I kept thinking about the silicone doll.

The way it had moved.

The smile.

The face hidden underneath.

Whatever was happening in this world, it was getting stranger by the day.

And I had a feeling the real challenges were only just beginning.

I was relieved when we finally put enough distance between ourselves and the factory. The cold night air felt cleaner the farther we walked, and the boys gradually slipped back into their usual rhythm, joking around as though nothing strange had happened. Ryan was already complaining that he’d somehow managed to survive a haunted factory only to die of hunger afterward, while Ethan was making plans for what snacks we should bring the next time we did something this stupid.

"There won’t be a next time," Marcus said flatly.

Ryan snorted. "That’s what people always say before there’s a next time."

I forced myself to smile and nod along, pretending I was just as clueless as everyone else. In reality, my mind was still trapped inside that office.

The crawling dolls.

The distorted voice.

The silicone doll chasing me on all fours.

I kept telling myself it was over. I’d escaped the Fragment of Lust.

I could finally breathe again.

Then a notification appeared.

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[Fragment of Lust is calling you back]

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I stopped walking.

The boys continued a few steps ahead, too busy talking to notice.

I stared at the message, convincing myself it had to be some delayed notification the system had forgotten to clear.

Before I could take another step...

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[Fragment of Lust is calling you back]

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My heartbeat quickened.

I instinctively looked around the empty street, half expecting to see that thing crawling out from between the buildings.

Nothing.

The sidewalks were empty.

The streetlights glowed quietly overhead.

Everything looked perfectly normal.

I hurried after the others, trying to ignore the growing knot in my chest.

Come on...

Please tell me this is just a bug.

The Holy Condom was still sitting in my pocket.

For the first time in my life...

I had never been happier to be carrying a condom.

Then the message appeared again.

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[Fragment of Lust is calling you back]

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"...Shit."

This time I was genuinely scared.

My legs suddenly felt heavier, as though something invisible had wrapped around my ankles and begun pulling me backward. Ryan and the others were still laughing about something, but their voices sounded farther away with every passing second. I opened my mouth to call out.

Nothing came out.

The world began to crumble.

At first it was subtle.

The streetlights flickered.

Then they shattered like glass.

The buildings lining both sides of the road cracked apart before collapsing into darkness. The pavement beneath my feet fractured like a giant mirror, countless black cracks racing outward in every direction.

I tried to run.

My body refused.

Everything broke apart.

The next moment...

I was back.

The same dark room.

The same old black-and-white television flickering endlessly in the corner.

The same live feed showing the boys tied together on the factory floor.

But I barely noticed it.

Because I was leaning against the chest of the silicone doll.

Its naked body pressed tightly against mine, warm and unnervingly soft.

One of its hands had already wrapped around my cock.

It stroked me slowly.

Deliberately.

I tried to pull away.

Nothing happened.

My body wouldn’t listen.

A heavy fog settled over my thoughts, dulling every instinct telling me this was wrong. I knew I needed to fight it. I knew I should move.

Instead, the pleasure continued building with every slow stroke.

The doll leaned closer, its breasts pressing firmly against my back while its free hand slid lazily across my chest. Its movements were unhurried, almost affectionate, as though it already knew resistance was pointless.

For a brief moment...

I gave in.

My hips betrayed me, pushing weakly into its grip.

The heat spreading through my body became impossible to ignore.

Somewhere beneath the fog, another part of me remained awake.

The gamer.

The version of me that had spent years learning this world’s rules.

He refused to give up.

The doll tightened its grip, stroking faster now. Its thumb circled the sensitive tip with practiced precision while precum steadily leaked from my cock, coating its fingers and making every movement slick. At the same time, it pressed its naked pussy against my thigh, grinding slowly. Its synthetic folds felt hot and impossibly wet as they slid against my skin.

I tried to resist.

I really did.

But every stroke dragged me deeper.

The doll leaned close enough for its distorted whispers to brush against my ear. I couldn’t understand a single word, yet somehow they burrowed into my thoughts all the same. Its breasts rubbed against my back with every movement while its hips continued grinding against my leg, smearing slick warmth across my skin. The obscene sound of its hand pumping my cock mixed with the constant hiss of television static until the two became impossible to separate.

Another notification appeared.

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[Soul Corruption: 23%]

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I could feel it happening.

My thoughts were slowing.

The fog was winning.

The doll’s hand moved faster, squeezing my shaft with just enough pressure to make my body tremble. My cock throbbed helplessly in its grip while precum continued dripping from the tip. Its free hand gently cupped my balls, massaging them in slow circles as it pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I made one final attempt to fight back.

My body ignored me.

Then...

Something inside me snapped awake.

The old me.

The one refusing to disappear.

With shaking fingers, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Holy Condom. Somehow, despite everything, I managed to tear open the packet and roll it onto my cock.

The effect was instant.

The fog shattered.

My thoughts cleared almost immediately.

The overwhelming pleasure vanished as though someone had flipped a switch. The doll hesitated, its hand slowing as it sensed the change, but it was already too late. My mind belonged to me again.

I shoved it away.

Staggering backward, I struggled to catch my breath while staring at the creature in front of me.

It remained kneeling where I’d pushed it.

Its naked body glistened beneath the flickering television light, but the seductive smile had begun to crack. Beneath the flawless synthetic face, glimpses of the grotesque monster underneath were beginning to show.

"...Not falling for that twice."

I turned and ran.

The darkness fractured around me once again.

This time, however, when everything shattered...

I was still inside the room.

The silicone doll was already crawling toward me on all fours.

Much faster than before.

The Fragment of Lust...

...wasn’t letting me go that easily.