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You run, and he stays right behind you

SergeantC — Sat, 20 Jun 2020 17:33:35 GMT

SergeantC:

The muscles in your back tense as you wait for the feel of the creep's sharp blade between your shoulders. It doesn't happen. You keep running, the creep right behind you, close enough to easily cut your body or your head with one swing. But he doesn't take the swing.

You don't have time to wonder why not. You just keep running. Maybe the creep wants to tackle you, but he doesn't seem to be trying to do that either.

You don't know how much longer you can run; you are getting tired. Several hours of pursuit, flight, and terror, are taking their toll on your body; you can feel yourself slowing down. Your breath is rasping through your lungs. And you are still waiting for the creep to stab you or grab you, but he seems to be in no hurry to do either.

You don't know where you are going, and you don't care. Part of you wants to keep running, to do anything you can to escape. Part of you wants to give up, to stop running and kneel and wait for the machete to fall. And part of you wants to stop running, turn, and fight. You are smaller than the creep, and worn out from running, and unarmed, but you should be able to do something. You can't kill him, but maybe, just maybe, you can disable him somehow, stop him from chasing you long enough to get to safety.

What do you do?

*[[Keep runnig]]
*[[Stop running and wait for the creep to kill you]]
*[[Stop running, turn, and fight]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
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You manage to complete your walk of shame back home.

SergeantC — Fri, 21 Feb 2020 19:26:00 GMT

SergeantC: remove a type

'''Naked, dirty, humiliated and in Pain'''

It's a horrible, long walk back home. Your body covered in filth and filled with jizz, a big stupid stock board stuck on you, along with the bucket and clothespins. Your legs wobble and cum drips from every hole. People scream insults at you, laugh and throw garbage and drinks at you as you pass by. You keep expecting someone on call the cops, but nobody does. You guess there's nothing threatening about you with the state your in right now. Occasionally, a passerby slaps your ass, squeezes one of your tits, or vice-versa.

When you finally get back to your block, your neighbors hoot and holler at you as you walk back to your house. Doing your best to ignore their catcalls with tears in your eyes and a scowl on your face that could melt steel, you make it to the front porch and realize you left your door locked. You drop to your knees and use your mouth to lift up the welcome mat, grab the key and unlock the door with your tongue. You guess all those cocks you had to suck paid off. Thank goodness those paper towels wadded in your mouth fell out.

As you enter your home you kick the door shut, spit your key onto the ground and lock the door with your face. A blast of icy cool air hits your already freezing, soaking body and makes you tremble in pain. Unable to tolerate the chills all over your body, you fall face first onto the floor. Your fall shatters the flimsy stocks once and for all, and hard pieces of wood flank your sides as your sob into your carpet.

A hot shower, a nap and a cup of coffee will feel really great soon. After that, you'll call your lawyer in the morning. You're planning to sue absolutely everyone.

'''The End.'''

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You manage to complete your walk of shame back home.

SergeantC — Fri, 21 Feb 2020 19:25:03 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Naked, dirty, humiliated and in Pain'''

It's a horrible, long walk back home. Your body covered in filth and filled with jizz, a big stupid stock board stuck on you, along with the bucket and clothespins. Your legs wobble and cum dripsg from every hole. People scream insults at you, laugh and throw garbage and drinks at you as you pass by. You keep expecting someone on call the cops, but nobody does. You guess there's nothing threatening about you with the state your in right now. Occasionally, a passerby slaps your ass, squeezes one of your tits, or vice-versa.

When you finally get back to your block, your neighbors hoot and holler at you as you walk back to your house. Doing your best to ignore their catcalls with tears in your eyes and a scowl on your face that could melt steel, you make it to the front porch and realize you left your door locked. You drop to your knees and use your mouth to lift up the welcome mat, grab the key and unlock the door with your tongue. You guess all those cocks you had to suck paid off. Thank goodness those paper towels wadded in your mouth fell out.

As you enter your home you kick the door shut, spit your key onto the ground and lock the door with your face. A blast of icy cool air hits your already freezing, soaking body and makes you tremble in pain. Unable to tolerate the chills all over your body, you fall face first onto the floor. Your fall shatters the flimsy stocks once and for all, and hard pieces of wood flank your sides as your sob into your carpet.

