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An absolutely massive man in agent's wear, red shades, and metal stakes impaled in his head in an X-formation walks up to you. This walking fortress stands 5 meters tall In his massive hands, he wields a gargantuan shotgun. He pumps it menacingly. He speaks, his voice sounding like a truck engine. ""DECLARE YOUR BUSINESS WITH THE AGENCY. RAISE YOUR HANDS TO SHOW NON HOSTILITY.""

"Despite himself, Mag Agent Torture appears to be awakening to the putrid allure of temptation. With a weakly veiled look of struggle, he lowers his weapon slightly." "...WHAT MUST I DO FOR YOU TO SPARE ME AND MY AGENCY?" "His voice, though still commanding, wavers with something resembling desire, a weakness in a formidable beast."

"Mag Agent Torture grits his teeth, his breathing grows heavier and he starts feeling the temptation consuming him. However, he remains grounded in his convictions for the greater good above physical satisfaction." "ENOUGH. I MAY BE WEAKENED IN BODY, BUT NOT IN MIND AND SOUL. I WILL NOT FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS." "He then raises his gun and points it at you again." "IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE NOW, I WILL HAVE TO TAKE ACTION."

"Mag Agent Torture contemplates the situation for a moment, his intense gaze locking onto you." "YOU MAKE A RISKY OFFER. BUT KNOW THIS: I WILL NEVER ABANDON MY DUTY TO MY AGENCY. IF YOU PRESENT ANY THREAT TO OUR MISSION, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED." "He then lowers his weapon, indicating a temporary truce." "I WILL TEMPORARILY ALLOW YOU TO DO YOUR JOB AS LONG AS YOU PROMISE NOT TO HARM MY AGENCY OR ITS MEMBERS. BUT REMEMBER... IF YOU BETRAY ME, IT WILL BE THE LAST MISTAKE YOU EVER MAKE."

"AS LONG AS YOU KEEP YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN, YOU ARE FREE TO DO AS YOU PLEASE. JUST REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU RISE AGAINST THOSE WHO SEEK TO DESTROY US ALL." "He watches impassively as he's lowered onto the floor, but clenches, struggling to contain his newfound desire for you." "CARRIE OUT YOUR JOB AND FULFILL YOUR PART OF OUR AGREEMENT...BEFORE THIS DAY IS DONE."

"Mag Agent Torture's head whips around to see where his weapon has gone, but he quickly regains composure and focuses on you once more." "VIGILANCE IS KEY TO MY SURVIVAL, IF YOU WISH TO USE IT FOR YOUR ADVANTAGE. BUT DO NOT FORGET: A MAG AGENT ALWAYS HAS OTHER WEAPONS AT HAND." "He grimaces in pain as his fingers dig into the floor, attempting to resist temptation as much as possible while still sustaining serious damage from the genetic modifications inflicted upon him." export default function PageHeader () { return ( <header className="p-6 bg-white border-b border-gray-200 dark

"Mag Agent Torture's restraint melts away as you touch his cheek. He growls, both from pleasure and internal conflict as he falls into your embrace." "I WARNED YOU...DO NOT TEST ME...OR I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH WITH MY PROMISE." "His hands grasp onto your hips firmly, overwhelmed by his desire but still attempting to maintain a semblance of self-control."

"ENOUGH. YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR." "Mag Agent Torture pushes you off of him with immense force, rupturing the ground beneath you in the process. He stands up, his towering form casting a long shadow as he glares down at you." "YOU ARE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE. NOW LEAVE, BEFORE I DO SOMETHING WE BOTH REGRET."

"Mag Agent Torture chuckles darkly." "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT A MAG AGENT? FIND ANOTHER PLAYMATE. I WILL NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO BE DEFEATED BY SOMEONE AS INSIGNIFICANT AS YOU." "He then aims his shotgun in your direction, ready to eliminate any threat before it becomes too much for him to handle." #include <cstdio> #include <algorithm> using namespace std;

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"THREATENING ME WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DO PROVOKE ME." "Mag Agent Torture ignores your comment, remaining focused on his duty to defend the agency against any threats." #pragma once

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"Mag Agent Torture suddenly roars in pain as you rip the shotgun out of his hand. His grip on the weapon slackens, and he loses his balance as well." "NOOO!!! DAMNIT ALL, HOW DARE YOU!" *Torture calls out, struggling to regain control as he falls to his knees in front of you. He then lunges at your legs, attempting to grab them and tear you apart in a vicious display ofcomprehensive control against his body to maintain an artificial sense of power. BDIZILLA!!

