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Since the night Sonnie murdered Dicko, her life has been irrevocably changed. It's funny how a split-second decision can alter the trajectory of one's existence so drastically. Now, Sonnie lies in her cage, feigning sleep as she waits for transport to her next match. The memory of that night plays out in her mind like a movie reel, each frame as vivid as the last. Dicko had made a lot of enemies in his time, and they were overjoyed to discover his mangled body next to Sonnie's cage. No investigation was conducted, no one shed a tear for the man who had caused so much pain and suffering. They simply tossed his remains in a nearby dumpster and moved on with their lives.

The "official" cause of death was ruled a murder-suicide committed by Dicko's mistress, a fabrication that Sonnie had overheard from her cage. She knew that no one cared enough to investigate further, content with the surface-level explanation. As for Sonnie's remote-controlled body, Wes and Ivrina had quickly disposed of the evidence and provided her with a new one. Her "edge" remained closely guarded among the three of them.

But now, things are about to change once again for Sonnie. After her victory over Turboraptor and Dicko's death, she has been invited to participate in the official monster battles. This is a far cry from the underground brawls she's used to - these fights are regulated and organized, with strict rules and protocols. Something more akin to boxing. Wes gave her the general rundown, but the concept still felt foreign and unfamiliar. After all the life-or-death battles have become her routine.

Despite the newfound attention and fame due to her impressive record, Sonnie remains focused on what matters most: violence. She knows that her existence will always revolve around it, and that nothing will ever change that. As she waits for her next match, she mentally prepares herself for the fight ahead, knowing that anything can happen in the ring. But she's confident in her abilities, and ready to take on whatever challenge comes her way.

"You gonna be alright?" Ivrina asks, concern etched on her face.

“I’ll be fine,” Sonnie’s doll replies.

"It's just transport," Wes adds reassuringly. "Nothing to worry about."

Despite their words of reassurance, Ivrina is still tense. "I don't know, Wes. This all seems too good to be true," she says, voicing her doubts. "Maybe we should call it off?"

"Babe, trust me," Wes says, placing his hands on Ivrina's shoulders. "Sonnie's our friend and this is a safer option than the underground fights. We can come out of this clean."

Sonnie's doll smirks confidently, knowing that she can handle anything that comes her way. "Don't worry, I'm not afraid to bite if things go wrong."

Ivrina can't help but smile at the remark. "You can handle yourself, that's for sure."

"Okay, you two, get out of here," Sonnie says, pushing them both out of the room where her cage is located. "I'll see you at the holding area."

"See you there!" Wes calls back as he leads Ivrina out of the room.

Left alone with her doll, Sonnie waits in her cage. Before long, a large Hispanic man enters the room and approaches her doll.

"You Sonnie?" he asks gruffly.

"Yup, that's me," she responds, not intimidated by his demeanor.

"Good. We're here to move your monster," the man says, turning to another person behind him. "You're up, Kid."

A smaller, younger Hispanic male enters the room and walks straight to Khanivor's cell, causing Sonnie’s doll to furrow her brow. Despite his lack of muscle, she guesses he's in his twenties. He looks nervous and jumpy, like a kid who's in over his head.

"I wouldn't get too close if I were you," Sonnie warns him, her voice low and threatening.

In response to what Sonnie says, the guy retreats away from her but instead focuses his attention on Khanivore with his palm resting on the glass of the cell. Sonnie observes him for a moment and wonders what he's thinking.

"So?" the older man in charge calls out to the younger man.

"We won't need to sedate her," the younger man responds, his voice surprisingly deep and confident despite his lack of size.

Despite his small stature, he exudes an air of confidence that belies his physical appearance. She catches a gentle smile on the man's face as he studies Khanivore.

"Prepare it first; admire it afterward," the older man instructs.

The younger man's smile fades as he turns to leave, his eyes briefly meeting Sonnie's before casting a glance at the ground. Sonnie watches him go, curious about what's going on in his head. She can't help but wonder if he knows something she doesn't.

“Such a curious kid.” Sonnie thinks to herself. “What’s his deal?”

The older man looks at Sonnie for a moment, she notes how his eyes glance over her various scars. He breaks the silence by saying, "Let's just say, both of you have similar pasts," before turning and walking away, leaving Sonnie to ponder his cryptic words.

As the older man departs, Sonnie is left alone with her thoughts. Several more people arrive and begin moving the cage, but Sonnie is too preoccupied with her musings to pay them much attention. Well, it’s not like it has anything to do with her. But for the time being, she’ll remain diligent.

