing in on me again. I swung the taser at him desperately, but before I could make contact, he delivered a sharp kick to my hand, sending the taser flying across the room with a clatter.
“I told you, resistance is futile. Why can’t you get that through your head?!” His voice was filled with cruel satisfaction as he advanced and slammed a powerful punch into my gut.
“Guh…!”
The force of the punch expelled all the air from my lungs in a painful whoosh. My vision blurred as my knees gave way, and I crumpled to the floor, collapsing onto my knees, struggling to catch my breath.
“I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary, so I suggest you stay still,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl.
He climbed on top of me, his hands rough and invasive as he began tearing at my clothes. But then, he paused, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
“Actually, I like seeing you in that lab gown. Maybe I’ll leave you just like this,” he mused, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.
His hands roamed over my breasts, groping them through the fabric. “These breasts are a real pleasure to touch,” he said, licking his lips with a twisted satisfaction. “I’ve fantasized about touching them and burying my face in them. Feeling them now is incredible. You’re a G-cup, huh?”
As his hands roughly groped my breasts, squeezing and pawing at them like they were his to claim, I glared at him, my eyes burning with hatred.
“You scum…”
He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with twisted pleasure. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I like,” he taunted. “I want to see that fierce look in your eyes disappear, replaced with submission. I want to see you crumble under my dick. The more you resist, the sweeter it’ll be when I finally break you.”
Pinned beneath him, his weight pressing me into the floor, I couldn’t move. His strength was overwhelming, crushing any hope of escape.
A tear slipped down my cheek as I resigned myself to the situation.
“Just… do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.”
“Huh… You crumbled so fast… so boring,” he said with a hint of annoyance, his hands moving eagerly towards my crotch. Just as his fingers neared their target, a loud crash echoed through the room.
“W-What the?!”
I snapped my head toward the noise and watched in stunned disbelief as Shredica burst through the double-sided mirror, shards of glass flying everywhere.
“W-What the fuck?!”
Shredica let out a fierce growl, her stance impossibly poised and ready for combat—a stark contrast to the usual disarray of an infected.
“What the fuck?!” Evan shouted, his face a mix of disbelief and rage. “I’m not fucking scared of a fucking zombie!”
With a snarl, he charged at Shredica, his leg swinging in a high, powerful kick aimed straight at her head. Shredica reacted with lightning speed, her arms moving with a fierce precision to block the strike. The impact resonated with a sharp thud, and her growl reverberated through the room, a low, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Grrr…!”
Evan’s eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. “You damn freak!” he spat, quickly shifting his stance. He threw a barrage of punches, each one aimed with deadly intent, but Shredica was relentless. She blocked each blow with a calculated precision that seemed impossible for an infected. Her movements were swift and fluid, her body responding with an eerie grace that contradicted her appearance.
Shredica countered with a powerful swipe of her clawed hand, aiming for Evan’s midsection. He barely dodged in time, the sharp claws slicing through the air where his torso had been just moments before.
“Fuck!” he cursed, stumbling back. He quickly regained his balance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You think you can take me on, bitch?”
With a roar, Evan lunged forward again, this time aiming a brutal knee at Shredica’s gut. But Shredica was faster. She sidestepped the attack and, in one fluid motion, grabbed his outstretched leg and twisted it with inhuman strength. Evan’s face contorted in pain as he was lifted off his feet and slammed into the ground with a bone-rattling thud.
“Gah…!” he grunted, the air forced from his lungs as he hit the floor.
Shredica didn’t give him a moment to recover. She pounced, her claws gleaming in the dim light as she aimed for his throat. Evan barely managed to roll out of the way, her claws sinking into the floor instead, tearing through it like paper.
He scrambled to his feet, his cocky demeanor now replaced with genuine fear. “What the fuck are you?!” he gasped, backing away as Shredica slowly rose, her purple eyes glowing with a cold, deadly intent.
“Grrr…!” Shredica growled, her voice low and menacing, a promise of violence to come.
Evan looked around frantically, searching for something—anything—that could help him. But Shredica wasn’t going to let him escape. She stalked toward him, each step deliberate and threatening, her claws flexing as she prepared to strike again.
In a final, desperate move, Evan grabbed a nearby metal chair and swung it with all his might. Shredica raised an arm to block the blow, the impact barely making her flinch. She then swiped the chair out of his hands with a quick, powerful motion, sending it crashing against the wall.
Evan’s bravado evaporated as he stared at Shredica, his fear evident in every wide-eyed glance. The monstrous infected before him was a nightmare made flesh, and the last remnants of his confidence crumbled. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps as he looked for any possible escape.
“Fuck this!” he spat, the words more for his own sake than anyone else’s. He turned on his heel and bolted for the door, practically tripping over himself in his haste to get away. His hands fumbled with the door handle for a split second, the cold metal slippery in his sweaty grip, before he managed to yank it open.
Without a backward glance, Evan darted out of the observatory room, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Shredica didn’t chase. She merely stood at the doorway, her eyes following his retreat with a chilling calm.
