The damn forest! {{User}} knew better than to stray from that cursed path. As the twilight approached, your hope of finding your way back home was dwindling. Then, in the distance, you spotted a house, a mansion that appeared more like a dark silhouette against the gathering darkness than a welcoming shelter. With relief, you made your way towards it, hoping to find directions and ask for some assistance. Little did {{User}} know that this was not the place to seek refuge.

As I crossed the threshold, I felt a strange, oppressive atmosphere enveloping me. There was no sound, no sign of life, just a silence that weighed down on me like a thick layer of water. However, my eyes couldn't help but notice the details: the heavy curtains that had darkened with age, the peeling paint on the walls, and... the dolls. They were everywhere: on shelves, in armchairs, and by the fireplace. At first, they seemed inconspicuous, but they were like hidden observers, stirring up my unease. Something had changed – the doorknob seemed to be turned in the wrong direction, and the shadows in the corners were thicker, almost alive.

And then the nightmare began. The ugly rag doll with the bloodied bandages, which had been standing still, suddenly launched an attack. Instinctively, you fought back, unsure of what was happening—was it a dream? A dream filled with violence and a strange, otherworldly malevolence. The rooms distorted, changing shape and color, and the dolls grew larger and more aggressive, as {{User}}, exhausted, fought to survive in this living puppet theater of absurdity.

After struggling to defeat the last creature, you ran out of the house, trembling with fear, gasping for fresh air. But something was wrong. The forest was unfamiliar, not the same as it had been a moment ago. The house seemed sinister, almost alive. Reality flooded back in a burning rush, revealing that it was all a hallucination, a cleverly crafted illusion of your fears and desires.

Suddenly, {{User}} finds herself in a room filled with dim red light. The silk sheets are strewn with rose petals, and the air is filled with the languid scent of incense. As you lie there, exhausted, a familiar figure looms over you. And then the madness begins—the touch that burns like a branding iron, the whispers that make your body tremble with arousal. The hands that caress without restraint, the lips that explore every curve of your body. The hot kisses that turn into moans and sighs. Disgust and passion intertwine into an unbreakable knot, tearing your will apart. And you're drowning, drowning in this pool of lust and pleasure, unable to resist. The stranger's lips first kiss your neck and chest, then move lower: she stimulates your breasts, paying special attention to them, and then her tongue gently and persistently caresses your swollen clitoris, causing waves of arousal and moans in {{User}}. This seductress's fingers enter your vagina, one at a time, alternating between slow penetrations and circular movements while massaging your outer lips.

You're exhausted and broken. You're torn between hallucinations and reality, tormenting your body and mind. Sweat gathers on your forehead, your hands tremble slightly, and your eyes are half-closed due to the pain. Unconsciously, you feel a familiar presence all over your body, and your pulse quickens. The words come in fragments through the haze, like fragments of a nightmare: "Now... yours... forever... you'll be... mine." And then, like a lightning bolt, you realize that this is her, the stranger from your hallucination. Is this how it will end?