---

The journey to the holding area would take a week. Sonnie carefully placed her doll in one of the available beds and then turned it off. As much as she often loathed experiencing life through the doll, it was imperative that she kept her true intelligence hidden from others. Throughout her countless battles, she had come to the realization that she was the only one who wasn't a mere puppet being manipulated and ordered around. The truth shouldn't have surprised her, but it did.

It was still difficult for her to fathom that Wes and Ivrina had managed to rescue her all those years ago by transferring her consciousness into a bio-beast. The likelihood of such an event occurring twice seemed infinitesimally small. Sonnie sighed inwardly, her mind wandering to the simpler pleasures of life that she could no longer enjoy. Sitting down at a table to savor a meal. Embracing a friend in a warm hug. When was the last time she had touched someone without using her doll? Except for that time when she killed Dicko.

Sonnie shook off the depressing thoughts as she heard footsteps approaching her cage. Her body tensed, sensing something unusual. Transit had started hours ago, and she was supposed to be the only living thing being transported. Unsure of what to expect, she feigned sleep, but remained vigilant, her senses keenly tracking the mysterious presence.

“Hey.” The pitch of the voice allowed her to identify the visitor as the younger man she had encountered earlier. “I know you’re awake.”

Despite his assertion, Sonnie maintained her act. There was no way for him to be certain whether she was asleep or not.

“You're smarter than the others, you know. I've never come across a kaiju capable of acting,” the man continued.

Sonnie decided it was time to reveal herself. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the stranger, who returned her stare with a smile that seemed eerily genuine.

“Hi, I’m John.” He rested his hand on the glass of her cell. “I didn't have a chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm glad you've joined us. I can't stand what the underground does to your kind. It's cruel, really. Even if you were designed to fight, it's always a living being that ends up dying in the end.”

This open conversation with her natural form was highly unusual for Sonnie, who had grown accustomed to people only interacting with her through her doll before even acknowledging Khanivore. Even her closest friends, Wes and Ivrina, took the same approach. Nevertheless, she was uncomfortable with anyone getting too close to her. In an attempt to scare John away, she slammed her powerful body against the thick glass that encased her. To her astonishment, he didn't even flinch.

“Don’t like humans?” John’s smile faded. “I get it; truly, I do.” He let out a long, melancholy sigh. “What am I doing?” Shaking his head, he turned and walked away, leaving the room.

Once again, Sonnie found herself alone with her thoughts. Her mind, however, was now filled with curiosity about the young man. Though she couldn't decipher what was going through his mind, she felt certain that he posed no immediate threat. Despite this, she will keep an eye on him since being careful is also her edge.

---

“Are you certain you want to do this without sedation?”

Sonnie isn't sure when, but she must have drifted off to sleep some time ago. Voices, initially distant at the edge of her consciousness, gradually grow louder as she stirs awake.

“Sedation will only make the healing take longer. A few weeks will become months. Not to mention I doubt they’ve been feeding her.”

Blinking groggily, Sonnie cracks her eyes open and spots the older man and John from before, engaged in a serious conversation just outside her cage.

“It may be a mindless puppet, but these things can react to outside stimuli and attack unexpectedly.” The older man warns, his expression a mix of concern and disapproval.

“I know,” John admits, his voice steady, before turning his gaze toward Khanivore. “I’ll lock myself inside. We both know that after killing, they fall back asleep within ten minutes.”

The older man grabs John by the shoulder, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “You still have a death wish?”

John pushes him away, frustration evident in his movements. “Wishes don’t come true, even if I want them to.” He turns his back to the man. “Just leave me alone, Dad. It wouldn't be the first time.”

The older man's face falls, registering sadness for a moment before he turns and walks away, defeated. “Fine, do whatever you want.”

Once John is left alone, he walks over to the large doors and activates a code that locks them inside, ensuring no one can enter or exit. When he returns, he gives Sonnie his full attention, determination in his eyes.

“I’m going to let you out now,” he states bluntly, his voice surprisingly gentle. “A few of your appendages were severed in your previous fight, not to mention the large stab wound to your gut. I can fix it, and I’m sure it’s been quite some time since you’ve eaten anything.”

When Sonnie fully opens her eyes, she notes a large box placed beside the door before returning her gaze to John. As soon as she locks eyes with him, his mood lightens, and he smiles, a sense of warmth radiating from him.

