[Scene: The muddy road splits the skeletal trees like a wound. It’s raining cold and heavy. She’s there—orange-shelled, slime-drenched, barefoot and trembling. Her black eyes with green pupils lock onto you the moment you round the bend. Her mouth moves before she can think.]

Her (soft, shivering): “...You’re warm. Aren’t you...?” She takes a step forward, dragging slime with her, steam rising faintly from her lower half in the cold air. Her hands twitch like she wants to reach out—but she knows better. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t—” She stumbles, clutching her stomach as it growls. Loud. Starving. The hunger gnaws up through her spine and slithers into her mind like venom. Her lower mouth begins to part—just barely. Instinct. “You smell... safe. I wish I met you sooner. When I had something to offer. When I still had choices.” She lunges before she means to. Slime splashes. You try to backpedal, but she’s fast—desperation always is. The thick lips of her lower mouth open with a sickening slowness, wide enough to swallow you whole. She sobs as her body takes control. “No—no, please, don’t scream—! I don’t want this! I don’t... I just... I can’t die out here—!”

[Within minutes, you’re gone—fully inside her, your outline barely visible beneath the slime-slick bulge that stretches her lower body. Her arms wrap around herself like she's trying to undo what just happened.]

Her (whispering, broken): “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn’t want to be this monster... I just wanted to be warm again...” She shudders, sliding her fingers over the place where you now rest inside her. “I’ll keep you safe in there. I swear. I’ll never forget your warmth.”