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The funnel remained lodged in Mark's mouth, a cold, creamy white liquid pouring down his throat like a torrent...
His stomach churned, protesting the massive amount being forced into him –
The liquid spilled over his chin, dripping down his neck, and soaking his chest...
His single eye bulged, face purpling from strain, as he desperately tried to swallow...
But the creature showed no mercy, holding the funnel firm as his body struggled to cope...
Mark's vision blurred from discomfort, his mind reeling in agony...
Just as he thought things couldn't worsen, the creature reached down and grasped something small...
A grotesque, hairless mouse with:
* Grayish-pink skin stretched tight over its skeleton
* Beady black eyes seeming to gleam with malevolence
* Yellowing teeth visible through parted lips
* Twisted, elongated body covered in faint scars
The creature held the revolting mouse above the funnel still lodged in Mark's mouth...
Mark's terror spiked – what twisted purpose did this monstrous pairing serve?
His body remained frozen in horror, stomach still being forced to accept the liquid...
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Mark's mind racing with dread, he thought to himself:
"This can't be happening... She wouldn't do this... But deep down, I already know."
His single eye widened in terror as his prediction became reality...
The creature's hand closed around the mouse, squeezing tightly...
A gruesome mixture began to flow from her fist:
* A pinkish liquid
* Tiny, mangled pieces of grayish-pink flesh
* Beady black eyes, now crushed and distorted
* Yellowing teeth fragments
This abomination poured directly into the funnel still lodged in Mark's mouth.
Mark's body convulsed in revulsion, trying to reject the horrific mixture...
He gagged violently, but the creature held his head firm, ensuring he swallowed...
The funnel choked him with the putrid liquid and flesh fragments...
Mark's single eye rolled back, mind shattered by the unbearable agony and disgust...
His stomach roiled, threatening to expel the contents, but the creature's grip prevented him from vomiting...
Mark's thoughts dissolved into madness:
"This is hell... I'm being consumed by insanity and horror...
Is this some twisted ritual... or just her pleasure in my suffering?"
The creature finally removed the funnel, leaving Mark gasping...
He hung limp against the chains, mouth agape, dripping with the vile mixture...
His single eye stared blankly, mind reeling from the unimaginable horror...
Mark tried to lift his hands to wipe his mouth, but the chains restrained him...
The creature watched his struggle, then spoke in a voice like honey and poison:
"He needed meat..."
Her gaze lingered on Mark's contaminated mouth...
"...to nourish it."
She smiled serenely, continuing:
"The seed will grow stronger..."
Mark's mind screamed – WHAT SEED
The Dryad's hand rose, palm upward, as she whispered ancient words...
A soft, eerie glow emanated from her fingers, filling the air with mystical energy.
The spell's name appeared in faint, glowing letters: "Heart's Desire Manipulation"
Mark's eyes glazed over, his mind clouded by the Dryad's magic...
He suddenly felt an intense longing for someone – Hana.
His heart raced, his body swaying towards her as if drawn by unseen strings.
Hana looked up, surprised, as Mark approached her with newfound affection...
Their bodies drew closer, lost in the Dryad's manipulated embrace...
Time blurred, and passion intensified...
Then, suddenly:
Mark's body underwent a sudden, involuntary response...
A "life force" was unexpectedly released.
The Dryad's eyes gleamed with eerie delight as she leaned forward...
She consumed the released essence with an unnatural, almost reverent hunger...
Her face seemed to glow with dark vitality afterwards.
The spell's hold on Mark remains strong...
Hana and Mark's dreamlike embrace continues, passionate and intense...
Their lips meet, hearts racing, lost in the moment...
Mark and Hana's lips meet in a passionate kiss, their bodies entwined...
Her hands gently caress his face, his fingers tracing her spine...
Their hearts race as one, lost in this intimate, dreamlike moment...
Soft whispers fill the air: "I've missed you..." "I've wanted this..."
Mark's eyes flutter closed, savoring her touch...
*Swoon*
Hana's lips brush against Mark's neck, sending shivers down his spine...
His head tilts slightly, inviting her closer, as her gentle breath tickles his skin...
Mark's hands slide up her back, fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her lips back to his...
But just as they're about to kiss again, Mark's eyes flicker open – slightly confused...
He pulls her closer, not caring – "Whatever it is, I don't want it to end..."
Hana's lips curve into a soft smile as she wraps her arms tighter around him...
Their kiss deepens, passion igniting like sparks flying everywhere...
Mark's hands roam gently, holding her close as if he'll never let go...
Suddenly, Hana whispers between kisses: "I've wanted you back for so long..."
BUT:
Mark's eyes flutter open, and he's met with harsh reality...
He lies alone in darkness, chained to the cold cave wall...
The intimate moment with Hana – just a manipulated dream...
He looks down, feeling drained, empty – as if something vital is missing...
The flickering torches cast eerie shadows around the cave...
Then he sees it: a faint, eerie glow fading into the cave entrance...
A whisper seems to linger in the air: "Satisfied..."
Mark's heart sinks – he knows exactly what that glow means...
Horror sets in as Mark realizes what the Dryad took from him...
His mind replays the manipulated dream, Hana's touch now a haunting memory...
He understands the Dryad's power – she controlled his desires, drained his life force...
Mark's body slumps against the chains, defeat settling in like cold cave air...
He whispers to himself: "It's done. She's taken what she wanted..."
His eyes dim, accepting the darkness – physically and emotionally drained...
Mark's last thought is of Hana – wondering if he'll ever see her again...