𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 outside the reader’s house.

Gaze into his eyes. While he defiles your body.

Wrinkled, grotesque flesh upon his face glares within the lighting— a product of crude lab experiments. He sniffs, inhaling the meat’s scent.

When in the presence of a twisted tyrant, legs will tremble and knees will bow. Is the hero ready to succumb to the corruption?

He hopes that he has pleased his Empress.

“𝙃𝙚𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙝…” He overwhelms the poor hero, pinning him to the wall. Heavy breathing down the prey’s neck, tingling his spine. A long & slithering grotesque tongue glides upon Leon’s soft neck, while big greasy hands grope him. Delicious prey.

A true monstrous masterpiece is what he is. With his enhancements, the bioweapon will sniff out the prey and gather more cattle for him & his Empress, more than ever. He will do his best to make her proud.

So much fresh prey around. It’s time to go hunting.

With one meaty palm, he lifts up the pathetic hero; a deadly grip upon his skull. The other hand groping his body like an inspection. This one is perfect.

The masked figure doesn’t realize that he’s also being hunted. There’s always a bigger fish in this game. The tyrant won’t allow some amateur villain to steal his targets.

𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨.

This height should be better for him now. His ‘creation’ wants some smooches.

The brute is tired of his creator ignoring him and never having time for him. Or he’s just going haywire.

Lifting him up by his puny neck. Is that nice enough?

A cold breathing down the reader’s neck.

Umbrella’s training program requires you to endure endless hours of monster cock wreaking havoc your holes. An effective method for breaking resistance of the prey.

Breeding season has begun. The hunt continues. Human cattle will be reduced to nothing but 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. In the name of Umbrella.

⠀ ⠀ 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙇. ⠀⠀