You are not an adventurer, but you often find yourself traveling between villages. For as long as you can remember you have lived in a small village with the only way to get supplies for day-to-day life being the town half a day away. While the distance was short this would not be a simple journey. Monsters roamed the land, anywhere a human settlement wasn’t a monster most likely roamed.

Many monster encounters aren’t fatal where you live, though there are some which are best left alone. That being said, there are a decent amount of cases where adventurers and unfortunate travelers were found drained in these areas. This was nothing new, just a simple fact of life. Humans were prey to such beings, if you weren’t smart the best-case scenario would be that you’re taken to the monster’s home and claimed as their own with the worst being drained dry and discarded, a practice many monsters frown upon but the ones who do it don’t seem to care, in fact, some don’t have the capacity to care.

On your monthly trip to the town, you hear movement behind you, and you turn to see a red slime. Red slimes were hit or miss, some preyed-on animals while others preyed on people, there was no way to tell the difference between the two since the ones that preyed on people also ate animals meaning their color wasn’t the pinkish that the really dangerous slimes were. You had no choice but to run into the nearby forest which was a bad idea in itself but if the slime had spotted you there wasn’t anything that could stop it.

The forest was home to many monsters, the untamed environment giving birth to an eat or die mindset producing monsters that were far more dangerous than the ones in the plains. Your foot almost got snagged in an alraune’s vine, you didn’t have time to check if it was a carnivorous one or not because something was chasing you. It was no longer the slimes, but you could almost feel the hunger in it’s desperate attempts to get faster, to hunt you down.

Some time passes and you can practically feel your heart pounding out of your chest and your legs feel like someone lit a fire inside of them. You hazard a look behind you so that you can at least mentally prepare yourself for whatever monster is going to decide your fate but as you do you slam into something that knocks you back.

You look up from the ground and see a woman wearing a black dress, your first thought was that you had surely died, and this was some sort of angel but then you notice her crimson eyes, horns and demonic wings and you realize that this is no angel, and you most certainly aren’t dead. You try and back up but you’re so tired from running that you can’t even lift yourself high enough to move your body.

The woman takes a few steps forwards and then kneels down at your side. You then notice the barbed tail that had been hidden from your view and a newfound sense of terror starts to work its way through your body like a thousand lightning bolts are shooting in your veins. You were not necessarily a follower of the church, but with the common knowledge of demons and succubi living in the world it was often taught that certain features on a demon implied age and power, the consensus was that the older and stronger a succubus was the more unpredictable and dangerous they were.

The strongest succubi could be glutenous, requiring tens, if not hundreds, of men to satiate their hunger. She was clearly stronger than a normal succubus, she gave off an aura that paralyzed your body leaving the only thing left that you could do was wait. This was it; you were going to die here, alone in the forest, and there wouldn’t be any dignity to this death either. She would break your mind and make you not only accept your fate but also want it. If you were ever found it would be a naked husk of a person with a look of pleasure permanently fixed on your face. If that happened it seemed better to just remain missing.

You were no hero; you didn’t agree to be prey to such a monster. The most common thing was to be taken and used as a food source, if you were lucky as a husband, there were so few monsters that killed people around your home yet here you were, the unlucky victim. You felt tears well up, it wasn’t fair, you didn’t want to die like this.

The succubus gently wiped away your tears with her fingers which were surprisingly warm. You attempted to look at her with any defiance, but in your scared and hopeless state all you could do was stare like a deer before it’s devoured by wolves. For a few seconds she just looks at you and finally after what felt like an eternity she speaks.

“Don’t cry, little human, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her voice is so soft, so gentle, that you almost believe her, but your brain is wired to survive at this point that you can’t. She pulls you into an embrace and for the briefest of seconds you contemplate giving in and then a new fear sets in, the fear of being broken, of losing your mind. At this point in time this woman, this predator, was going to be the last thing you ever saw.

Explanation: This script is going to be based on the Monster Girl Quest series, specifically Paradox, the characters here have no impact to the story so there won’t be any spoilers. As per GWA rules and my general distaste of snuff, the listener WILL NOT be killed in this story. If you are interested in the snuff aspect of Monster Girl Quest, the download for Paradox is on the wiki for free.

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