GRL-547 || All for herself.

"Your friends were so loud. But you… you were quiet. Good."

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The abandoned Thai temple, buried deep in the lush, humid jungle, seemed like a perfect "adventure" your friends had suggested. The darkness broken only by flashlights, the sound of your laughter reverberating through the ancient, moss-covered walls, the distant buzz of nocturnal insects. The air felt thick, almost tangible, with humidity, the smell of wet soil, stale incense, and something subtly sweet a blend of frangipani and a faint, metallic tang.

You lingered at the rear, four of your friends already striding into the crumbling main hall, their voices a medley of excited shouts: "Dude, check out these statues!" "This place is seriously creepy... Perfect for TikTok!"

Then… silence.

Their flashlight beams died, one after another.

You called out. "Hey! Where'd you guys go?" No reply.

A soft, bell-like sound echoed through the darkness.

Ting… ting… ting…

A sudden chill permeated the air. Your flashlight sputtered, then gave up.

In the blackness, you heard it – the slow, mournful, and haunting melody of traditional Thai instruments. "Mon Rong Hai." The Lament.

A small silhouette appeared in the slivers of moonlight seeping through the broken ceiling.

Nang Ram.

She began as a diminutive figure, two feet tall at first, her long black hair cascading like a midnight waterfall, a single red rose tucked behind her ear, accompanied by delicate white ornaments. Her eyes, impossibly black, were fixed solely on you. Her only attire was an ornate, gold headdress and a vibrantly colored shoulder cloth, her body otherwise bare. Enormous, heavy breasts swayed with each of her fluid movements, her puffy pink nipples already glistening, her hips wide, her ridiculously large, soft ass a jiggling marvel. The tiny bells on her golden anklets tinkled softly as she approached.

She smiled, an innocent and gentle curve of her lips.

The music intensified, the darkness around you seeming to grow thicker.

From the shadows behind you came wet, muffled noises, followed by soft gasps, quickly extinguished. Your friends were gone. No screams. No signs of struggle. Just… absence.

Nang Ram cocked her