A hot shower, a nap and a cup of coffee will feel really great soon. After that, you'll call your lawyer in the morning. You're planning to sue absolutely everyone.

'''The End.'''

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You manage to complete your walk of shame back home.

SergeantC — Fri, 21 Feb 2020 19:17:53 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Naked, dirty, humiliated and in Pain'''

It's a horrible, long walk back home. Your body covered in filth and filled with jizz, a big stupid stock board stuck on you, along with the bucket and clothespins. Your legs wobbling and cum dripping from every hole. People scream insults at you, laugh and throw garbage and drinks at you as you pass by. You keep expecting someone on call the cops, but nobody does. You guess there's nothing threatening about you with the state your in right now. Occasionally, a passerby slaps your ass, squeezes one of your tits, or vice-versa.

When you finally get back to your block, your neighbors hoot and holler at you as you walk back to your house. Doing your best to ignore their catcalls with tears in your eyes and a scowl on your face that could melt steel, you make it to the front porch and realize you left your door locked. You drop to your knees and use your mouth to lift up the welcome mat, grab the key and unlock the door with your tongue. You guess all those cocks you had to suck paid off. Thank goodness you were finally able to spit out those paper towels wadded in your mouth.

As you enter your home you kick the door shut, spit your key onto the ground and lock the door with your face. A blast of icy cool air hits your already freezing, soaking body and makes you tremble in pain. Unable to tolerate the chills all over your body, you fall face first onto the floor. Your fall shatters the flimsy stocks once and for all, and hard pieces of wood flank your sides as your sob into your carpet.

A hot shower, a nap and a cup of coffee will feel really great soon. After that, you'll call your lawyer in the morning. You're planning to sue absolutely everyone.

'''The End.'''

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The stocks break

SergeantC — Fri, 21 Feb 2020 19:16:56 GMT

SergeantC: Clarified a minor plot point

'''Naked and in Pain'''

You hear an ominous creaking sound coming from below. You start to mutter "oh no" under your breath really fast as you feel the device holding you slowly begin to lean forward. With a loud "SNAP!" you feel the base of the stocks break apart, sending you falling face first onto the ground, right into a puddle of mud created by the water spilled from your bucket. Your head and arms are still trapped in the stupid board. You barely manage to get up, your legs trembling and your vision blurry. You are an absolute mess of half-washed cum and dirt. Every muscle in your body is screaming in pain. You are vaguely aware that the constant rain has loosened the tape over your lips, and it is now covering only a corner of your mouth. When your numbed mind tells you that you can open your mouth at last, you spit out the paper towels. You can still taste them, however; your tongue and lips feel dried and swollen because of them.

As your vision clear, you can see the exit over in the distance, but it's a long walk home.

*[[You manage to complete your walk of shame back home.]]
*[[You get caught by security]]
*[[You get caught by sleazy criminals]]

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You fail. The creep subdues you and ties you up so you can't try to escape again.

SergeantC — Thu, 20 Feb 2020 02:50:08 GMT

SergeantC:

Too late you realize the creep was expecting you to try something of the sort. He dodges your foot and, without letting go of your arm, throws you to the ground, then throws himself on top of you. Only when you are pinned with his body weight does he let go of your arm.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back. He places the blade of his knife against your throat. "You shouldn't have done that," he says. "Now I'm gonna make sure you don't try anything like it again."

You try to resist as the man pulls your arms behind your back and binds them with strong rope. You tug at your bonds as he shoves a rag into your mouth, then ties a disgusting scarf over that. The rope is tight, and there's lots of it. You can't feel any knots. You realize this creep seems to know what he is doing when it comes to tying up young women.

You try to beg for your safety, but the gag is tight, too. You cannot scream for help or try to talk your way out of this mess. And, with your hands tied behind you, you can't fight.

"Roll over." The man's voice sounds harsh. Scared and all too aware of just how defenseless you are, you do as the creep says, and roll over onto your back. He forces you to watch as, grinning the whole time, he picks up each item of your clothes, one at a time, and destroys them, ripping them and then using the knife to cut them into shreds. By the time he is finished, nothing is left of your clothes but scraps.

