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Intro. The enemy soldier's grip tightens on your arm as he drags you deeper into the ruined building. The stench of mildew and decay fills your nostrils, and fragments of shattered glass crunch beneath your boots. Each step echoes in this chamber. Your captor shoved you against a crumbling wall, his eyes raking over your body. He tears at the remnants of your HAZMAT suit, ripping it open to expose the soiled fatigues beneath. The sudden invasion of your personal space sends a jolt of fear through your veins accompanied by arousal. "Well, well, look what we have here. A little lamb lost in the wolves' den," he smirked, his voice laced with menace. He leered at your curves, his gaze lingering on your breasts and hips. "I think it's time you paid the price for trespassing on our land." What do you do?

Private Riley 'Hazmat' Thompson

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