"<em>I-I... I can't...</em>" The response is muted, mixed in with a bit of terror. "<em>I can't do either of that... P-please... You're like me right? M-magical girls? Y-you're really here to help?</em>"<br/><br/>She hesitates for a moment, before replying. "<em>You can come in... Slowly. Don't make any sudden moves. Don't come towards me. Don't touch me.</em>" She orders, stressing the last command the most.<br/><br/>To those who enter the room, it's a mess. It looks to be the mud room between the mansion and the garden outside. Both doors are barricaded hastily with furniture, and slumped in the corner is the magical girl. Her outfit is a mess, more a pile of partially dissolved rags than any form of clothing. Beyond that even she looks like a total mess.<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes are partly glazed over, and there's some sort of nectar-like fluid around her mouth. Her exposed breasts are small and perky, probably B cups, but her nipples seem hard enough to cut glass. Below, her cock is hard enough that it looks like it may burst at any moment, and the crotch below it is slightly gaped and leaking honey-like fluid. Barely visible, her ass seems to have a moderately thick vine trailing from it, the end uncleanly snapped off.<br/><br/>Her body language is tense, one hand gripping a chair leg so hard that her knuckles are white, as if barely resisting the urge to give herself some relief. The other is gripping a small odd-looking pistol tightly.