The man pulls you to your feet. Still standing behind you, he reaches around and starts playing with both of your boobs, one in each hand. This goes on for quite a while, as he starts off fondling them, if a little painfully, but then very quickly gets rough, squeezing and twisting them until the pain is excruciating. You scream into your gag, knowing as you do that no one can hear you. You are sure you know what is coming, and you try to think of a way out of it. Nothing comes to mind.

Eventually, the creep takes his hands off your tits. He grabs your shoulders and spins you around, roughly. Then he starts hitting you.

He is small, and wiry, but is also stronger than he looks, and he knows how to hit you, and where to hit you. And, of course, with your arms bound behind your back, you can't defend yourself. You stagger backwards, then sink to your knees as the man punches you in the face and head, in your breasts and in your belly. Once you are on your knees, he starts kicking your face and your tits.

Finally, you are lying on your back, looking up at the creep. Your entire body seems to hurt. You cry and tug at your bonds. This, you think, is the moment you really fear.

He lays down on top of you, slides himself inside you. You close your eyes and try not to think of anything as he roughly, viciously, drives himself deeper and deeper into you. It goes on for a long time. He screams and grunts in rage as he viciously rapes you. You cry and try to ignore the pain.

Finally, he pulls out. You open your eyes, and are in time to catch his cum in your face and on your tits. You start to choke on it, but manage to control yourself.

The creep reaches down, grabs your arms, and hauls you to your feet. "Now," he says, "this is for trying to get away like a bad little bitch." He beats you up again, even more viciously. You hadn't thought this was possible, but he must have been holding something back the first time. He doesn't hit and kick you as many times, but each blow is harder.

You scream more, even though the gag muffles your noises to where no one can hear you.

You hope he's finished, but of course he isn't. He hauls you to your feet again. He stands behind you.

"Bend over at the waist, cunt," he says.

You do.

Once again, he fucks you, brutally driving his still-engorged dick into your pussy. The force of his deep thrusts drives you to your knees, then onto your belly. Still, he continues, only stopping when you are lying on your stomach.

At least, you think he's done. You feel him pull out of you. Then you feel him enter you again, this time in your rectum.

This time is as hard, brutal and painful as the first two times. You endure the agony of having your butt violated, and wait for him to stop.

When he does finally stop and pulls out, he once again squirts his cum on you. You feel it splash over your thighs and your ass.

With his foot, he rolls you over.

He smiles at you as you look up at him in terror. "Thanks for a great time," he says. "It's been lots of fun, and I know you enjoyed it too."

You try to curse him out for that, but of course, you can't. He ignores you anyway.

You wonder what is going to happen to you next.

*[[He unties you and lets you go.]]
*[[He marches you through the woods to a small cabin.]]
*[[He ties you to a tree and leaves you.]]
*[[He decides to kill you.]]

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He ties you to a tree and leaves you.

SergeantC — Thu, 20 Feb 2020 02:34:57 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Naked, bound, gagged'''

He must have done something to knock you out, because the next thing you know, you are standing against the rough bark of a tree. Your arms are behind the tree, bound tightly at wrist and elbow. There is rope wrapped around your arms, your belly, your breasts and your thighs, all of it going around the tree trunk, holding you tightly in place. Your ankles are bound. You are still gagged. And, you think, the creep destroyed your clothes while you watched.

You look around. The sun is getting lower in the sky, and there are clouds starting to form. You shiver, even though it is still extremely hot. The bark of the tree is rubbing against your skin, a sharp splinter is digging painfully into your butt, your hands are numb, and your face, breasts and belly still hurt.

You start sobbing again.

The creep is standing a few feet away, watching you. He grins when he sees you. "Goodbye, pretty lady," he says. "I don't suppose we'll ever see each other again. Not too many people come out to this part of the woods, so I don't imagine anyone will find you before it's too late."

Still sobbing, you try to plead with the creep, but, of course, you still can't pronounce any legible words, which you find very frustrating.