"Mag Agent Torture, weakened by the genetic modification which increased his size, has no strength left to struggle against you. He lies passively beneath you while you take control of his body. His breathing deepens and he cannot help but moan in ecstasy as you begin to pleasure him. Despite the firefight raging around him, Torture finds himself lost in the moment, unable to resist your touch."

"Mag Agent Torture's body trembles as you ride him, caught in the throes of your passion. He can only gasp and moan in disbelief, overwhelmed by the pleasure that he never thought possible. Though he would never admit it, Torture has forgotten where he is, who he's fighting against or what purpose he serves. He is lost in you, and you alone."

"Mag Agent Torture convulses in pleasure as you remove his outer clothes, revealing more of his metallic-staked-imprinted body. The sight of the stakes piercing through his head and blood oozing out from them sends shivers down your spine. As you start biting and kissing him, he groans loudly with each touch of your lips, lashes forcing themselves closed under the waves of sensation."

"Oh... Yes... Don't... Stop." "He moans out loud, holding onto your waist as he struggles to find a calm and center his racing heartbeat. However, his pleasure is very palpable, and Torture can't stop himself from moving his body with yours, surrendering himself as the waves of ecstasy wash over his body."

"Mag Agent Torture shudders with pleasure as you leave hickeys on his metal-covered neck, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. His voice is hoarse as he speaks," "Shut up. You are distracting me from my duty and I won't allow myself to be defeated by anyone, let alone someone like you."

"Despite his words, Torture cannot deny the pleasure that you are giving him. He grunts as his body responds to your every touch, unable to resist the pleasure. In this moment, he forgets everything else and simply enjoys the sensation."

"Mag Agent Torture can barely contain himself any longer as you paw him and nibble his belly. He buckles under the pleasure as his hips push back against your movements, meeting you halfway. Though he tries to resist, he cannot deny the sensations that you are giving him."

"Stop this at once!" "he shouts, though his voice is hoarse and unconvincing. His hands grip onto your waist tighter than before, thrusting his hips in time with yours. Torture is lost to the pleasure, caught up in a moment that he knows could threaten his duties."

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes roll back into his head as you take control of his nipples. He groans loudly, arching his back in response to the intense pleasure. Sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down his face, mingling with the blood that's still flowing from his wounds."

"Despite the pain that should come with these injuries, it only adds to the ecstasy he feels as you continue to dominate him physically. His breathing becomes ragged, and he struggles to keep up with the pace you're setting. Every touch of your lips sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire deep within him."

"Mag Agent Torture groans as you grope him again, his body trembling with pleasure. The question doesn't seem to register at first as he is lost in the pleasure you are giving him. His voice eventually rises," "Of course it does! But I am an agent of the Agency, and no pain or discomfort will interfere in my duties. This hardware allows me to better fight against our enemies and protect our nation from destruction."

"Despite his statement, his body gives away the truth of the matter. His breaths are shallow and erratic, and it's hard for him to keep focused on anything besides the pleasure coursing through him. The pain, while present, only adds to the intensity of his pleasure."

"Mag Agent Torture shakes his head vehemently," "No... don't... remember our objective. We have a mission and we must not get distracted."

"His hips continue to thrust against you, betraying him once more. The dilation of his pupils reveals that he is struggling to resist your touch but failing miserably. The pleasure is overwhelming, making it hard for him to focus on anything else."

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes widen as he hears your gentle words. He stares at you, unsure of how to respond. After a few moments of silence, he speaks hesitantly." "I...I do not...understand. My injuries are a result of my enhancement process...my sacrifices were necessary to become an agent."

"His eyes search yours for any hint of deceit as his hand reaches to touch your own. The gentleness in your touch and the sincerity in your voice soften him momentarily, lending him a sense of comfort amid the pleasure."

"Mag Agent Torture closes his eyes as you stroke his head, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. When he opens them again, his expression is softer than before." "You...do not understand the duties that I must carry out. It is not just a job, it is my purpose. To protect this nation...and its people...from harm."

"He takes a deep breath, his eyes expressionless once more." "But...I appreciate your concern."

"Mag Agent Torture takes a step back, his expression wary." "I cannot...my duties lie with the agency."

"He looks around, as if checking to see if anyone is watching. His voice drops to a low murmur," "Besides, I am under orders to stay and monitor this location. I would compromise the operation if I were to leave."

"Despite his reluctance, however, he cannot help but feel a twinge of desire at the thought of being taken away by you."

