The world blasts into focus, strange pressure coils around your wrists, and you realise you're no longer curled up in the cupboard. Your limbs are stretched out, forcing you eagle spread on a soft spongey material. You glance around, blinking quickly as you try to regain you're senses. Ears ringing and muscles straining slightly against whatever's holding you down, the rush of lactic acid making your limbs ache further and your mind spin causing you're still half blind eyes to become even more unfocused and fuzzy. The spinning in your head starts to form a deep ache in the back of you're head.
You continue to blink rapidly, every opening and closing of your eyes making your vision slowly back into focus. Your surroundings slowly become apparent, you're back in the starting room on the huge fourposter bed, the large room feeling slightly smaller and more trap-like as you start to gain more awareness of both your surroundings and yourself.
Overlooking you, looms the giant mass that is this floors guardian, easily eight feet tall, huge, erotic curves that make you feel aroused despite having been sexually assaulted by her in that passionate and defiling kiss that had made your brain fog and toes curl. The taste of liquorice still thick in your mouth despite the time you had been asleep and the time you took to recover and start to run. Her beautiful face looks down at you with both pity and possessive need, lust lacing her movements as she caresses the side of your face. The soft flesh of her hand stroking one cheek with the love of something that knows it's already won. The feeling of being preyed upon disturbs you and makes you come to faster and sharper.
The guardian leans in, but her eyes don't match the original, the colour is all wrong, more yellow and glowing. A detail you only just noticed since your brain wasn't processing things quick enough. "Hello cutie!" the strange Guardian chirps, voice melodic and reassuring yet oddly overpowering like slow acting quicksand or fast acting muskeg, "My name is Tsadkiel, it's nice to meet Asmodeus' little plaything," her voice cascades lightly with an underlying danger like a knife in an inflatable raft. "Listen closely baby boy Asmodeus wasn't supposed to offer you a deal, you were supposed to survive, the girl was supposed to die or at least she was supposed to be the one taking this test." She sighs, her breath tickling your ear as she continues to close the gap between you. "Poor you, having to go against our forms." this line confuses you.
Your face contorting into a mask of confusion and uncertainty, "Oh my, such a cute reaction, it makes me want to pin you so beautifully," Tsadkiel says. Her speech eerily similar the way the Guardian had spoken. "You see every girl is based off of one of us sisters, Asmodeus thought it'd be funny to make all the Guardians based on her sisters. But anyway baby boy back to the issue, you aren't supposed to be in this. So here's my deal," her smirk widens as she speaks, hands twitching with frightful vigor. "Take just one finger and you can return to your own world until next week," her eyes are ablaze with dominant desire, "and by deal I mean what is going to happen, Asmodeus has already used most of her divine energy and karma to create these trials so you're going to take one for the team so my sister doesn't get erased. Okay, baby boy," her voice drops low and predatory, her fingers twitching with perverted desire.