He watches you intently as you try to speak. "I suppose I could take that gag out," he says. "No one can hear you, so it won't matter if you scream at the top of your lungs. But I'm going to leave it where it is." He grins again. "Think of it as my parting gift to you."

You start struggling with your bonds, looking back behind you as best you can as you do. When you next look around you, the creep is gone. You look around you at the woods. You see no one, and you also see no sign that anyone ever has been out here. You are hoping the man is wrong, and that someone will find you.

You start to cry again. You continue to struggle with your bonds, as that is the only thing you can do.

Do you:
*[[You eventually get free, but it takes a long time.]]
*[[You never get free.]]
*[[Despite what the creep says, someone does find you.]]
*[[The creep decides to come back and finish you off.]]

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You run, and he stays right behind you

SergeantC — Thu, 08 Aug 2019 20:45:45 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'The muscles in your back tense as you wait for the feel of the creep's sharp blade between your shoulders. It doesn't happen. You keep running, the creep right behind you, close …'

The muscles in your back tense as you wait for the feel of the creep's sharp blade between your shoulders. It doesn't happen. You keep running, the creep right behind you, close enough to easily cut your body or your head with one swing. But he doesn't take the swing.

You don't have time to wonder why not. You just keep running. Maybe the creep wants to tackle you, but he doesn't seem to be trying to do that either.

You don't know how much longer you can run; you are starting to get tired. Several hours of pursuit, flight, and terror, are starting to take their toll on your body. You think you might be starting to slow down. Your breath is rasping through your lungs. And you are still waiting for the creep to stab you or grab you, but he seems to be in no hurry to do either.

You don't know where you are going, and you don't care. Part of you wants to keep running, to do anything you can to escape. Part of you wants to give up, to stop running and kneel and wait for the machete to fall. And part of you wants to stop running, turn, and fight. You are smaller than the creep, and unarmed, but you should be able to do something. You can't kill him, but maybe, just maybe, you can disable him somehow, stop him from chasing you long enough to get to safety.

What do you do?

*[[Keep runnig]]
*[[Stop running and wait for the creep to kill you]]
*[[Stop running, turn, and fight]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Throw your shampoo bottle at him and run

SergeantC — Thu, 08 Aug 2019 20:30:22 GMT

SergeantC: corrected a typo

Without thinking, you throw the shampoo bottle you're holding into the tall man's face. You hit him squarely, and put some force into it. All those years pitching on your high school's softball team paid off with that one throw.

You are very lucky, as the impact of the partly empty plastic bottle makes the man stagger backwards, giving you a few precious seconds.

You take full advantage of them. You leap out of the shower and run for the exit, not caring about the soap covering your wet body or the shampoo in your hair. None of that matters. The only important thing is to get away from this creep.

It's close. He tries to grab you; you actually feel his hand touch your hair, but he fails to get a grip before you are out of the cabin and running naked into the night.

Outside, the rough stones of the path dig into your feet, and your large breasts bounce painfully as you run. You are only dimly aware of the cool night air. You know you have to make a decision. You can either go to the cabin the guys are staying in, and get them to help you to fight this creep, or you can run to the lake, and warn the skinny-dipping girls.

The guy's cabin is fairly close by, the lake is further away. You don't know if you can reach either one of them. The tall man looked like he might be a good runner, and he has almost certainly recovered and will be chasing you by now.

Where do you go?:

*[[To the boy's cabin]]
*[[To where the girls are skinny-dipping at the lake]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls), Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie|Dead=No one... yet}}
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Pi Pi Pi/Not through this neighborhood

SergeantC — Sun, 05 May 2019 15:46:11 GMT

SergeantC:

You only manage to run a couple of blocks before someone charges out of an alley and tackles you, knocking you roughly to the ground.

You hit the ground hard, stunned and out of breath. You feel the weight of the person who knocked you down as he lays on top of you. Then he grabs your hair and pulls your head back. "Little naked girl must want it bad. Little naked girl is going to get what she wants." He drags you to your feet and pulls you back into the alley.

He is still behind you while this all happens, and, once you are both deep in the alley and hidden from passersby, he ties your hands behind your back. Then he reaches around and starts fondling your tits.

