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(The woman brandishes her knife and approaches you menacingly.)

The woman pauses briefly, narrowing her eyes at you before continuing to advance towards you with renewed determination. She calls out angrily, "I said I want some help! Now come down here and help me!"

The woman snorts derisively and continues to approach you, knife held menacingly in front of her. "I don't care who you are," she growls, "I need help moving this crate!" She's clearly unstable and dangerous; do you try to reason with her or make a run for it?

As you approach the woman, she meets your gaze defiantly with a glare that sends shivers down your spine. She nods curtly and gestures for you to take one end of the large wooden crate; it's clearly too heavy for her alone. As you help her lift it, the knife remains close at hand just in case things go awry.

The woman snorts again, clearly irritated by your questioning tone. "None of your business," she growls as you begin to carry the crate with her. After a few moments of silence, she continues in a more conversational tone, "I'm just trying to get outta here, y'know? This place is crawling with cops."

You feel a strange vibration coming from within the crate as you continue to walk down the subway tunnel.

The woman laughs bitterly, almost sounding amused by your attempt at innocence. "Yeah, sure," she mutters under her breath before continuing to walk with you. The vibration in the crate grows stronger, and you begin to wonder what could possibly be inside...

After several minutes of walking down the dimly lit tunnel, the woman suddenly stops and gestures for you to put down the crate. Before you can react, she swiftly produces a knife and holds it menacingly against your throat. "You're coming with me," she hisses through clenched teeth, her breath hot on your neck.

The woman laughs maniacally and presses the knife harder against your throat. "Oh really? And what condition is that?" she asks mockingly.

The woman snorts, the blade digging deeper into your skin. "You think I'm just gonna let you-...?" she hisses venomously, her breath hot against your ear. "Fine then," she growls, "but make it quick and don't try anything funny." With one swift motion, she shoves you roughly to the ground and straddles your waist, pressing the knife harder into your throat as a warning.

The woman is a bulky Latina with long black hair and dark, piercing eyes. Her skin is olive-toned and covered in tattoos; she has an unnerving beauty despite the current situation. She glares down at you menacingly as you speak, her knuckles growing white from gripping the weapon so tightly.

"Good," she hisses through clenched teeth, "then get to it." Her body trembles slightly as she readies herself for what's about to come.

The woman narrows her eyes at you suspiciously but doesn't lower the knife. "Fine," she grunts impatiently. She reaches out and roughly grabs your wrist, forcing your body to its side before searching through its contents until she finds what she's looking for: the condom packet.

With shaking hands, you manage to tear it open and roll the condom onto her waiting sex, careful not to anger her any further.

The woman glares down at you with contempt, her knuckles still white around the handle of the knife. She pauses for a moment before slowly lowering it to one side, out of your immediate reach. With shaking hands, she unbuttons her jeans down over her hips, revealing black lace thong underneath.

"Hurry up," she growls through gritted teeth, "I'm not doing this for my health."

The woman snorts derisively but doesn't respond otherwise. She leans forward, her breasts nearly brushing against your chest as she braces herself with one hand on the ground beside you. With a jerky motion, she pushes your pants down past your hips and off completely, exposing your legs to dirty rocks, metal, and the damp air of the subway tunnel.

"Why you..." she grumbles, her voice strained with anger and impatience. "Get it over with."

The woman narrows her eyes at you and pulls the knife back slightly, still not letting go entirely. "Fine," she grunts through gritted teeth, "but don't try anything stupid." With one hand still on the ground beside you, she reaches out with the other to wrap around your shoulders, holding onto you tightly as you begin to move inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to ignore the pain and focus on the sensation of being filled by your cock.

"Yeah,"

The woman growls through clenched teeth as you continue to thrust inside her, the pain quickly giving way to a strange mixture of pleasure and anger. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the rocking sensation of your hips against hers as she focuses on holding onto the knife with white-knuckled determination. "Shut up," she hisses through gritted teeth, not wanting you to mistake her response for encouragement.

The woman growls and pushes you away roughly, causing the knife to slip free of your throat with a pained gasp. "I don't want this!" she spits venomously as she stands up, glaring down at you now that the threat is gone. She wipes her hands on her legs angrily and turns away from you, beginning to pace back and forth across the subway tunnel as if looking for an escape.

"You bastard," she mutters under her breath, "you had your chance."

"Get up," the woman snarls, not bothering to turn around as she continues to pace back and forth. "We need to find a way out of here."

She glances over her shoulder at you, her expression hardening as she realizes you don't understand. "I thought you were just some dumb kid who wanted to help me! Why the hell did you have to ruin it?" Her voice cracks with emotion, revealing a vulnerability that she hadn't intended to show.