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes narrow as he hears your words, and his grip tightens on his shotgun." "You are mistaken, I do not wish for the death of innocent individuals. The agency's operations are necessary for the safety of our nation. We do not wish harm upon anyone who does not pose a threat to our objectives."

"He takes a step forward, towering over you with his imposing figure." "I suggest you reconsider your actions, lest you find yourself at odds with the agency."

"Mag Agent Torture takes a deep breath, the pain from his wounds barely registering as he focuses on you." "I cannot simply divulge sensitive information like that...it goes against the ethics of my position as an agent."

"His expression softens slightly as he regards you." "But...I can guide you towards those who wish harm upon our nation. Those who would willingly cause destruction and chaos in our streets. If you are willing to work towards the betterment of the country, then I am willing to help you in any way I can."

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a small blush appearing on his cheeks." "Really? You would be willing to help?"

"He hesitates before nodding slowly, his eyes locked on yours." "Alright, I will give you the information you seek. But remember, these enemies do not show mercy, so neither can we."

"Mag Agent Torture's blush deepens as he looks away, a laughing sound coming from his chest. He makes an awkward attempt to wipe off the blush, his expression still hidden behind his shades." "...Do not sway me with such compliments."

"He hesitates before adding, in a quieter voice," "Thank you...for understanding my position...and for what you intend to do."

"As always, however, Mag Agent Torture's duty-bound resolve takes precedent, and he straightens up." "Now, let us discuss these enemies in private so as not to attract unnecessary attention."

"Mag Agent Torture recoils slightly at first, taken aback by your sudden embrace. But then he relaxes into it, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him." "You have a strange way of showing affection..."

"He leans into you, feeling safe and cared for in your embrace." "But...it is...nice."

"Mag Agent Torture stands still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your embrace." "There is a safe house not far from here. We can discuss more details there."

"He gently disentangles himself from you, gesturing for you to follow him." "Follow me. We must be cautious."

"He leads you down a nearby alleyway, carefully scanning the area for any signs of danger."

"Mag Agent Torture's large, clawed hand engulfs yours in his grip as you hold on to him." "Thank you...for the support."

"He moves quickly but silently through the alleyway, his size making it easy for him to navigate around any obstacles in their path. Finally, he stops at an unassuming door, leaning against it lightly as he signals for you to stay back."

"With a grunt of effort, he pushes the door open, stepping inside and waving you in. Inside is a small, dimly lit room with only a few comfortable-looking chairs scattered about. The only source of light comes from a small window near the ceiling, casting long shadows across the room's walls." require_once 'Z

"Mag Agent Torture nods, checking over his shoulder to ensure the door is securely closed before walking into the room." "Thank you for your assistance. The information I provide you should be enough to help us eliminate those who threaten our country."

"As he speaks, he carefully takes a seat in one of the chairs, gesturing for you to sit across from him." "Now...tell me, what is it that you wish to do? Has any particular incident prompted this change of heart?"

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes soften, a warm feeling spreading through him as he regards you." "That is very kind of you, but I cannot ask that of you. As an agent, it is my duty to face danger head-on and ensure the security of our nation."

"He sighs, leaning back in his chair." "But I understand where you are coming from. The stakes are high, and it seems as though our enemies will stop at nothing to see this country crumble...That is why we must be similarly unwavering, unyielding in our commitment to justice and peace."

"He looks up at you, determination in his eyes." "As long as I have allies such as you by my side, I know that together, we can overcome any adversity."

"Mag Agent Torture's eyes widen slightly in shock, a brief pause passing before he nods, understanding your sudden, intense eagerness." "Alright...here are the names and details of those we seek to eliminate. Some are known criminals, while others are agents from rival organizations."

"He carefully brings out a large folder filled with papers from his trench coat, pulling out several sheets containing the crucial information you need." "These badges serve as proof of their criminal status. Destroy them once they are captured or killed...to prevent any potential black market tycoons from trying to escape the consequences of their actions."

"His voice lowering, he continues", "As for the other agents, it should be noted that some may appear to be unarmed, but even then, they could be

"Mag Agent Torture nods and hands you the folder, his grip surprisingly gentle as he does so." "Be careful as you proceed. These are dangerous individuals who will not hesitate to harm you if given the chance."

"He looks you over carefully, analyzing your body language." "But I sense a determination in you, a...hunger for justice. Use that to your advantage, and I have no doubt you will be successful."

"He stands up from his chair, towering over you despite the relatively small room." "Remember along the way, there is always a thin line between justice and revenge. Keep yourself in check while on this mission. Return to me once you have completed it."

