She collapsed forward with a grunt, shaking. For Sofia and her team, it was a new challenge—one that required them to adapt to the unique environment of the ship while still maintaining their training and discipline. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. As they observed her they made an unmistakable conclusion – her right fist was lodged deep in her anus. Without warning, a chill sliced through Sofia. Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. 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. Terror bloomed in her chest. With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around.