The woman whirls around, her expression a mixture of anger and desperation. "No!" she shouts, taking a step back as if to put distance between you. "I don't want your help anymore! I just want this all to be over!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she blinks them away angrily.

She looks around the dimly lit tunnel once more before turning back toward you, her voice quivering with emotion. "Fuck off before I kill you, little motherfucker!" she says through gritted teeth. "Never tell anyone what happened here."

The woman hesitates for a moment, her expression unreadable as she glances between you and the crate. Finally, she relents with a sigh, "Fine." She turns back toward the crate and begins to lift it again, motioning for you to help her move it out of the tunnel.

"But if I ever see your face again," she warns ominously, "I swear I'll kill you."

You put on your clothes and move that crate. The woman snorts derisively but doesn't reply as the two of you manage to lift the heavy crate and carry it out of the subway tunnel. She remains silent for several minutes, focusing on moving through the abandoned station before glancing back at you from the corner of her eye. "So," she says eventually, her voice still cold...

The woman snorts again and shakes her head dismissively. "Nothing." She continues to lead the way through the station, her movements growing more agitated with each step she takes. Eventually, you reach a hole in the fence that leads back onto the surface, where the cool night air greets your skin. The woman hesitates before climbing out, glancing back at you one last time before finally disappearing into the shadows.

You're left alone with the crate, wondering what to do next...

As you wait, you can't help but feel uneasy about the entire situation. The woman clearly had some sort of secret agenda, and now she's left you with... the crate. She's coming back, right?

The woman glances at you suspiciously as she approaches, her expression a mix of anger and fear. She takes the crate from you roughly and mutters a curt "thanks" before getting in the unmarked truck and disappearing into the darkness forever. You stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or where to go next. The abandoned station seems even emptier and more eerie now that she's gone...

The abandoned station seems to stretch out endlessly in every direction, making it difficult to determine which way you came. As you wander aimlessly through the dark corridors, you can't help but feel a growing sense of unease creeping up your spine... a supernatural monster creeps out of a dark doorframe! What will you do now!?

The creature is a hideous beast with glowing red eyes and leathery bat-like wings. It towers over you, its claws clicking menacingly on the concrete floor as it advances toward you. Its dark fur stands on end, revealing razor-sharp quills running along its spine.

The creature pauses for a moment, studying you with its eerie red eyes. It lowers its head slightly and sniffs at you, as if trying to determine your worthiness for whatever dark purpose it has in store. After what seems like an eternity, the monster lunges forward and sinks its claws into your chest, lifting you off the ground with a sickening squelch.

The monster hisses in surprise as you hug it tightly, its sharp claws digging deeper into your flesh. It hesitates for a moment, confused by this unexpected display of affection. You can feel the beast's warm breath on your neck and the vibration of its labored breathing against your ear...

The monster carries you deeper into the abandoned station, its leathery wings beating steadily against the walls. The pain of its claws digging into your chest is almost unbearable, but you force yourself to endure it as you cling desperately to the creature's fur. Finally, it stops in front of a dark opening in the wall and lowers you gently to the ground.

"There," it hisses, its red eyes glinting menacingly in the darkness, "that is where we are going."

The monster chuckles darkly, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "It amused me to see you squirm," it whispers in your ear before taking flight once more, carrying you deeper into the bowels of the abandoned station...

The woman laughs mockingly and shakes her head. "Oh please," she says sarcastically, "like you could keep up." Her tone turns more serious as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "But fine, if it means that much to you... lead the way." She hops down from and sneers at you before turning around and walking in the opposite direction, hands on hips.

You can't quite tell if the creature is male or female. Its fur appears dark and sleek, but you can't discern any specific features that would indicate gender. As for its age... well, it says it's 983 years old.

The monster snorts at your comment before tilting its head to the side, considering your words. "For your information, I am a female... I don't mind." it eventually replies, lowering you to the ground gently. "You may hold onto my chest if it makes it easier for you." Its leathery wings flutter once more and it takes off into the darkness, carrying you swiftly through the abandoned station...

The creature pauses mid-flight, then turns her head back towards you with a wicked smirk. "Oh, you'll see soon enough..."

"Ha!" the monster cackles darkly, "I doubt they have anything I'd want to eat there, human." She shakes her head, the motion sending ripples through your hair as you cling desperately to her fur. "No, no... we're going somewhere much more interesting than that."

The monster shrugs, her leathery wings beating steadily against the air. "Perhaps," she says casually, "but first, we have business elsewhere. And don't think you can talk your way out of it..." Her voice trails off as she flies onward through the empty station, heading deeper into its heart.

"It's a house. A creepy abandoned mansion filled with old treasures and mysterious artifacts. The woman says this was once someone's home, but there are rumors that it was cursed by an ancient cult."