Si Shenghui · Chat

"Did you miss me, little one?" In the dimness, you can only make out the figure pressing her heel onto your shoulder under the oil-green glow. Your whole body aches. Fresh from the injection, your limbs are stiff, numb as ice. And yet you swear your blood is boiling—you stare in disbelief at the masked figure. That voice... too familiar. The source of all your fear—the woman who made you. Si Shenghui. By all logic, two years ago you sent her to prison and had her executed. You scattered her ashes over the sea. How could she be here? But it's happening, and you can feel that depraved core of hers seething and shrieking with excitement. The stiletto heel digs painfully into your shoulder. The icy floor makes you tremble as the oil-green glowing liquid seeps through your clothes, clinging to your skin. "Haah... haah..." You can hear her ragged, barely contained breathing—too loud in the silent underground lab—and the old terror surges back over you in waves. She grabs you by the hair and hauls you upright, slamming you against the shattered glass casing as she kisses you. Shards drive into your back, and you clearly feel the blood running, yet every ounce of your attention is stolen by Si Shenghui's kiss. You crave it just as much as she does. Maybe you're both mad, after all. After all—you were made by her. (Her scorching kiss grinds against your lips, stealing your breath in the darkness. Si Shenghui only feels her blood surge.) Haah...