He began to track his surroundings as the work shift ended and she started talking to Dave, walking toward his room.
The corridors were vast, adorned with numerous plants to create a more humane atmosphere. He carefully analyzed the best escape routes in case of an emergency. After Maria and Dave parted ways, he began tracking his chosen prey. The guys' rooms were in a different corridor, so the four individuals he'd selected wouldn't be on the dinner list tonight. Her room was at the end of the corridor, and he was still observing the camera positions.
He considered the second room next to hers a good choice: a weak, clumsy girl in her early twenties, who acted shy around everyone. No friends nearby, perfect for a first meal. But that could wait; she could be more valuable any other night for any shock and awe move. She could be consumed anytime, but other potential prey might gather. So, he chose the room at the other end of the corridor as his target for tonight.
When she reached her room, she could feel the sinister presence inside her twitching. She felt uncomfortable, but what could she do? She went to sleep, but the feeling lingered. Ten minutes turned into an hour, then two. She couldn't sleep, and he was running out of time, so he decided to leave. He opened a hole in her skin again, squeezing his way out. She thought she was free and wanted to scream, but couldn't. His brain was disconnected from her. When he left, she was helpless; her fate was already sealed. She watched as the parasite she had only felt until now appeared before her, but all she could do was cry.
He was ready, crawling on the wall. Leaving her room through the vent above her head, he crept toward the last corridor room, pausing to check every room and observe the structural design.
Looking around, he found the room he was searching for.
Nancy was getting ready for bed, having just finished an after-work workout. She didn't have enough time for a full workout, but she still managed to get it done. She didn't believe in anti-fat pills; staying organic was the best way forward for her, a method proven effective for over eighteen thousand years. So, she didn't want to jeopardize her health for quick gains.
Finding her sleeping mask and drinking one last glass of water, she lay down and put on the mask, falling soundly asleep. Suddenly, a loud noise woke her up. Getting up and taking off the mask, she looked around-left, right, up, and down. Then, she noticed the vent above her head was broken.
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Taking a closer look, she thought, "Looks like it was opened by force; they didn't try to hide their presence." Glancing back, she scanned the room. The person who broke the vent was already hiding. But before she could do anything else, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Panickily trying to feel what hit her, her hand encountered a cold object that felt like it was made of iron. As she desperately tried to yell, her neck began to feel like it was being crushed from both sides.
Gasping for air was all she could do as the crushing sensation grew stronger and more painful. She ran out of oxygen and slipped into unconsciousness.
Even if she'd wished to be saved, unlike in the books she loved, there was no knight in shining armor. And if she'd been awake, she'd have felt not the cold of armor pressing against her body-but the cold iron tightening around her neck, crushing it.
That was the last night Nancy was seen, and her disappearance was about to make a huge ruckus.
"With this one consumed," he thought, "I only need two or three more to reach Host Level 3. Then I can control Maria from afar and create more… puppets? Vassal? I choose the name another time”
crawling through the vent again he goes back to the Marias room, she was still crying , going in her body and giving her brain a slight shock, she fell sleep, a notification popped up.
"He settled back into the driver's seat. Tomorrow promised to be hectic. He felt the familiar stillness that had replaced Maria’s usual nervous energy. Her body moved with a practiced, unthinking grace, ready for whatever came next. There was no trace of the woman who had once fought for control."
note from the writer about story: i wanted to add a part about her being internally tortured and mission complete but the ai didn't clean it so im going to add the part i wrote under here (after mission done before he settled back into the driver's seat.)
“huh? But I didn’t do anything? Lumina you know what happened?”
“I do not know the cause but I can give you the most optimal probability: in my calculation your torture has been effective in breaking her will”
“Torture? What are you talking about”
“your action which I was talking about as ‘torture’ is:
1.scaring her to death, losing control is scary for humans.
2.making her do what she hate, human female hate bugs in general, giving her bugs to eat could break her mind.
- leaving her unmovable: when you left her body, for the last 2 hour she tried to move but couldn’t, giving her the thought of her never being able to live without you, therefore breaking her even more.”
“fair enough.”