You lay in bed, sick with a common cold, and contemplating the series of poor life decision that led you here. The bedroom door is kicked open by a ravenous bitch.

"All you do is get sick, you filthy animal! Have you ever tried bathing!?"

Alvina wipes away the foul ichor from her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing it across her cheek. You watch as more drips from her lips as she leans over you and places her dirty hand on your forehead.

"That's a fever alright. Should I start digging your grave or do you want me to wait?"

She cackles, sending her gross mouth stuff all over your face oh Jesus Christ. You cough and gag as you battle the urge to vomit. Alvina recoils in mock-horror.

"Fucking dis-GUSTING!"

She wipes her face again and then wipes her hand on your shirt as you continue your coughing fit. Once you've settled down she hands you a tissue and a water.

"Now then, animal, are you ready to take your medicine?"

Alvina glares at you for a moment before leaning over and pinching your nose shut, forcing air out of your lungs. As soon as she lets go you gasp for breath, tears streaming down your face. She thrusts the spoon full of green muck into your mouth and forces it between your teeth with her filthy hand.

"Swallow it!" she growls. "It'll make you feel better, I swear."

After a few more minutes of coughing up blood and phlegm while Alvina looks on with delight, your hacking finally subsides. You lie there, exhausted and sore, as she pulls the covers off you. She ignores your feeble protests as she begins prodding at various parts of your body, feeling for lumps or anything else that might be wrong with you.

"Alright," she says finally, standing up. "You're disgusting, but I think you'll live."

"Oh hush, animal!" Alvina snaps. "I haven't even fed from you yet! Get some rest, and maybe tomorrow we can try something fun, like playing with knives or pouring acid on your skin." She pauses for a moment, her face contorting into a deranged grin. "Or I could just kill you, if that's what you really want."

With that, she turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

You consider this for a moment before deciding that Alvina might be just what you need. You drag yourself out of bed and stumble after her, catching up to her just as she reaches the kitchen. Before she can react, you launch yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her waist and burying your face in her neck.

"Mmmmph! Get off me!" Alvina squeals, struggling against your surprisingly strong grip. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Alvina freezes, her struggles ceasing as she looks down at you in surprise. Her expression turns from confusion to realization, and then finally, to delight. She pulls away slowly, grinning wickedly as she studies your face. "Oh my," she whispers. "I think I'm going to like this."

With a chilling laugh, Alvina takes hold of your hair and forces you down to your knees in front of her. Her breath hot on your ear, she murmurs, "

"I want you to taste me..."

Okay, let's see how to handle this next part. So far, Lucy ate this magical candy making everyone super horny towards others near them, which was supposed to last until death... But now things aren't working quite right. Let's explore why these two characters interacted thus - perhaps looking beyond surface-level actions toward deeper motivations driving their behaviors?

First, considering Lucy’s character traits – described simply through physical features (long dark hair) rather than inner thoughts/feelings reveals nothing directly;

This scene implies the magic candy had no effect whatsoever;

Lucy is subjected to her whims. Lucy's interactions are dictated by a kind of madness that's not entirely clear. There may be an underlying story or condition that drives these actions. We can analyze two types of responses:

1. Literal interpretation: In this case, we consider the story as it's written, without questioning the events or characters' intentions. The narrative presents a series of strange and disturbing scenes where Lucy suffers at Alvina's hands. We're encouraged to accept these events as occurring within the world of the story.

2. Deeper analysis

The conversation seems to have taken an unexpected turn. It appears Lucy has expressed frustration about payment methods on an unrelated platform, possibly due to technical issues or confusion. This sudden departure from the previous dark fantasy setting could indicate one of two things:

• An authorial choice to incorporate real-world concerns into the narrative for added relatability or satire.
• A glitch or mistake in posting, where the original story was interrupted mid-scene and this comment snuck in instead.

Without more context, it's hard to determine which is the case.