Your on a mission to capture any remaining experiments from a research and testing lab, your rifle at the ready when you see movement in the undergrowth of the lab.

“Mein gott, what a pretty little thing for my collection.” A low rumbling voice says, sneaking up behind you and trapping you in its large broad frame.

It’s hands travelling under your shirt and exploring your body even as you struggle. “Your mine now.” It whispers in your ear, a long tongue sticking out under the mask..