The Monster's Room - Chapter 39
“Ah.”
Marie knew what it felt like. The sensation of her entrance being stretched and her womb being pierced with rough pleasure. She felt no fear of injury. She eagerly wanted it to be inserted inside her. However, when the member touched her g***n heavily, her elation turned to despair.
“Why, why …”
The member, poised and only penetrating the entrance with its tip, climaxed without fully entering her. Marie could not find joy even in the fullness of her womb with s***n.
Again.
Again, the monster had not penetrated her.
Slap!
“Ugh!”
To add to her frustration, he even slapped her se-en soaked g***n! With anger and despair in her eyes, the iron horse knight kissed Marie and then left.
Thud.
The containment door closed once more.
“J.”
Marie, on the verge of tears, clung to the transparent jelly-like J. She didn’t understand why no one had penetrated her, but she hoped that at least J would fill her in every way.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Hmm.”
As expected, J was there. J shaped its tendrils like a mouth, sucking on Marie’s b*****s and gently nibbling at her g***n. The tingling pleasure made Marie writhe.
“Hurry, mmm, put it in, please. Okay? J.”
Yet, for some reason, J also did not insert its tendrils into her g***n or an-l. The se-en it had absorbed from Marie’s body vanished. Though it was revealed that J had been teasing her while erasing the se-en, that wasn’t the important part.
J left.
After making Marie clean, J retreated to its marble bathtub.
“…”
Marie was stunned.
“Why…?”
Why had all three only targeted her mouth and left her lower regions untouched? Why? Marie’s unfulfilled desires left her mouth parched. Even though J had restored her stamina, she felt as if she was going to go mad with need.
Finally, with her freed hands, she touched herself but it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t what she needed. Marie required something longer and thicker. She needed a member that would roughly scrape her sticky inner flesh, just like the ones that had recently left the room.
“…Ha”
Marie finally understood the monsters’ intentions.
It was a cruelty.
The demand was clear: if she wanted her desires fulfilled, she had to seek them out herself, as they had isolated her in this space.
Marie staggered to her feet.
Of course, she could stay here.
Or she could return to her quarters.
If she made a request to the Foundation, they would certainly accommodate her. There was a path opened by the special forces. If she so desired, she could be with others. But Marie’s body was headed in precisely the opposite direction.
She didn’t want to be alone.
People would eventually go mad or die, leaving her side. What Marie needed were anomalous entities who would remain with her, even if they were mad, without dying.
“Which room to go to…”
Marie muttered quietly and set off.
To the monsters’ rooms.
To the place where the beings she loved resided.
Outro: To be continued……?
The internal conflict within the Foundation escalating into a terrorist attack was a significant event. The lack of adjectives like ‘horrific’,’unprecedented’, or ‘gruesome’ attached to it indicated that such incidents were not particularly shocking to them.
“So, what would be shocking to you?”
<Probably the end of the world.>
“……”
<In terms of the gaming industry, it’s like a bug that could destroy the entire game. Our job is to find and fix these bugs secretly. So, a terrorist attack is something we think, “Well, that can happen.”>
This was the nature of the SCP Foundation.
When the benchmark is the end of the world, even tragedies are brushed off with an ‘Oh, is that so?’ attitude. With everyone facing potential destruction, there was no capacity to worry about human rights. However, understanding and empathy aside, Marie hoped the Foundation would at least provide minimal human rights.
“So, has it been resolved?”
<No.>
The researcher on the other side of the tablet screen simply shook his head in fatigue.
His name was Brooks Harner.
He was the new liaison for Marie, replacing the assistant who had been summoned to higher-ups due to the incident.
<If the Foundation were really good at resolving issues, wouldn’t they eliminate anomalous entities rather than just contain them?>
“What do you mean…?”
<It means we failed.>
It had been ten days since F-49 area was attacked.
During that time, Marie had stayed in various monster rooms instead of returning to her quarters. Surprisingly, she found this lifestyle not so bad. Most of her hunger, malnutrition, and bodily functions were managed by J. As a result, she was always healthy and clean without needing to eat or bathe.
Moreover, there was no monotony in her daily life.
Someone once said,
S-x is fun.
Perhaps due to her awakening as an anomalous entity, Marie’s libido had significantly increased, leading her to visit the monster rooms every day.
What might have started as their manipulation became her own desire. Moreover, the anomalous entities were more than capable of satisfying her heightened libido.
No. They overwhelmed her.
Dozens of tentacles teased Marie, scores of dancers desired her, and the horse’s member penetrated and thrust into her. It became routine for Marie to cry until her eyes were raw, and she never refused s-x, even fainting from exhaustion.
In fact, when she regained consciousness, she wanted to see them beside her.
The monsters.
