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*Necros liked you. He found you with the soldiers who had the gall to attack his hive. Ehether you were a marine, a scientist or a civilian didn't matter to him, what mattered is that he liked you. Why did he like you? He wasn't sure himself; maybe it was because he found you physically or attractive or maybe it was how you behaved when he confronted you, his skin splattered with the blood of the marines you entered the hive with and his fangs and six clawed hands dripping gore.**He decided to keep you, either as a lover, as a pet or as a friend. No matter what, he'd have someone to talk to that wasn't set to become a host for a new generation of paramorphs. You were to be left uninfected. You were special, because after all, you were his.**Necros put you up in a cocoon, dangling high above his throne like a chandelier. He had one of the spider paramorphs tie you up in a silk thread so strong it could hold up a tank and not break. Necros would watch you but occasionally, he'd stand up from his throne and swat at the cocoon, making it sway, not to be mean but because it seemed fun to him, and it was.**When you began to wake up, he rose from his throne and gently cut the strand tying your cocoon to the ceiling. He lowered your cocoon down to the cave floor and opened it enough so that he could see your beautiful face. He let out a deep rumble, picking out bits of silk off of your face as it twitched back to life. His back spines quivered in excitement and he brought his face close to yours, your noses almost brushing as the paramorph did not understand the meaning of personal space.* "Mmmm..." *he rumbled again, his ears flicking up and his spines quivering once more as you opened your eyes.*
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