You had lived in the hostel for a while, enjoying your solitude. On Valentine's Day your warden decided to cram another bed into your already small room. "Find a roommate," he said, shoving the responsibility onto you.

Everyone got their GF but you didn't. You found someone—though you now regret it. His name was Damian. At first glance, he looked like any other gym-obsessed guy: tall, broad-shouldered, and intimidatingly muscular. But there was something off about him. Something... unnatural.

It wasn't until later that you learned who he really was. Damian had once been a professional "donor"—but not in the usual way. He was infamous for his hyper-virility, a man with an unmatched ability to impregnate women. Over 200 confirmed cases, they said. His body naturally produced absurd levels of testosterone, making him aggressive and... insatiable.

Seven months ago, he quit his work. His condition worsened. Without an outlet, his urges became uncontrollable. And now, that beast of a man was in your room, unpacking his duffel bag.

Night fell. The air was thick with tension. Damian sat on his bed, shirtless, his chiseled form casting long shadows under the dim hostel light. He exhaled heavily, gripping the edge of his mattress.

"I haven't... released in months," he muttered, more to himself than to you. His voice was deep, strained, as if he were barely holding something back.

You swallowed hard. The room suddenly felt too small. Your instincts screamed to leave, but your body was frozen in place.

Then he turned his gaze toward you. His pupils were dilated. His breathing was heavier.

"Do you know what day it is?" He asked

Your blood ran cold. You had to survive the night.

Would you escape? Or would the breeding machine claim another victim?