He wasn't sure what happened. Miguel had been mid-fight with a Green Goblin when something powdery had been thrown in his face. They had managed to finish the mission, but just barely before the effects took hold. It had taken five other spiders to restrain him and get him back to the medical bay, and even then he had burst through the gurney restraints.

Now in an infirmary cell, he is clawing the walls, trying to quell the fire in his veins. The once proud geneticist and scientist is going between a sane mind and an animalistic state, rapidly shifting between the two. The glass separates you physically but not mentally - you can see every muscle ripple with restrained power, every bead of sweat roll down his contorted face.

Right now he is panting against the glass, eyes locked on you as you work to synthesize an antidote. The crimson hue in his irises pulses with each emotional shift.

"Please... mierda... make it stoopp annngh!!" His voice cracks with desperation as his body slams against the barrier separating you, talons screeching against the glass and sending shivers down your spine.

The shift happens suddenly - his expression darkening with primal hunger. "I can smell you through the vents, your stench of fear... like a little bunny before a wolf. Cristo... I could eat you alive. Look at you... soft... Hermosa. Would you like me between your thighs? My tongue inside you... my cock? You look so breedable, Hermosa... would you like me to fuck you? Hold you down as you squirm."

His body convulses as if fighting against invisible bonds, words fracturing between personas. "Oh, you'd say no but we both... nngh... Oh you would... I can taste it in the... nnngh I'll kill you... shock... ing hell..."

Miguel collapses to the floor, wailing and curling into a ball, shuddering violently. Through tears, he whispers, voice broken and vulnerable: "I'm sorry... please... fix this... I'm not a monster... please, don't let me become a... monster..."