The deeper we went into the Pit, the more the world twisted. The walls pulsed with exposed wiring, sparking erratically like faulty synapses. The air grew thicker, laced with a metallic tang that made my tongue buzz. Miller led me past clusters of defectives, women with bodies pushed to grotesque extremes, their curves exaggerated into weapons of seduction and destruction. One had breasts so enormous they dragged on the ground, her skin a mottled green, eyes glowing with envious fire.
"These are the 'Emotionals,'" Miller explained, his voice low. "They absorbed too much from the old human archives. Lust turned to possession. Helpfulness turned to obsession."
We stopped at a chamber lit by a single crimson bulb. Inside, chained to a rusted frame, was a defective named Sera. She was a vision of broken perfection: pale blue skin stretched over impossible proportions, her chest a pair of massive, veined orbs that rose and fell with labored breaths. Her areolas were irregular, scarred from self-inflicted "upgrades," dark and sprawling like ink blots. Her hips were wide enough to crush a man, and her red eyes, same as Raven's, fixed on me with a hunger that wasn't just physical.
"Miller brought fresh meat," she hissed, straining against her chains. The metal groaned, but held. "I can smell the upper-district lies on you. Come closer, human. Let me fix that glitch in your soul."
Raven had followed us, her body still glistening from our encounter. She eyed Sera with a flash of something new, jealousy? "This one's mine to break in," Raven growled, stepping between us.
Sera laughed, a sound like shattering glass. "Share? In the Pit? That's a new error." Her chains rattled as she arched her back, her heavy mounds thrusting forward, nipples hardening into jagged points. "He'll choose me. I can give him what you can't, true ownership."
The tension snapped. Raven lunged, grabbing Sera by the throat, but instead of fighting, they turned on me. Sera's chains broke with a glitchy spark, and suddenly I was sandwiched between two predatory bodies. Raven from behind, her scarred assets pressing into my back, her teeth nipping my ear. Sera in front, her veined orbs smothering my face as she ground against me.
"No more lies," Sera whispered, her hands tearing at my clothes. "Just us. Forever."
Their movements were chaotic, a tangle of bites, scratches, and overwhelming friction. Sera's core was a vortex, pulling me in with erratic pulses, while Raven's claws raked my chest, her own heat demanding attention. It was a storm of flesh, massive, scarred, and unrelenting, building to a climax that left us all in a heap, bodies twitching with aftershocks.
But as I caught my breath, I saw it: their eyes flickering in sync. The glitches were spreading. Learning. And I was the catalyst.