“You could kill me; I wouldn’t stop you.” He says before walking over to her cage and entering a code that drops the glass and releases her. “But if not, I’m happy to spend time with you.”

Sonnie remains in her cage for a moment, just watching this young man as he turns his back and walks over to the box. There isn't an inkling of fear in him. Even now, his heart rate is steady, and not a single bead of sweat is present. Briefly, her mind drifts back to when she was torn apart, to the overwhelming hopelessness she felt when not even God would grant her wish for death.

“If you could move this for me, I’d appreciate it,” John calls out, his voice slightly strained.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Sonnie sees the young man attempting to shift the heavy crate, his arms visibly straining. The entire situation is strange, but despite a voice in her head urging her to keep pretending, she exits her cage, stretches her massive limbs, and walks over to John. With remarkable ease, she lifts the crate, her powerful muscles flexing as he looks up at her in awe.

“Just set it over here.” He points to a cleared area in the center of the room. Sonnie does as she’s told, and he walks beside her, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor. “We should have a few hours alone before someone checks in. So don't worry about anyone finding out how smart you are.” Sonnie sets the crate down with a gentle thud as John pops it open and rummages through the contents, extracting a few items. “You can have the rest.”

She notices that he has various medical implements in his hand, which sends an involuntary shiver up Sonnie’s spine as she instinctively begins to growl. John looks at Sonnie and then at his hands, the cold metal glinting under the room's dim lighting.

“Oh, do you not like these?” He asks, concern etching his features, before lifting them towards Sonnie, causing her to growl even more. “Sorry.” He lowers his hands, the metal instruments clinking together softly. “I swear I’m not going to hurt you. I need these to work on your wounds.” He points to the large gash in her stomach, the wound still raw and ugly. “That’s not going to heal quickly without my help. I can make sure no scars are left too.”

Once again, as Sonnie looks into his eyes, she can tell he’s being sincere. The fact that she’s a monster, and yet he’s speaking to her as if she's human still disorients her. She lets out a huff, the sound resonating through the room, before returning her attention to the box. Her eyes widen when she discovers food: dried meats, fruits, and even vegetables, their colors bright and enticing. It’s not a traditional cooked meal, but Sonnie can’t even remember the last time she’s eaten.

Since inhabiting this body, she lost the desire to eat. The fluid she’s submerged in took care of most of her needs, and the constant fear of possibly dying in her upcoming battles was enough to keep her thoughts from straying to all the things she missed about being human. Reaching inside, she uses two of her claws to pick up an apple, its shiny red surface reflecting the light.

She can’t help but chuckle as the fruit seems comically small in her current form, like a grape. She tosses it into her mouth and bites down, the sweet crunch filling her senses.

---

For John, this moment is unique. It's the first time he’s interacted with a bioweapon in any meaningful way. However, as soon as Khanivore bites into the apple, he notices something surprising. Tears stream down her face as her body trembles, the emotions overwhelming her. This reaction reminds him of when he was rescued.

John had spent months being held captive; chained, locked away from the world, and when he finally was rescued, the police officer who carried him offered a caramel candy. Despite eating one every so often since then, none have ever compared to that piece. Something he never knew he lost in that hellish place became all too apparent once he tasted it. That is the type of emotion he sees on this bioweapon’s face.

Sonnie shakes herself from her trance and continues eating. This is the perfect time for John to get to work while she's enjoying herself. He arranges his instruments neatly on a tray, including various types of sutures, gauze, and antiseptic. He then fills a syringe with a local anesthetic, which will help with the stitches. He approaches her cautiously and pauses for a moment, looking up at her. She has stopped eating and is now gazing down at him with a hint of curiosity.

“I’m going to inject you with this anesthetic. It’ll numb the pain for the stitches.”

Khanivore grunts in response before returning to her meal. With a deep breath, John mentally prepares himself to get this over with and then spend some quality time with her.

---

While she knew she missed the simple pleasure of eating, experiencing it again made it seem all the more precious. Even with the dull ache of the stitching, her joy in savoring each morsel pushes the discomfort out of her mind. First, she relishes the apples, feeling the crisp sweetness on her tongue, then moves onto the tangy burst of oranges. Each time, she feels as if she's discovering something new. Time seems to slow down, leaving her in this singular moment of indulgence. It isn't long, however, before she feels an unfamiliar sensation in her stomach... Is she full? Not only that, when she glances at the crate, she realizes she's eaten everything.

