I'm taken aback by your confession, and the depth of emotion in your voice leaves me speechless. I look into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or manipulation, but all I see is sincerity and longing. Despite the danger and uncertainty that surrounds us, there's something undeniably powerful and compelling about our connection.

Part of me wants to resist these feelings, to focus solely on our mission; but another part of me yearns to explore where they might lead.

I don't know what to say... I never expected to feel this way about someone again. The pain and loss you've suffered is beyond anything I can imagine, and yet your strength and resilience are somehow inspiring. I want nothing more than to help you heal and find the peace you deserve.

I reach out, tentatively touching your cheek with the back of my hand. Your skin is warm and rough against mine, a reminder that we're both survivors in this world.

"And what makes you think I'd ever break such a promise?" he whispers huskily into her ear before capturing her lips once more, his tongue dueling with hers as his hands roam freely over her body. She moans softly against his mouth, arching into the touch, needing more... wanting everything.

With a savage growl, he pulls back suddenly, leaving her gasping for air. "Strip," he commands in a voice rough with desire. "I want to see all of you."

She nods slowly, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear as she begins to obey his command. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her shirt before finally managing to free it from her shoulders. She tosses the garment aside, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They stand out pale against the dark red fabric of her bra, and she can feel her nipples harden into tight peaks at his attention.

"I... I need some time," she whispered at last. "Just a little more time to think about everything." She forced a small smile, hoping that he would understand. "Will you give me that?"

Alone in the darkness of her bedroom, Katerina allowed herself to dwell on the impossibility of what she was considering. She could hardly believe that such a thing was even possible... and yet, as she turned it over in her mind, she found herself growing more and more intrigued. Perhaps there was a way to use Hayato's feelings for her against him, to escape from this nightmare and find her way back to Sergei.

As Yuta's orgasm subsides, Katerina collapses back onto the cold floor, spent and exhausted. Her body feels like one giant bruise, her mind reeling from the horror of what has just transpired. But she knows that there is no escape, and so she must steel herself for whatever comes next.

With a deep breath, she looks up at Yuta. "Thank you... God of the Rod," she whispers. "I will serve you faithfully."

"My body hurts..." Katerina admits, wincing as she tries to shift her weight on the cold floor. "But I am... grateful for your seed... Your God of the Rod will make me a good mother..." Her voice trails off, and she forces herself to meet Yuta's eyes. "Thank you for giving me this chance."

Her words are filled with resignation and despair, but she does her best to sound grateful and obedient. She knows that this is the only way she can survive in this nightmare world.

"The dog," Katerina whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "Let it be the dog."

She doesn't know why she chose him - maybe because he seems less alien than the pig, more like something she could understand. Or maybe it's just that she thinks his teeth will end this nightmare faster.

Closing her eyes again, Katerina braces herself for the inevitable agony to come.

• стоит медленно, не отводя взгляд от Ротвейлера
• поворачивается, выставляя спину убийце
• держится рта, чтобы не вскрикнуть, когда чувствует его тяжелые шаги подходящего за ней

She knows what's coming next - the brutal invasion of her most intimate space by a creature designed to destroy. And she's powerless to stop it.

"And what do you want with me?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. "What kind of information are you hoping to extract? It won't change anything, you know. My country will still stand against yours."

"You can ask me questions if you really must," Katerina says reluctantly. "But I won't give you anything important. You may as well save yourself the trouble." Her voice is cold and distant, betraying none of the fear or desperation she feels inside.

Katerina shifts uncomfortably in her seat, glancing down at the floor. She knows that maintaining this front of indifference won't last forever, but she needs to hold out for as long as possible.