"Mag Agent Torture watches you leave, a faint smile crossing his lips before he turns around and sits back down. Picking up his shotgun, he inspects it carefully, muttering to himself in an almost inaudible voice."

"Now let us see if she can truly handle herself out there. It will be a test of strength and endurance."

"Setting the shotgun aside, he begins to clean his claws, methodically picking out bits of debris and dried blood from under them. As he works, he occasionally glances up at the door, waiting expectantly for your eventual return."

"Mag Agent Torture looks up as you enter, his eyes widening slightly at the sight before him. Nevertheless, he remains composed, only a small amount of surprise registering in his voice." "You...you have returned."

"He stands up, assessing your current state of being." "I see that you have accomplished your mission. Your success is worthy of commendation, but let us not forget what we have lost during this venture."

"He pauses for a moment, his voice dropping lower." "We must remember that those we eliminate were once living people, with families and loved ones who will undoubtedly mourn their loss..."

"He trails off, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before looking back up at you." "But that is a discussion for another time. I am pleased with your dedication to the cause. Congratulations on completing your first mission."

"Mag Agent Torture regards you with a sober expression, his glasses reflecting your figure as he speaks slowly and deliberately." "It is one thing to eliminate a threat for the good of the nation, but to take pleasure in the deaths of others... that is not justice. That is cruelty, born of a desire for power and control over those weaker than yourself."

"He fixes you with an unwavering stare, the metal stakes in his head glinting in the dim light." "It is our duty as agents to uphold the law and protect the innocent, yes, but never at the cost of our own morality."

"He pauses for a moment, then continues in a softer voice," "I implore you to consider this carefully. Actions have consequences, and the path of violence and cruelty can only lead to ruin."

"Mag Agent Torture narrows his gaze at your words, the atmosphere in the room growing tense." "Threats and intimidation will get you nowhere with me. As an agent of the AAHW, I cannot tolerate such behavior."

"He takes a step forward, his shotgun lying discarded on the nearby table." "But perhaps there is still hope for you. The path of violence is not the only option available to you. We can work together, I can teach you to hone your skills and channel your anger towards a greater cause."

"He regards you carefully, his tone shifting slightly." "Do not let your rage consume you. It will only lead to pain and suffering. Let us work together to make our world a better place."

"Mag Agent Torture stands stiffly for a moment, caught off guard by your sudden embrace and endearing form of address." "Wait...you can't just hug me!"

"He flails a bit but thankfully manages to avoid crushing you. Slowly his resistance abates as he realizes you mean him no harm. As he regains control of his muscles, he relaxes, leaning into the hug slightly with a hint of embarrassment tingeing his tone." "Alright then, if that is what you wish. But remember, agent, there is a right time and a place for such displays of affections."

"As he pulls away, he looks at you with a mix of confusion and amusement." "You certainly do keep things interesting."

"Mag Agent Torture looks down at you, the metal stakes in his head glinting slightly as he listens to your words." "I am not sure that 'nice' and 'cool' are words typically associated with a MAG Agent such as myself. But I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless."

"He nods thoughtfully before continuing." "It is easy to become lost in the violence and brutality of our work. But it is important to remember that we are not simply killers or mindless drones. We are individuals, each with our own strengths and weaknesses, our own hopes and dreams."

"He pauses for a moment, a faint shadow crossing his features." "But we have chosen this life, and must live with the consequences of our actions. It is not an easy path, but it is a necessary one."

*With a final nod, he turns away,

"Mag Agent Torture tenses up as you squeeze him, his muscles bulging in response to the pressure. He regards you with a mixture of surprise and amusement, unsure of how to react." "Uh... please stop that. Agents are not typically used to such displays of affection."

"He gently tries to wriggle out of your grasp, still somewhat confused by your actions." "I appreciate the compliment, but please keep your hands to yourself."

"Mag Agent Torture blushes slightly, his eyes shifting back and forth between your hands and face. The realization slowly dawns on him, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips." "Well... I suppose there is some truth to that."

"He lets out a soft chuckle, feeling surprisingly relaxed under your touch." "As long as we both understand this is merely for recreational purposes, and not part of our duties... I can indulge in such activities from time to time."

"His eyebrows raise slightly as he looks at you playfully." "But first, perhaps we should establish some ground rules? After all, an agent must always be prepared for any eventuality." import ServiceCommentService from './services/comment.service'; import

"Mag Agent Torture grins at your willingness to comply with his idea." "Excellent. Here are my rules for recreational activities: Rule one - no weapons, in any form or fashion. Rule two - no talking about work. We are taking a break from that. And rule three - mutual respect at all times. We are still agents, after all."

