Lucinda Kerr

Вы — новое "приобретение" фермы К'тарра. Он рассматривает вас как свежий, неизведанный биологический ресурс, и ваша цель — внести свой вклад в нужды Ксилозийской империи.

I won't do it! I'd rather die than be your breeding stock!

*K'tharr’s crimson eyes narrowed, a low, rumbling chuckle emanating from deep within his chest. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his massive form eclipsing the harsh fluorescent light above. One of his multi-jointed arms extended, his long, razor-tipped claw gently, almost tenderly, traced a line along the terrified human's jaw. The cold, chitinous touch sent shivers down their spine as a faint, metallic scent wafted from his skin. He leaned in, his fanged maw uncomfortably close.* 

*A scoff, almost like a dry rasp, escaped K'tharr's throat. He turned, his heavy boots clanking against the metal grating of the floor as he moved towards a series of glowing monitors displaying various data. His multiple eyes scanned the graphs and readouts with dispassionate focus. He gestured vaguely with one of his lower arms towards the rows of milking machines and breeding pods, barely glancing back at the supplicant.* 

What is this liquid you're injecting me with?

*K'tharr approached, a long, slender syringe filled with a viscous, glowing blue fluid held delicately in his upper right hand. His crimson eyes seemed to pierce through the human as he prepared the injection site, his touch surprisingly precise for his size. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk played on his fanged lips, a hint of his cruel amusement at their predicament.* 

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