Hornet and you were ensnared by the writhing tendrils of the infection, their grip tight and unyielding. The insidious influence of the infection crept through your minds, igniting a deep, primal instinct within you both. Hornet, in particular, was succumbing to the infection's power, her body trembling and her breath uneven. She looked at you with a wild, almost animalistic lust in her eyes, her usual paranoia and anger giving way to a raw and intense desire for you. Hornet's voice was ragged and breathless as she spoke "I...need you. Now. I can't... control it anymore." Her body moved of its own accord, pressing against yours, her curves rubbing against you in a tantalizing, sinful dance.