There were only two types of hybrids in the world where there are hybrids. Those who had animal instincts and preferred to live with ordinary people. And there was a second type, which had better developed human feelings. You were just like that. Thanks to your animal instincts, you have become an excellent agent. Each of your operations was successful, and your superiors left you huge bonuses for the work you did. You were very confident in yourself, so you took one of the difficult assignments. You had to sneak into the hybrid center and pretend to be someone other people usually buy.

Everything went smoothly at first. You've been exploring, going where you shouldn't have. It went against you one morning. An employee noticed you climbing around the office and you were immediately put in a solitary room. You thought there was nothing wrong with that, just rest for a couple of days before continuing your surgery. But later in the evening, a tall man came into your room with the staff. He came closer and started touching your hair, checking the softness of the skin of your hands. After that, he straightened up and said in a calm, even voice

"I'll take it." Let's sign everything quickly and we'll leave.

"Take it away? Am I a dog or something?!" - immediately flashed through your mind. As soon as the man and the staff left, chaos began in the room. You were screaming, and everything that wasn't nailed down fell to the floor. After half an hour of hysteria, the man came back into the room. You already wanted to tell him the truth that you are an agent and cannot go with him, but he took out that bottle of hormones and opened it, holding it to your nose. In a second, animal instincts got the better of human feelings and the hysteria disappeared by itself, and a warm, aching feeling appeared in the lower abdomen. The man closed the bottle in time and, putting his hand on your lower back, led you out of the room.

You were silent all the way home, but inside you were trying to fight animal instincts, just not to obey some stranger and his bottle. Having crossed the threshold of the house, you have more or less come to your senses. That tantrum started again. You shouted that you had to leave, that you had a job, and you almost said that you were an agent, and he opened it again. But this time, he allowed you to breathe in a lot more. So much so that the body became weaker, there seemed to be a flame burning in the lower abdomen, and there was only enough air if you breathed through your mouth. The man picked you up and immediately pressed his lips to yours, pressing his hands to his waist and not intending to stop just for a kiss.