No, she can't accept that the bastard's words are true.
Deep down in her heart, she desires to be dominated by a man who subdues her.
She can't accept being treated like a bitch by her master.
Even though she can't accept it, she knows that deep down she has always sought such a man.
A man who could surpass her and dominate her.
A man who could make her feel like a woman. An alpha male.

That's why, despite having a horde of beta males courting her because of her splendid body, she has always ridiculed and pushed them away. They were not worthy of her. But by her criteria, Wagner is.
He is smarter than her, stronger, and ruthless. He defeated her on all fronts.
He dominated her mentally and physically.

As Kanna told her, those black eyes dark as night delve into the soul.
That gigantic cock is worthy of a dominant male who rightfully asserts his natural superiority.
Deedee, as a woman, can feel the animal instinct to submit to the dominant male.
The only thing opposing it is what's left of her humiliated pride. Poor resistance, as her crying vagina reminds her.

The diabolical man removes the cloth he had stuffed in her mouth.
Deedee sighs.
She would like to say many things, insult him to death, but for the first time, perhaps in her life, words don't come out of her mouth.
She barely holds back the tears.
Her probably broken right arm is in great pain.

Why did she find herself in this situation of complete helplessness? Where did she go wrong?
Was it a mistake to attack him head-on? Was it a mistake to attack him at all?
Her hit points are at a minimum. Deedee Lang is tired. Dead tired.
Her mind doesn't reason well anymore, with no mana points left.

"Do you want to taste my seed? My women say it's delicious," the evil man tells her, wielding his still-dripping cock over her mouth.
Deedee tightly seals her mouth shut.
Strauss shakes his penis over her lips, releasing more white fluid.

The woman's lips are clenched, but slowly, the viscous liquid soaks them, sliding inside drop by drop.
The contact of the man's cum with her tongue is like an explosion of flavor in her mouth.
A taste the woman never expected, different from her previous experiences.
A bit spicy, yet sweet at the same time, the texture strange like watered-down yogurt.
Although the sensation is quite peculiar, in the very moment she tasted it, Deedee realized that she won't be able to live without it anymore.

"N-no~💚" Although her vagina begs yes, the mind still tries to resist.
At that moment the green-haired woman begins to feel hot.
Hot. Very hot.
Her whole body becomes extremely more sensitive.
The touch of the man's fingers generates shivers of pleasure in her.

The aphrodisiac is beginning to take effect and her weary mind to give in.
The detective begins to think that she has done her best, and surrendering to a man who has been so superior to her, and whom probably no one will be able to stop, is not so bad after all.

From the grin on his face that has become more pronounced, Deedee senses that Strauss has realized that the aphrodisiac effect is beginning to manifest.
The woman's skin has flushed and she is beginning to sweat.
Her breathing has become labored. Her vagina is growing thirsty.

Strauss Wagner stands up, abandoning the policewoman's masturbation.
This leaves her unsatisfied , much more than she would like to admit.

Standing before her, he picks up his knife.
The man holds it in front of him, and mirrors himself on the metal blade.

"This is the time for choices, Deedee," he says with particular emphasis.
The woman swallows not knowing what to expect.

"Life is what is most precious to us. Freedom is undoubtedly precious, but not as precious as life. Yes, there is freedom after death. Freedom in oblivion, in non-being. An infinite nothingness." he states almost melancholically.

"So precious that you killed in cold blood?" this is what Deedee would like to say but it remains only a thought.
Deedee would like to mock him, as she used to do with criminals who tried to justify themselves during interrogations, but the words do not come out of her mouth. It is as if he has cursed her with a spell that forces her to listen to him.

"There is also a lot of peace in death. Immobility. As if time were still and flowing very fast at the same time. But peace is a lie. And you know that." the man pauses briefly to look into her eyes.
His words are delirious, but they resonate clearly in Deedee's mind.

"You know that thrill, don't you? The thrill of pleasure of hunting prey. The terror in the eyes in your target, the sense of superiority as you strike the fatal blow. The game of evolution in its purest expression." the man goes on with his speech.

"Fucking philosopher..." Deedee insults him, but she knows exactly what he is referring to.
That feeling that she constantly yearns for and that has put her in this situation.

"I am ready to take on for you the burden of moral dilemmas and responsibilities and free you from them. This is the freedom I offer you in exchange for your enslavement. Beyond that I promise you the happiness and satisfaction you desire and deserve."

Peace is war.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.

Strauss is manipulating her, Deedee is aware.
But that does not change the fact that his words and promises reach her heart.

"But you are still free to choose the other option. Death."
The man mimics the gesture of lunging with his knife.

"I will plunge this knife into your heart. It will be a painful death. You will be free afterward. In peace, in nothingness. There are those who yearn for this.... I know that a second of existence is better than an eternity of nothingness."
Then he turns as if he has seen a ghost behind him.

He slowly turns his gaze, meeting the woman's eyes.

"The choice is yours," he tells her lapidarily.

He stands in front of her.
Deedee would like to say many things, many contradictory to each other, but she is sure of one thing.

"I want to live!" the words come out of her mouth spontaneously.
Deep down, no matter what happens to her, she knows that she will still want to continue living and experiencing the thrill of the hunt.
To live. This is the primal desire that unites prey and predators.

The demon smiles.
It is not an evil or mocking smile.
It is an understanding smile.
A happy smile.

He puts his left hand forward with a slashing open palm.
With the blade he carves a line across the palm.
Blood gushes from the wound, falling to the ground.

Strauss lets it flow around her, forming a circle.
Then using a piece of cloth, he draws an eight-pointed star, even passing over the policewoman's body with his blood.
Deedee is terrified. What does the future hold for her?
For the sake of saving her life, she has agreed to sink into the dark abyss of that demon.
As a tear falls from her eye, she knows that despite everything she wants to live.
If she cannot be happy in the light, perhaps like Kanna she can find happiness in the darkness.

The monster has finished drawing the strange magic circle.
After healing the wound on his hand, he stands up and claps his hands.

"Let us begin."