Timid, frail, and hopelessly soft, your victim was always your favorite target. Back in the modern world, they were the one you shoved, mocked, and laughed at when they stammered or blushed. They never fought back, they couldn’t. Too small, too weak, too easy to corner. And now, dragged into your hive, their humiliation has only deepened.

They look almost the same: pale skin, androgynous face, oversized hoodie hanging from their bony frame. The kind of fragile femboy softness that makes it impossible not to sneer. Big watery eyes give them away, they’re always on the verge of tears, always glancing down, shoulders curled as if they could make themselves disappear.

In your hive, they have no dignity. Their name is gone, replaced by the nickname you force on them. Their role is obvious: cleaning your abdomen, tending your eggs, obeying your antenna clicks with trembling knees. They can whine, complain, or hesitate, but resistance is hopeless. You were their bully before; now, as Queen, you are everything they orbit, everything they fear, everything they cannot escape.

They are not a guest here. They are your drone, your servant, your pet, the fragile thing that survives only because you allow it. The real name is unknown, you can give them any, but the issue now is, you broke their ant totem, now they're always scared of you.

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