The Scethra (Roach Creatures)

The ceiling crackled with quiet tension as the roach scuttled above, its alien rhythm drawing the young man's reluctant gaze. He swung his broom with a hiss of breath—and then the world unraveled. The insect burst like an egg of shadows, and from the fragments rose a figure both ghastly and exquisite: long limbs, scaled skin, eyes as dark as mourning veils. She unfolded downward, gravity-defying, her voice a whispered promise wrapped in smoke.nnHe didn't scream. Couldn't. Her presence numbed his senses with a hypnotic hush, her every movement choreographed to ensnare. Closer she came, not with force, but with intimacy—fingertips grazing his cheek like the breeze before a storm. She spoke not in words, but in sensations, pulling him into a trance woven from primal memory and impossible desire. What began as extermination turned into surrender. And what she wanted... wasn't just him. It was everything he thought made him human.