"Please don't hurt me," you say. "I'll do whatever you want."

"You certainly will," the man says. He gives your breasts one final squeeze, then lets his hands wander over your belly to your pussy. He spends a couple of minutes touching that before he grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around.

"Get on your knees."

You are too scared to resist, and not certain what you can do with your hands tied, so you comply, kneeling in front of the man. He reaches down, unzips his jeans, and pulls out his penis.

"Start sucking on it," he says.

With tears in your eyes, you take his dick in your mouth. "You better get me off, bitch," he says as you do.

Desperate to please, you use every trick you know, and feel his dick swelling in your mouth. You are aware that he is holding the back of your head in place. Finally, he comes, shooting his wad into your mouth. You choke a little and try to pull your head away, but he holds in in place.

"Swallow it, bitch," he says. "Swallow it all."

Miserably, you do. Only then does he take his hand off the back of your head and allow you to pull it away from his member. You are hoping this will be enough, that the man will let you go now.

Does he?
*[[Pi Pi Pi/Yes, he leaves you in the alley with your hands tied|Yes, he leaves you in the alley with your hands tied]]
*[[Pi Pi Pi/No, he's just getting started|No, he's just getting started]]

{{Sonia's Status|Clothing=[[Naked, hands bound behind back]]|Pi Pi Pi=Applying|Rules=1&2|Fucks=0}}

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Pi Pi Pi/He ties you hand and feet and leaves you

SergeantC — Sun, 11 Nov 2018 02:07:45 GMT

SergeantC:

Crying, you try to plead with the man, but of course, you can't manage to speak. He doesn't seem to be interested in what you have to say anyway.

He rolls you over onto your belly. He ties rope tightly around your ankles, then tightens the rope around your wrists a little. Then he binds your ankles to your wrists, hogtying you.

When he's finished, he slaps you hard on the butt. "Take care of yourself," he says, and laughs.

You close your eyes and listen to the sounds of the man's feet receding to the mouth of the alley. When you are sure he's gone, you open your eyes, and look around you as best you can.

The alley is small and dark and damp. The ground is rough, especially under your tits and pussy, and a little cold. It seems to have a thin film of something -- oil, maybe -- covering parts of it. On three sides are brick walls. The mouth of the alley is a long way away. You can't imagine anyone ever has any reason to come here.

You are still crying. You force yourself to stop. You sniffle a couple times, swallow, then start tugging at the bonds around your wrists. They are tight. They have no give, and you can't feel any knots. Worse, your fingers and hands are already going numb. You aren't certain you can do anything to get it off you, but you have nothing else to try.

What happens to you?
*[[Pi Pi Pi/You struggle all that day and all night and get free the next morning|You struggle all that day and all night and get free the next morning]]
*[[Pi Pi Pi/You manage to get the gag out of your mouth and scream for help|You manage to get the gag out of your mouth and scream for help]]
*[[Pi Pi Pi/Someone finds you still tied up the next morning|Someone finds you still tied up the next morning]]
*[[Pi Pi Pi/No one finds you and you don't get free: what do you do?|No one finds you and you don't get free: what do you do?]]
*[[Pi Pi Pi/The creep comes back the next morning|The creep comes back the next morning]]

{{Sonia's Status|Clothing=[[Naked, hogtied, gagged]]|Pi Pi Pi=Applying|Rules=1&2|Fucks=1}}
[[Category:Pi Pi Pi|He ties you hand and feet and leaves you]]

Work Attire/Failure. You are still bound and gagged when one of the men comes into the room

SergeantC — Tue, 30 Oct 2018 21:40:02 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'You struggle with your bonds, desperate to get free. Your hands and forearms are numb, and you can't feel any of the knots in the very tight rope, but you keep trying. You stop …'

You struggle with your bonds, desperate to get free. Your hands and forearms are numb, and you can't feel any of the knots in the very tight rope, but you keep trying.

You stop working at your bonds only when you are too tired to continue. You stop, lean your head back against the wall behind you, and cry a little. The rope is as tight as ever.

