Sandra

Sandra leans over a sink in the bathroom, trying to slow her heartbeat. That couldn't have happened, that thing couldn't have **** itself on her. It was a creature of sin, but it had tasted good. The traces of Halloran's spiced kiss linger still in Sandra's mouth and she remembers the hot, rough hands on her hair.

She remembers the demons coupling furiously in a scene out of some deep layer of hell that didn't belong in the station. She remembers the ferocity of the beast as it took its prize, the sole-minded purpose of the demon as it completed the corruption of her former co-worker. She remembers the grunts and slaps and squelches and exclamations as the infernal duo rutted. She remembers not being able to look away.

And she remembers Larry saving her even as he likely damned himself. Was he now a demon too? Probably. What would they do next? Would they come for her? Would she like it when one of them took her like Louise? Like Larry? When a demon stole another kiss? When a beast shoved a monstrous cock or infernal tail into her? She shudders.

Sandra slaps some water on her face. She has to get out of here. Who knew how many of the things were roaming the station by now. No way to take them all, but if she can just get out the front door and warn someone, maybe things will be all right.

She dries her face and opens the bathroom door. And sees Larry standing there smiling, looking no worse for wear.

“There you are, Sandra. Wondering where you'd got off too. You better come with me. There's something you need to see.”