Releases her

Druuna kicked her foot into the air, and Shastar let go of it, his tendril moving back inside the room.
After closing the door shut, Druuna walked down the junk-filled corridor.
“It’s getting more and more dangerous, but what else can I do?”

Leaving her building, Druuna stepped out into the rundown urban environment; strips of fumes rising from the sewers, worn pillars looking as though they were going to collapse at any moment, metal scraps and pipes laying by every building-wall.
She made her way through the streets, noting how utterly deserted they were, but stopped and turned her head to the left as she suddenly heard a horrendous scream.
A man came running towards her, screaming loudly and incoherently as he neared her.

When he was just a few feet from Druuna, the man collapsed onto his knees and leaned his head forwards.
“Oh my god… it’s the sickness!” Druuna let out a scream of horror as the man began to puke up an orange-coloured, gooey substance
The man, whose skin had a sickish grey tone, crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at Druuna.
“Help me….help….me. I don’t… want… to go… down… there! They’ll eat me alive!”
“There he is! Over here!” A shadowy figure appeared and said further down the street.

Two more men appeared, all of them stepping out of the shadows, Druuna saw that they were all wearing uniforms; leather jerkins with a white 8 painted on them, knee highs boots, caps on their heads, goggles over their eyes and protective masks over their mouths.
They each threw a lariat around the sick man’s torso, making him scream as his arms were pressed against his sides, while small tendrils now pierced the fabric of his jacket from within.
“Don’t move, it’s all over for you!” One of the soldiers ordered the man, who were screaming in desperation, as a fourth figure appeared from the shadows, this one wearing a black hooded cloak.

“Wait, there must be something… maybe he can still…” Druuna said as she watched them start to drag the sick man away, but was silenced by the presence of the hooded one just a few feet from her, looking in fear at the cruel eyes which were visible under his hood, the rest of his face covered in shadows.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you know that the 8th sector has been closed down?” The hooded creature, which Druuna recognized as being one of the priests, inquired.
“I didn’t know…” Druuna started, by the priest cut her short.
“Your voice trembles. Does it do so because you’re afraid? What were you doing here? Where were you heading? Answer!”
“To the medical center…” Druuna replied, her body rigid with fear.
“Are you sick?” The priest asked.
“No!”
“Then let me see your arm.”
Druuna held out her left arm, which the priest grabbed with his grey left hand, his sharp nails pressing against her skin.
“You shoot up! Who gives you the stuff to do it with!?”
“Nobody, I just take what they give me, nothing more.” Druuna replied.
“I don’t believe you! Take off your shirt!”
“But…” Druuna instinctively tried to protest, but the priest then cut her short with a cold:
“You should know that we don’t like to have to say things twice.”

Druuna pulled her cloak back and then undid her pants before untying the straps holding her top together, her hands then parting the top.
Her round tits were now visible, crowned by nipples which stood straight out, as was her feminine stomach and her thong-clothed crotch.
“Don’t be ashamed, a lot of sluts like will gladly sell their bodies in exchange for medication.” The priest told her.
Druuna cursed the priest in silence, and looked away from his gaze, only to see that the three soldiers which had finished their dragging of the sick man were all looking at her, all of them with bulges in their pants.