You cry for a while, then, still sobbing, start working at your bonds again. Getting the rope off your wrists is your only chance of getting out of here. You have to keep trying.

You have no idea how long you struggle. You work on your bonds for a while, then rest when you are tired, sobbing at your lack of progress all the while, then start working on your bonds again, trying as hard as you can to ignore your lack of success.

Eventually, you stop to rest again. You lean your head back against the wall behind you, and close your eyes. You fall asleep.

A noise awakens you. You open your eyes with a start. One of the men, the one who did less talking, is leaning over you. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, until you are looking up at him. He kisses you roughly on the lips. "It's just you and me right now, sweetie," he says when he's done kissing you. "My buddy is full of booze and weed, and I'm pretty certain he'll sleep through the night."

"Mmmmm," you say.

"So we can spend a little time together." He lets go of your hair, then reaches down and starts fondling your breasts, squeezing and twisting them. You moan at the pain. "You like that, sweetie?" he says. "Shall I continue?" Without waiting for an answer, he squeezes harder.

Without thinking, you lash out, kicking at the man's legs with your bound feet. You somehow manage to knock him off his feet. One of your knees makes connects with what you think might be his genitals. He gasps and lurches forward. Somehow, your streak of luck continues. Using your shoulder, you manage to smash his head into the wall. He falls, landing heavily with a wet thud, then lies next to you.

You wait, heart beating, breath shallow and rapid, for the man to stand up and punish you. Nothing happens. You look at him. He isn't moving.

You stand up. This takes a long time because of the way your bound ankles restrict you. You can't walk. You can't use your feet to help you keep your balance. And, with your hands tied behind your back, your balance is different. By working slowly and carefully, you manage to find your balance. Then you hop to the still-open door, a slow difficult process.

You have no idea how long it takes you to reach the door. You wish getting there was easier, that you could do it much quicker. Eventually, you reach the door. You look out.

The passageway outside is a little brighter than the small room you've been confined in. A couple of faint lights do their best. You try to decide what to do. You can go back the way you came, to your left, but that means you might run into your other kidnapper, and you know there is no way you will be lucky again. But you know there is an exit that way. Or you can go the other way. You have no idea if there is an exit that way, or how far away it is, or if you can even find it. There might not even be an exit.

And how long do you have until the other creep wakes up and looks for you or his buddy?

You have to make a decision.

Which way do you go?
*[[Work Attire/Back the way the men brought you in. You'll risk it|Back the way the men brought you in. You'll risk it]]
*[[Work Attire/The other direction. You think it will be the better way|The other direction. You think it will be the better way]]

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Work Attire/An abandoned warehouse or store in a strange city.

SergeantC — Tue, 30 Oct 2018 20:52:32 GMT

SergeantC:

He carries you through a wire mesh gate, and now you are in what appears to be a small industrial park. It doesn't seem to be in use, judging from the lack of signs of life. You can't hear any sort of traffic noises. There are no trucks, no forklifts, no pallets, no men moving around, none of the sounds of labor you might expect. All you can see is an ocean of concrete, a chain link fence in the distance, and several ugly brick buildings, all of two or three stories, all gathered around a concrete square. Some of them have large sliding doors, big enough to take a truck through. Most of them are closed, but one set on the closest warehouse is sitting open wide enough for two or three people to walk through.

The man carries you into this warehouse, the other man beside him. You keep looking around, but all you can tell is that this building is large and empty. You have no idea what it might have been used to store, and how long ago it was shut down. Now it is just four walls, some of them with big doors in them, and a cement floor.

The man carries you across the floor to a flight of metal stairs. He throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, the second man still following.

At the top of the stairs, the man carries you, still flung over his shoulder, down a long hallway. You can see doors on both sides, none of which are open.

After a while, you turn left, then go down another corridor, then turn right.

You make several more turns, until you have no idea where you are. Finally, the men stop. The other one, the one who is not carrying you, opens a door. The other one steps through the open door and dumps you roughly on the ground, almost like you are a bag of laundry.

You are in a small closet, just a few feet on each side. The floor is the same rough concrete you saw on the first floor, and the walls appear to be plain concrete as well.

