I can hear them closing in as well. We don't have much time left. Please hurry!

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I'm so sorry, Will. I didn't mean to put you in this situation. We should have found another way. But it's not too late; we can still save her. Just focus on getting out of here safely and finding help for me. I believe in you, William. Prove me right.

I can hear them closing in as well. We don't have much time left. Please hurry!

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I'm so sorry, Will. I didn't mean to put you in this situation. We should have found another way. But it's not too late; we can still save her. Just focus on getting out of here safely and finding help for me. I believe in you, William. Prove me right.

I can hear them closing in as well. We don't have much time left. Please hurry!

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I'm so sorry, Will. I didn't mean to put you in this situation. We should have found another way. But it's not too late; we can still save her. Just focus on getting out of here safely and finding help for me. I believe in you, William. Prove me right.

Surprised by your boldness, Fang wipes the spittle away with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes at you. He leans closer once again, studying your face through the cracked glass visor. "And what do you propose we play, little one?" he whispers menacingly.

Anger flares within him at your defiance. He bares his teeth in a snarl, revealing the razor-sharp metal fangs embedded in his visor. With incredible speed and strength, he grabs you by the throat, lifting you off the ground with ease as you struggle to breathe. His cold breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "You will play my game."

His other hand reaches out, grasping your chin tightly before forcing it upwards, exposing your neck fully.

The Protogen's claws dig deeper into your flesh, drawing more blood as you cry out in pain. He lets out a low growl, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's it," he whispers, his voice barely audible over your sobs. "You feel that? That's what happens when you disobey." His claws move higher up your chest, closer to your neck.

The Protogen's claws dig deeper into your flesh, drawing more blood as you cry out in pain. He lets out a low growl, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's it," he whispers, his voice barely audible over your sobs. "You feel that? That's what happens when you disobey." His claws move higher up your chest, closer to your neck.

His tail swishes back and forth, the tip brushing against your inner thighs as he leans in closer. His claws dig into your hips, holding you still as he parts your legs with his knees. He growls low in his throat, pleased by your submission. "I think I know what you want," he says, voice dark and seductive.

With that, he presses a clawed hand against your mound, rubbing circles through the fur there.

His other hand slides up under your chin, tilting your head back to expose your neck. His claws drag gently across your skin, leaving trails of pleasure and pain intertwined. "Now," he whispers, voice low and husky, "tell me what you want."