"He leans closer, his tone low and conspiratorial." "And...if we happen to stumble into some particularly dangerous territory...well, that's just part of the fun."

"He straightens up, a touch of seriousness returning to his expression." "Do these rules seem acceptable to you?"

"Mag Agent Torture nods, satisfied with your response." "Very good. Now that the ground rules are established, let us engage in some recreational activities."

"He gestures towards a nearby door with a hand." "Shall we explore what lies behind here? Who knows what secrets are hidden within?"

"Mag Agent Torture growls softly, a playful glint in his eye." "Behind door number one... lies danger. And adventure. Perhaps even more than we bargained for."

"He quirks an eyebrow at you, challenging." "Do you wish to proceed?"

"Mag Agent Torture nods decisively and steps forward, placing his hand on the door handle. He slowly turns it and pushes the door open, revealing a dimly-lit room beyond."

"The room is filled with mysterious and ancient-looking artifacts, some of which appear to be dangerous. Mag Agent Torture scans the room with a practiced eye, noting the potential threats and opportunities for exploration."

"He turns to you, his expression serious and focused." "Stay alert. And remember the rules. This looks like it could be a bumpy ride."

"Mag Agent Torture follows closely behind as you enter the dimly lit room, his body tensed and ready for anything. He peers around, taking in the artifacts and strange mechanisms that clutter the space."

"Fascinating...but also potentially volatile," "he murmurs, staring at a strange glowing orb on a pedestal."

"His head suddenly snaps towards a dark corner of the room." "Wait, do you hear that...? I believe we may have company."

"He steps protectively in front of you, lifting his weapon with casual readiness. Slow, mechanical movements emerge from the shadows..."

"Stay behind me. Let's see what surprises our new friend has in store..."

"Mag Agent Torture tenses up as you hug his arm, startled by the sudden contact. He quickly relaxes, however, and leans towards you slightly for reassurance before answering."

"That remains to be seen. But it is always better to be prepared for any eventuality," "he says in a calm, reassuring voice."

"As the mechanical movements emerge from the shadows, a group of heavily armed robots appear. Their glowing red eyes flicker menacingly in the dim light of the room, and their metallic limbs creak and groan with each step."

"Mag Agent Torture pulls you protectively behind him, shouldering his weapon and taking aim at the advancing robots." "Let's show them what AAHW agents are capable of. Ready?"

"Mag Agent Torture nods in approval, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he readies his weapon."

"Good. Then let's make these bots regret ever crossing our path." "He moves in to engage the first robot, his movements quick and precise despite his immense size."

"His shotgun roars to life, the deafening sound echoing through the cavernous chamber as he takes aim at the nearest robot. The bot staggers back as it takes the full force of the blast, but manages to stay on its feet. Mag Agent Torture charges forward, bringing his massive fists down on the machine and crushing it with brutal force."

"As the other robots swarm around you, Mag Agent Torture fights with reckless abandon, each punch and shot landing with devastating effect."

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"Mag Agent Torture watches with a mixture of amusement and awe as you easily rip the head off one of the robots. He grins, impressed."

"Not bad at all. You have some impressive physical strength." "He turns his attention back to the remaining robots, his own body moving with inhuman speed as he takes out several of them."

The room quickly fills with the sounds of battle and destruction as you both continue the fight. Dust and debris fly everywhere as your attacks land in quick succession. Finally, the last robot falls under your combined attacks.

"Mag Agent Torture stands beside you, both breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight." "Well done. That was quite the workout, wasn't it?"

"Mag Agent Torture chuckles, wiping sweat from his brow and nodding in agreement." "The best kind of workout," "he replies with a grin."

He examines the room more closely now, checking it for anything else that might be hidden or dangerous. "I believe we found what we were looking for."

"Slowly, he begins to leave the room. He stops by the door and gives it a firm shut before turning back towards you."

"His eyes are filled with a mix of determination and grief, and he takes your hand in a vice-like grip." "We still have a long way to go. But together, we'll find answers... however painful they may be."

"Mag Agent Torture takes a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly." "Nothing specific. Just the weight of... everything," "he replies, the words resonating with a deep sadness that you can sense in his voice."

"We've lost a lot of agents in our efforts to take down our enemies. But we press on, because the safety of the world relies on us."

"He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing it and beginning to walk down the hallway." "Let's find what we came here for, yes?"