Act 1
The warm night in Miami enveloped the apartment, humidity clinging to the windows. The deserted streets shimmered under the neon lights, silent except for the hum of an air conditioner and the distant crickets. In this tropical heat, Lisa, a nineteen-year-old Latina born in the Magic City, vibrated to the rhythm of the city, an echo of the fever consuming her.
Upstairs, her parents slept, unaware of her online world. She had made herself beautiful for her TikTok live, tending to every detail: dark halo makeup accentuated her black eyes, giving them a feline intensity, while carmine lipstick highlighted her plump lips. A silver necklace adorned with a cross pendant rested on her chest, sparkling in the light, and dangling earrings, decorated with fine pearls, danced with each of her movements.
Scrolling through her notifications before the live, Lisa saw a post on X scroll by: “BioSynth Labs in turmoil: rumors of illegal experiments in Miami”. She skipped it, her mind elsewhere, already focused on her performance.
She turned on her ring light, chasing away the shadows, and played “Titi Me Preguntó” by Bad Bunny. Twerking in a black crop top and tight skirt, she let the skirt ride up, briefly revealing her red thong, her belly button piercing sparkling with every move. Her caramel skin glistened, her black hair cascading down to her waist. Comments exploded on her TikTok live: “You’re so hot!” “Show more!” Hearts flooded the screen, and Lisa savored her power, her pulse quickening.
A digital media student at the University of Miami, Lisa juggled homework and social media, but tonight, an assignment lingered, forgotten. Her mind escaped the routine.
Diego, her boyfriend, six-foot-one of muscles, sent: “You’re gorgeous, baby.”
She replied, “You’re sweet, my heart (kissing emoji),” rolling her eyes in boredom.
Handsome, but bland. Their lovemaking, mechanical, didn’t satisfy her craving for intensity. She had already cheated on him twice (club flings), but those one-night stands had left her unsatisfied too, craving something wild, forbidden.
On TikTok, her videos in tight shorts to “Envolver” by Anitta hit 10,000 views overnight. On Instagram, her bikini selfies teased her followers, her DMs overflowing with bold propositions.
But under the pseudonym “DarkRose69,” she shared passionate reviews on Goodreads and Amazon about “monster erotica,” a refuge unknown to Diego or her friends.Lying on her bed, Lisa closed her Kindle, breathless after Ganged by the Dogmen. The dominant beasts had ignited her, her thighs clenching. Ravished by the Werewolf had made her shiver, its werewolves tearing everything apart. Taken by the Tentacle Beast quickened her pulse, tentacles wrapping around consenting bodies. Mated by the Yeti left her panting, her body demanding the unspeakable.
A ping broke the silence. A message on Goodreads, from “MoonBeastReader.”
Lisa frowned, wary but intrigued. A reader? The message said: “DarkRose69, your review of Ravished by the Werewolf gave me chills. I’m like you, I’ve lived it... a night with cryptids, a wild initiation. Tonight, they’ve chosen you, they sense your desire from afar. A surprise awaits you outside, like in your books. Dare to look out the window.”
Her heart raced, mixing excitement and doubt. How did she know her address? She checked the profile: a few reviews on Taken by the Tentacle Beast (“thrilling, visceral”) and Mated by the Yeti (“savagely intense”), in a fan style, adorned with a crescent moon.
Lisa typed: “Who are you? How do you know where I live? What’s this nonsense?”
Quick response: “A sister in the shadows, initiated by the cryptids. They have a sixth sense, they spot women like us, those who burn for them. My sisters and I track ready souls on Goodreads, and they’ve guided me to you. They know where you live, they sense your passion. Go look out the window, you’ll see.”
Lisa, breathless, parted the blinds. Six glowing red eyes shone in the park, fixed on her, like from Ganged by the Dogmen. A treacherous heat invaded her.
She typed, hesitant: “Is it real? Why me?”
“MoonBeastReader” replied: “It’s real, my beauty. They chose me before, now it’s your turn. I act for them, an ancient pact. If you refuse, they’ll leave to find another, more daring. It’s now or never, Lisa. I’ll give you all the explanations later, but for now, time is short: the creatures might leave, you must go meet them right away.”
The complicit, almost sisterly tone disarmed her suspicion. Lisa felt her pulse quicken, her readings still fresh in her mind, the image of the red eyes confirming the words. One last hesitation: “What if it’s a trap?”
Immediate response: “No trap, just a unique chance. The cryptids don’t wait, they already sense another woman miles away. Do you really want to miss this?”
Seduced by this mix of mysticism and promises, Lisa felt her doubts melt. The creatures from her books danced in her mind, and the fear of missing an experience worthy of her fantasies prevailed.
She slipped on her white high-heeled booties, ready to seduce the creatures, and snuck out, her heart beating to the rhythm of the unknown.