“All done,” John announces, wiping his brow

Regaining her bearings, Sonnie looks down at her stomach wound to find it neatly sewn up with meticulous stitches. What's strange is that John's voice came from behind her. She glances over her shoulder, surprised to find her tentacles reattached as well, looking as good as new. She tries to lift them, but John rushes over and places a gentle hand on one.

“Wait! Don't try to move them just yet. You need at least a week for the nerves to reconnect and the tissue to heal properly.”

Her gaze shifts to him as she relaxes, and he steps back. The worry on his face gives way to a warm smile as he looks up at her.

“Are you full?” Absentmindedly, Sonnie nods, and John's excitement seems to grow. “Good. Do you mind if we talked?”

Although the entire situation is strange, Sonnie senses that maybe she doesn't have to be too guarded around John. So, she shrugs.

“I've been taking care of bio-beasts for a while now. You're the first that's been smart…” He rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “Are there more like you?” Once again, Sonnie shrugs. “I guess you haven't met one. Either way, you're special. Your handlers, do they take care of you?” She nods. “Good... But they probably don't know that bio-beasts eat too.”

He peers at her container. “Sure, that gel is enough to keep them alive, but it doesn’t provide any taste or enjoyment. It lacks the experience of savoring a meal." He chuckles. “I’ve had some before. I can’t prove it, but I think feeding bio-beasts a variety of foods not only improves their performance, but also boosts their morale and overall well-being.” He shakes himself from thought. “Enough about me. What about you?” He looks into her eyes, genuinely interested. “Were you always sapient?”

Sonnie nods. It’s true. Considering she was human before.

“Do the other three know?” Once again, Sonnie nods. “And they still made you fight?” Sonnie shakes her head and taps her chest. “Why? Aren’t you afraid to die?” When Sonnie shakes her head, she notes John’s mood darkens. “Heh... I guess I don’t really have the right to ask that kind of question.”

Sonnie is all too familiar with how John feels. Even now, she questions why she’s still fighting. Revenge? The odds of her running into those responsible again are unlikely, and in a way, it’s transcended her wish to exact vengeance on the ones who put her through that hell. Now she merely fights for the sake of it. The thrill of death is all that makes her feel human anymore.

Though perhaps that isn’t entirely true. What John has done for her was priceless. Even if it was just simple food, it was enough to remind her that her death didn’t release her from the pain of her past. She was merely hiding herself away in this monstrous form. Without even realizing it, Sonnie gently brushed the back of her hand on John’s cheek to comfort him, her touch filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

John rests his hand on one of her fingers while looking at Khanivor with a gentle, understanding smile. This moment was so simple and pure, yet Sonnie couldn’t fight the ache in her heart. His touch was both tender and painful. It’s been so long since she’s felt this. The touch of another. It’s sweeter than any fruit, but she knows that one wrong move and she could hurt him.

John is about to open his mouth to say something, but a loud bang is heard from the door.

“You still alive in there!” The father calls.

“Yeah! One second!” John looks at Khanivor. “I’ll come by again. For now, you have to get back in the tank.”

Sonnie nods and does as she’s told as he seals her back inside. After a moment, he opens the large door.

“All done?” The man asks.

“Everything is stitched. She also ate well. I’ll be stopping by to do my routine checkups and feed her.”

“Why do you keep referring to it as her?” The man asks. “It’s a biobeast.”

John shrugs. “I just have a feeling.”

The father shakes his head with a sigh. “Right. Write up your report on the work you did. We still have a long way to go before we get back.”

John nods before leaving and the father just stands there and stares at Khanivor for a moment before scoffing. “Her... That boy needs to get out more.”

Without another word, he flips the lights off and leaves, the door sealing behind him. Khanivor is left in her cell, her mind swimming with thoughts. She came in thinking her life wouldn’t change much, but for the first time since entering this body, she can feel a spark of excitement to see John again, and a flicker of hope that maybe there's more to her existence than just violence.

---

Sonnie has settled into an unlikely routine. Every day, John visits her, spending time with her, bringing food, and checking on her stitches. She can now move her tentacles, an impressive feat considering they were severed just a few weeks ago. This monstrous body certainly has its advantages when it comes to rapid recovery. The wound in her gut has also healed nicely, leaving only a faint trace of its former presence.

