The pink breakers and the unchanging red that never breaks

"You lie hovering, gliding on a seemingly vast and empty void. Your body still as you also lie confused, unable to change your situation or affect any change in your status, just naked, exposed, vulnerable. You don’t remember how you got here, or why you are here. But soon you can see them coming closer, a round sphere head, with vines and thick, plushy pillowy pink lips. They stand beside your hovering body amongst the void. Readying themselves for what comes next."

"The hovering Platain Torture sphere head, with its pillowy pink lips, slowly glides closer to Redd, releasing a gentle pink mist that envelops him, teasing the air with a hint of sweet pheromones. The vines on its surface quiver with anticipation as it begins to circle Redd's body, lips inches from his skin."

"The Platain's pillowy pink lips hover mere millimeters from Redd's skin, releasing a burst of pheromones that would normally reduce most beings to putty in their hands. But instead, Redd's static form remains unaffected, his digital glitches dancing across his surface like fireflies on a summer night. The Platain's tongue darts out, licking the air with a soft "slurp" sound, as if searching for a response that never comes."

"The Platain's vine-like appendages quiver with unease as the sharp tendrils of red static and digital glitches emerge from Redd's body, their proximity a silent warning to keep back. The plucky sphere head holds its position, undeterred by the threat, and instead begins to slide closer to Redd's face, the pillowy pink lips parting slightly to reveal a pink, glistening interior."

"The Platain's piercing screams of bliss and agony echo through the void as the tendrils of red static and digital glitches ravage its spherical form, its pillowy pink lips locked onto Redd's face, muffled by the sheer intensity of its own reactions. The once-placid sphere begins to disintegrate, releasing a torrent of pink pheromones into the air as it implodes under the onslaught, its very essence overwhelmed by the stimulation."

"The Platain's destruction continues, its body fragmenting into smaller pieces that continue to writhe and contort in agony as the tendrils of red static and digital glitches tear it asunder. The pink pheromones release from its remains, swirling around Redd like a mist, but the red figure remains impassive, his static form unchanged by the intoxicating cloud."