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2ND FLOOR. CLOVEHILL VALLEY.AGENT HEADQUARTERS.HEALTH AND STAMINA REGENERATED. [HP:5] [STA:4]Rolling onto my side, the motion awakens the soreness built from dragging the scientist across half the map.*I come to full consciousness as I hear twin industrial doors yawn, the whistle of air decompressing and bolts retracting rattles my brain.The background ambiance of faint conversation and foot traffic pours into the room. An informative message chants over an intercom, ?Please be advised, agents returning from hostile areas are subject to quarantine evaluation.?I sit up from a padded surface, blood rushing to my cranium as black noise crowds my vision. I rub my bare palms against my eyelids, furiously blinking to regain my sight.The heavy doors flush into alignment as they close, the authoritative sound of combat boots tapping linoleum approaches my direction.I instinctively stand as my fight-or-flight mode activates.*?Sit down, Rookie.? A firm grip catches me between my neck and shoulder, rudely pinching a pressure point as I recoil.?Ah!? I shriek, cradling the swelling bruise. ?Commander?? I recognize her voice as the superior who had barked orders at the other end of my communicator.?Still disoriented. How convenient,? she says mockingly, her tone is sultry and patient.After a few more blinks, my pupils properly focus as I notice that the Commander?s chest is centimeters from my face, covered in full plate armor.I slowly crane my head back to meet her gaze, easily losing my awareness as I stare into the intensity of her cosmic blue eyes.*Did the programmers have to make this NPC so attractive?The Commander towers over me in height, wearing metallic plates connected by the same kevlar fabric my bodysuit has. The futuristic armor appears custom-made and expertly suits her, hugging her definitive curves and moderately muscular build.The buxom female smirks in amusement as I stare. ?How convenient,? she repeats, her accent seductive and temper cool.She must be the quest giver. https://escortium.org Her equipment looks like it could be the max level version of mine. Wait, where?s my bodysuit?I snap from my trance as I notice the protective outfit that once adorned my hourglass frame has been replaced by a soft cotton tank top and immodest shorts.?Confiscated,? she answers my unasked question, the curves of her biceps stretching the kevlar as she idly crosses her arms.?Confiscated?? I ask surprisingly, surveying the room. The fluorescent lights above eliminate any opportunity for shadows. The only furnishings in this area are the metal surgical tray beside me and the examination chair beneath me.Is this the current floor?s infirmary? Why am I here? I thought checkpoints were disabled.?Is this the infirmary?? I say in disbelief as well as confusion, spotting leather restraints on the chair?s padded arms.What type of medical bed has leather - oh fuck. Is this an interrogation room? Is this... A torture room!Just then, the Commander and I lock eyes as we anticipate each others? next move.I launch myself from the chair, motivated by pure adrenaline. The Commander counters my attempt, fluidly swaying like a serpent stalking a helpless meal.ENCOUNTER INITIATED. YOU HAVE CHALLENGED THE COMMANDER.That counts as initiating a combat encounter? This is BULL-*The Commander snatches my throat and chokeslams me into the interrogation chair. I gasp as the sweeping motion thrusts my back into the hard padding, knocking me down with the force to suppress a wild beast.YOU: [HP: 5] [STR: 1], COMMANDER [HP: 10] [STR: 15]YOU LOSE. [HP: 0]YOU ARE FATIGUED.Aches reverberate through every circuit of my slender physique as I weakly struggle against her gloved hand, my muscles trembling from a blend of pain and exhaustion.She?s so overpowered. Why is this happening? I completed the quest! Is this floor glitched?*?This-This is a misunderstanding,? I stammer, raising my hands beside my head as I surrender.In two swift movements, she snaps my wrists into the chair?s restraints. I squirm as my hands start to numb, the leather belts fastened one hole too tight.*?It must be. For a moment, it looked like you were trying to escape the evaluation for your failed mission.? The Commander leans in to get a good look at me.*?Ff-Failed mission??As she draws close, I?m able to view her features more clearly. I observe a scar over her left eye, peaking through short blond hair. One side of her head is shaven with a scorpion tattooed to her skull.*Why does that look so familiar? I feel like I?ve seen that symbol in real life, or from a different game.*As my mind wanders, she curls a finger around my chin and forcefully turns me directly to her.*?I didn?t-I didn?t fail,? I clear my throat, discovering the fresh pain of the chokeslam.*?I gave you direct orders: Extract civilians to safety,? she growls. ?During the scientist?s evaluation, we discovered that she?s infected with an alien contagion. Apparently, she was involved in unsanctioned biological experiments.?The Commander crouches over me as I lay on the reclined chair. She shifts her weight so that a knee is resting between my legs, the cold metal of her armor sends goosebumps up my thighs.*?Through some creative interrogation? she pauses ?we were able to learn what the virus does and how it spreads.?*The Commander casually reaches for a syringe holstered at the curvature of her waist as she continues, ?The scientist informed us how it?s incurable, Vix. That makes her a casualty. That makes you, a casualty.??I?m sorry, you?re compromised.? She shrugs her shoulders as she bites off the safety cap of the syringe.*?What!? I jump in my restraints despite my fatigue status, but the Commander shoves me back down into the chair with ease.*?I?m not infected. I kept the stealth suit on like you said! Please don?t kill me!? I plead.The Commander glares coldly at me. She lightens the stress of her grip, which causes me to relax. I exhale a breath of relief as she seems to second guess her judgment.*?Convince me.??What??She closes the distance between us, the smell of mint and charcoal fills my nares. ?Convince me that you?re not infected,? she whispers and waves the hand holding the syringe.*?If you have all of her symptoms, then you must be infected. Correct??At first, I stare at her in confusion before realizing what she?s insinuating.*The scientist had shown signs of strong arousal when she became infected. I?m clearly not aroused, so she?ll realize I?m fine. I can get around this glitch.I shyly look her up and down, contemplating what interrogation tactics the Commander will use. A heated blush blooms over my cheekbones as this lithe armored figure hovers above me.*?Yes.? I hesitantly nod.*?Yes???Yes, Commander.? I flinch as if my informality is enough to waver her decision.*My heartbeat steadily calms as she recaps the syringe, this time placing it next to a folded towel on the surgical tray. I close my eyes and exhale loudly.You?re not dead yet, Vix.*Suddenly, the scent of mint becomes a distant memory as its taste overwhelms my mouth. Full and plump lips press to mine and pry them open as the Commander slips her tongue into my mouth.*I mumble against her deep kiss as she pushes my knees apart, easily straddling my lap as my body still wears the exhaustion of the recent encounter.Well, this is really hot.My wrists jerk in their bindings as my nerves fire off an aching arousal. I lean into the passion of her kiss as she combs her fingers through my hair. [STA: 3]?I am not convinced.? Her features glisten with a sadistic expression as the color drains from my face.*Christ! I don?t want to die on this level. Just distract yourself. Think of something terrible. Like, puppies dying or rolling a one on an icosahedron die.?Do you feel any discomfort, Agent?? The Commander?s gloved hands softly palm my breasts through my top?s fabric. My nipples swell under the friction as I glance towards the exit, attempting to ignore the erotic attention.?Yes... No. No, Commander.? I catch a glimpse of her smiling.*