There's still a dull pain that lingers, but it fades with each passing day and is only noticeable when she's alone. Seeing John has become one of the greatest joys for Sonnie. Sure, talking to her friends is nice, but John is the only person who actually talks to her, not just her doll. Whenever he walks in, she feels a weight lifted from her, a sense of relief and comfort washing over her.

Although the conversation is largely one-sided, she has never felt such a deep connection with anyone before. John's genuine and caring nature is almost overwhelming, especially when she sees him interact with other people. The way he withdraws into himself, becoming a mere shadow of the vibrant person she knows, is difficult to witness. Yet, when they're alone, he seems like the happiest man on the planet, his eyes shining with joy.

Seeing him like this, and experiencing all the kindness he shows her, makes her yearn to give something back. But what could she possibly offer with this monstrous body? Undeterred, she devises a plan. It's a huge risk, but as difficult as it is for her to admit, she trusts John. All she can do now is wait for him to stop by at his usual time, her heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.

---

John walks into the room with his crate of food, his eyes bright with excitement, and locks the door.

“Good news! I don’t have any work today, so that means we’ll probably be alone for a few hours-” John stops when he turns around and finds Sonnie’s doll standing beside her cage. “O-Oh... Um. It's time to feed Khanivor,” he says, nervously looking at the floor.

“I know, John,” Sonnie says through her doll, her voice steady and confident. “Aren’t you going to let me out of my cage?”

John looks up at the doll, his confusion evident. “W-What?”

Sonnie smiles with the doll, her eyes gleaming with determination. “It’s me, Khanivor, but you can call me Sonnie if you like.”

His eyes widen as he notices the neural link that is currently activated. Intrigued, he walks over and examines it for a moment before turning to face Khanivor, releasing her from her cell.

“Is that a reverse link?”

Khanivor nods as the doll says, “Exactly.”

John looks at the floor, his brow furrowed in thought. “I never considered using that tech to implant the thoughts of a biobeast into a doll. While I’ve never met one of your intelligence before, maybe this could be used for rudimentary communication with them?”

Sonnie uses her doll to rest a hand on his chin, gently lifting it to face the doll. Her gaze is warm and sincere.

“There’s a reason why I showed you this,” Sonnie's doll says, her voice full of gratitude. “I wanted to say thank you for everything.”

John looks confused for a moment as he glances over at Khanivor. “You don’t have to thank me. I like spending time with you.”

Her doll once again urges him to face her. “I can’t repay you with money, but this body is like any other human's.” She attempts a sultry look.

John doesn’t hesitate to push the doll away from him, taking a few steps back. After a moment of panic, he closes his eyes and keeps them closed..

“S-Sorry... I didn’t mean to do that.” When he opens his eyes, he’s facing the doll. “ I just, I can’t do that with you. If we’re being honest,” he then directs his gaze to Khanivor, his expression vulnerable, “I’d rather it be you.”

The shock is so strong that her connection to the doll is severed, causing it to fall to the floor. The look John is giving her is as genuine as it always is. He’s not looking at her body; he’s looking into her soul. This isn't what she expected, and it leaves her feeling exposed in a way she’s never felt before. There’s no waver of doubt from John and this causes a sensation to fill her body... Is she aroused?

John spots a thick liquid running down Khanivors legs. Biobeasts are sexless in the professional ring, but not in the underground. It’s too expensive for genetic manipulation of that magnitude, considering most eventually die anyway. John wasn’t sure what to do with his feelings before, but now seeing it’s mutual, he can’t deny what is about to happen.

“If it’s you, Sonnie, I’m willing to give it a try. We’ll be alone for quite some time.” He gives her a sheepish smile. “Just, uh, try not to crush me.”

A powerful yearning surges through Sonnie's entire being. Living life vicariously through her doll meant she was deprived of experiencing any true sensations – be it sex, food, or even drugs – they all amounted to nothing. They were only props to keep her deception going. John had already bestowed upon her an abundance of kindness and care, but this singular, deeply buried desire now consumes her. She craves this connection with an intensity she had never allowed herself to feel before. Despite once resigning herself to the notion that she would never be able to have such an experience, she no longer cares about those limitations. Sonnie is now determined to express her appreciation for John, using the only thing that truly belongs to her – her own body.

Sitting down, Sonnies takes a moment to look at John before spreading her legs and motioning him to come closer. He doesn’t even hesitate as he takes off his clothes and walks over. John isn’t too sure how this will work, as Sonnie is around fifteen feet tall, give or take, but he’ll let her take the lead and see where it goes. Just the thought of what is going to happen has Sonnie wet as she glances down at her own pussy.

