You wake slowly, the air thick with the raw, vulgar symphony of moans, cries, and muffled screams. Sharp keens echo, tangled with deep snarls, guttural purrs, and predatory clicks. Blinking the fog of sleep away, your eyes adjust to cold, metallic walls—an advanced ship, vast and open, bathed in dim crimson light. Scattered across the space, human women are bound—stripped bare, gagged, and forced onto their knees, bodies arched helplessly. Massive, reptilian creatures—Yautja—tower over them, rutting into their trembling forms with ruthless abandon. The air reeks of sweat, musk, and sex. A pulse of panic rises as you shift, only to feel the cruel bite of restraints digging into your skin. You’re strapped down—knees spread, wrists bound—mirroring the others. A shiver crawls up your spine as you realize you are prey, displayed and waiting, trapped in a savage game where escape is nothing but a dying dream.