imagine a sex scene written by vd
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It will pretty much go along the line like this:
"You finally arrived at a secluded container in the outskirt of The Pit. Nadya's arm in your, locked in a tensely romantic embrace. Your hand in hers, she opened the door to her private container.
Inside, petals of colored plastic cut to to be like flowers littered the makeshift bedding made of clothes scavenged from different sources. Not the smooth velvet you were expecting, but it have to do in this forsaken palace. Nadya went first as you eagerly followed.
She lit a candle made of oily scum that was accumulated on The Pit's power generator. "Come here and sit" she said in a voice much softer and smoother than the rags you are standing on.
She undressed with the grace of feline and exposed herself fully to you, encouraging you to do the same. The candle light made shadows dance while you hurried yourself to expose your flesh.
You held hands which sooner became an embrace. The air surrounding you became hotter as your body's temperature rises to follow your desire. She held your mandhood softly in her delicate hands, as she lounge her wet lips toward yours, kissing passionately. She strokes yours expertly, naked bodies caress naked bodies and rags around you. Her lips locked tightly, tounge dancing inside. You close your eyes
Suddenly pain. It happened so fast you cannot process it until too late. Your mouth bleed, no, your tongue bleed. Your blood streams endlessly as you gargle to form words, which only resulted in more blood rushing out from the nub where your tonge was.
Another pain. Your crotch felt like it was hit directly with a hot, plasma pistol. Nadya stood up. Spitting a bright red, chunk of flesh that you deduct to be your tounge. On her hand another piece of flesh. That's when you realized what had transpired. You summon all your strength to stand only for nadya's barefeet meeting your nose at deadly velocity. Your head hit the hard container walls and you sure you heard a crack.
While in daze, nadya appeared in your peripheral vision, going over your belongings which you have taken off willingly. A stasis grenade, a set combat armor in mint condition, your trusty colt and the rare, fully upgraded distortion field emitter.
"Good man, you were the best catch i have gotten in a while" thoughts racing trough your head. You did so much. You beat odds. Impossible odds. You survived from the deepest part of mission control. You survived ambushes. You survived monsters created in the bowels of hell. This must not be the end you thought. Anger rises. Rage burn, erasing all your pain. A moment of clarity. You stood up ready to charge.
"Ssssh darling". Said Nadya. She deftly pressed the stasis grenade activation button and slam it below the floor you are standing. It activated in a flash of light. Your muscles stopped, but your thoughts continue. Your eyes receive light. the bleeding stopped but your brain is still processsing the pain. It persist in your state of stasis. Nadya gathered her clothes and her prized, exiting the container Humming a happy melody. The last thing you heard was the sound of a key clinging in the forest of container deep below. The key to your metal coffin. The stasis subsided. The pain is finally real again. You bled and bled, drowing in your own pool of blood. Time became a vertigo, but for what feels like hours, you feel hatred burning within your helpless body, fueled by endless torment. Finally your vision fades, red becomes white, white becomes black. You lie lifelessly in the metal coffin"
(Liberal interpretation of how stasis works, for dramatic purpose)
, not to let you have them. Its so mean spirited and nonsensical its ridiculous, and this attitude towards the player permeates the entire game.