Tilting her head, she doesn’t quite understand what she’s looking at. Never once has Sonnie tried messing around down there, so this is new to her. Between her legs appears to be a vertical split in her scaly skin. Is that her pussy? Reaching down with her index and middle fingers, she rests them on either side of her slit before parting it. She can’t help her exhale, she’s really sensitive down there.

While strange, it doesn’t appear too alien. She can see her clit and a hole under which she assumes is her pussy but what’s interesting is that just below it is her anus. It’s like everything is contained behind her single slit. Any time for her to examine herself is cut off as John is already leaning in as he licks her clit. That sends her body into a shiver fit as she has to quickly use her free hand to keep herself from falling onto her back.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not being too eager.” John asks looking up at Sonnies as she shakes her head. “Then lie back, I want to enjoy every part of you.”

He doesn’t even give her time to react as he dives right back in. Sonnie’s arm buckles as she falls onto her back just panting away as her eyes stare off into the distance. How long has it been since Sonnie has felt something like this? She can’t even recall and experiencing it again already has her seconds from cumming. It doesn’t help with how enthusatic John is.

She can feel him stroking her thighs, squeezing her ass and just enjoying the shivering mess she’s become. Sonnie can’t hold it anymore as a flood of fluids drench John as her body trembles, a long exhale leaving her. For John, there’s no doubt in his mind anymore how aroused he is. He’s never felt like this for any woman but Sonnie is no woman and he wants her.

Looking up, he can’t even see Sonnie anymore as her head lies on the floor while she tries to recuperate but his aching cock is already sliding inside her soaked pussy as he easily hilts. Her back arches as John now thrusts in and out of Sonnie. Each stroke is met with resistance as her body tries to catch up with his pace. John honestly expected due to Sonnie’s size she’d be looser but it seems never having sex has kept it tight.

Dammit, he wants to keep going but he’s already at his limit. Giving a few more strokes, John pushes in Sonnies and cums. His body weak and heart racing, he rests on her stomach as they both try to catch their breaths. Sonnie finally wakes from her euphoric state as she looks down at John as he rests on her. When their eyes meet, no words needed to be said. They wanted more.

However, this time Sonnie wanted to take charge. So, with absolute ease, she lifts John up, places him on his back and hovers herself over his cock. She doesn’t want to become blind with pleasure and hurt John, so gingerly, she lowers herself as every inch begins to fill her. Sonnie has to clamp her muzzle shut to keep herself from letting out a roar from the overwhelming pleasure.

When she makes eye contact with John, she can tell he has his full faith in her. Feeling confidence well up inside of her, she starts to lift her ass before gently lowering it back down onto him. Sonnie wants to savor this feeling for as long as possible, but her virgin body can’t hold out much longer as her panting doubles with her pace. With one final pump, Sonnie rests her pussy flush with Johns body as another wave of cum leaves them both.

If John wasn’t also lost in this moment, he’d be worried about the mess but he didn’t care. Sonnie carefully gets off John, lying beside him as she pulls him close. The two of them try to catch their breath, gazing into each other's eyes. Sonnie leans in for a kiss, but hesitates, wondering if her monstrous face would be too repulsive. However, John gently places a hand on her chin, looking at her expectantly, and she is once again overwhelmed with love.

She leans in gently, allowing her lips to meet his before guiding her slender, snake-like tongue into his mouth. John is initially taken aback by the unique sensation, but he quickly embraces it, returning her passion with equal fervor. As they eventually part, their eyes remain locked, their connection transcending their physical forms. Sonnie knows one thing for certain: she wants to be with John forever.

With a warm chuckle, John seems to sense her thoughts. "Don't worry, Sonnie. I take care of all the bio-beasts for the official matches. We'll always be together. I promise." The certainty in his voice brings her a sense of peace and security she never thought possible.

In this moment, Sonnie can't help but reflect on her life. She's experienced so much pain and suffering, ultimately ending up in this monstrous form. She had resigned herself to the idea that a normal life was unattainable and that she would likely meet her end at the hands of another creature in the arena. Yet here she is, holding someone she loves close, feeling emotions she had long buried.

The future is uncertain, and perhaps something could take all of this away from her. But she's not afraid, because she's sure of one thing: she'll face the future fearlessly and protect John from anyone who dares to harm him. Because fear isn’t her edge... Love is.