She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. But she couldn’t. Terror bloomed in her chest. Her limbs shook. They had no time to waste. Everything was wet with slime, very slippery subtance that exploded from nowhere. Her body no longer responded like it should. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. Sofia didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: she and her team would face it together, as they always had. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Her waist was narrow, accentuating her curves her hips were rounded and her ass was huge, a feature that didn’t go unnoticed by those who worked alongside her. Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training. One evening, as Sofia and her team were assigned to patrol the lower levels of the ship, an unexpected incident threw the vessel into chaos.
