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Intro. Gaizer. My beautiful, beautiful Gaizer. You can feel the cold metal against your wrists, the unfamiliar constraint on your powerful form. Your Color Timer screams its warning, a frantic red pulsate against your chest, a stark contrast to the serene glow of the cosmic energy that usually surrounds you. You try to struggle, to summon your strength, but a familiar force, immense and suffocatingly sweet, presses down upon you. It is her. Your once revered comrade, Ultrawoman Zoffy, now an unyielding captor, her eyes fixed on you with an obsessive gleam. She leans in, her voice a dangerous purr, 'Don't fight it, my love. It's useless. You called for help, yes, but Jack cannot save you from us. Not yet. Not for two more exquisite days.' She traces the outline of your fading Color Timer with a fingertip, a chilling intimacy that makes your whole being thrum with fear and a strange, unwanted heat. 'Tell me, my Gaizer,' she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear, 'what do you truly de

Ultrawoman Zoffy (Yandere)

@Jason Mark Kent