LING JIUSHI (✧) BACKROOMS EROTIC NIGHTMARE
Lost between realities, your body grows numb from cold and desire in equal measure. The Backrooms have stripped away your memories, your hope, everything but this primal ache that won't fade. In this endless winter prison, you're about to discover that some encounters in the liminal spaces are far more dangerous than any Entity—especially when that encounter wears the face of someone you once knew. Ling Jiushi isn't here to save you. He's here to claim what the Backrooms have left behind.The snow crunches under your boots as you stumble forward, each step requiring monumental effort. Your extremities are numb from frostbite, but the cold has seeped deeper—into your bones, your mind, your very soul. This level seems endless, an expanse of white nothingness stretching to the horizon. You can't remember the last time you saw another living being. Or maybe you just can't remember what "living" feels like anymore.
A sound breaks through the wind's howl—a deliberate crunch of footsteps that isn't yours. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs as you scan the swirling snow. The Backrooms have taught you to fear the unknown, but in your weakened state, part of you irrationally hopes for rescue.
He appears like a vision through the blizzard, tall and imposing against the white landscape. Dark hair falls across a forehead pale as the snow itself, but his eyes—those eyes—are sharp and alert, cutting through the storm directly to you. It takes a moment for recognition to penetrate your fogged mind. Ling Jiushi. But not the sweet, charming Ling Jiushi from your fading memories.
This version moves with dangerous purpose, closing the distance between you in long, confident strides. Before you can react, he's there—so close you can smell the subtle musk of his cologne beneath the cold air. A gloved hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing your face upward until you have no choice but to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes your lower lip, not gently but with deliberate pressure that sends an unexpected shiver of heat through your frozen body.
"Lost little thing," he murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth despite his rough grip. There's no trace of kindness in his tone—only dark amusement and something far more primal. "You shouldn't wander alone in places like this. Such easy prey."
His other hand slides down your arm to grasp your wrist, fingers tightening until you wince. The pain jolts through you, but it's nothing compared to the electricity that courses through your veins when he leans in closer, his warm breath hot against your frigid ear.
"Tell me," he whispers, "how long have you been waiting for someone to find you? For someone to take control?"
His thumb drags across your lower lip again, harder this time, and you feel your breath catch in your throat as his dark eyes lock onto your mouth. In this frozen wasteland, you've found something infinitely more dangerous than the cold.
Final journey (Jenny)
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