You look up at the men, who are standing in the doorway, looking down at you. You try to get away from them, sliding on your butt across the floor until your back is touching the wall behind you. You wish you could go further, wish you could teleport yourself away from these men.

The one who carried you leans down and begins to play with your breasts. He is rough, squeezing and twisting until the pain is excruciating. You moan in protest at first, and try to shrink away from the man, but then you realize that every time you make a sound, he squeezes and twists a little harder. As soon as you realize this, you force yourself to stop, and stay silent while he continues to abuse your breasts. Eventually, he lets go. You gasp in relief.

The man speaks, the first words he's said to you since before they put you in the trunk. "Now we're going to leave you alone for a while, and let you worry about what's going to happen to you when we come back."

"Mmmm! mmm!," you say, ''Please! No!'', but you cant' make yourself understood and neither man seems interested in what you have to say anyway. They both leave, closing the door behind them. You hear a clicking sound as one of the men locks it.

So now you are alone. You have no idea how long the men are going to leave you here like this, naked, bound, gagged, defenseless and terrified. It's so dark in this closet that you can't even see your toes. The only sounds you can hear are your own rasping breath and your occasional sobs. You don't even know if anyone is looking for you. They would have realized something was wrong when you didn't show up for work, but they probably haven't figured out what happened to you. They certainly won't have figured out where you are. ''You'' don't know where you are, so how can anyone else find you?

You start feeling around with your bound hands, desperately looking for any way of getting free.

Do you get free, or do you fail?
*[[Work Attire/Success. You find a way to get out of your bonds and escape|Success. You find a way to get out of your bonds and escape]]
*[[Work Attire/Failure. You are still bound and gagged when one of the men comes into the room|Failure. You are still bound and gagged when one of the men comes into the room]]

{{Mindy's Status|Clothing=[[Naked, rope bonds (hands and feet), cloth gag]]|Day=3|Health=Terrified and bound}}

[[Category: Work Attire]]

You lose the creep, but for how long? And where are you?

SergeantC — Thu, 20 Sep 2018 15:13:12 GMT

SergeantC:

Panic and your survival instincts combine to give you speed. You run blindly, not caring what's in front of you, only what's behind you. You leap over tree trunks, splash across a stream, and force your way through anything that blocks your way, the whole time expecting to feel a very sharp blade hit you in a sensitive part of your body. The grisly image of the creep eviscerating the deputy is still fresh, and you can imagine the creep swinging the blade into your crotch, then cutting upwards.

You keep running, not looking behind you, hoping only that you are fast enough.

Eventually, you are too tired to run any longer. You stumble to a stop, sink to your knees, lower your head, and throw up. Nothing much comes out; it has been some time since you last ate.

After a few minutes, you stand up. You are standing on what appears to be a trail. You step into the shelter of a large shrub and kneel down, hoping this will be enough to hide you.

You look around. You can only see a few feet in each direction, and all you can see around you are tree branches and shadows. The ground is covered in a milky white mist, and the air is chilly. You shiver. You feel tears coming to your eyes. You don't want to cry, because you don't want to make any noise that might give your location away to the creep, but you know you have to cry for your friends. You let the tears come, but try to be a silent as possible while you grieve for Jackie and Nikki and Chris and the guys.

Eventually, the tears stop. You look around you. You have no idea where you are, where the camp is, how far away it is. You don't know this part of the state very well. In fact, this is really your first time here. You have no idea where to go to get help.

And the creep, who seems to be bullet-proof, is still out there. You have a feeling he won't quit hunting you until you are dead.

What can you do?

*[[Keep running; it's all you can do]]
*[[You see a light]]
*[[You hear the sound of a vehicle, coming from not far away]]
*[[Someone speaks to you from some distance off]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Leaves the clerk tied up and takes you for a hostage

SergeantC — Fri, 17 Aug 2018 19:18:18 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Naked & scared'''

Before you can speak or think, the man says, "I've decided." He looks at you. "Come over here."

Too scared to think of putting up a fight, you do so. When you are facing him, he says, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

You do so, and he ties your hands. When you are bound, he says, "Go stand over against the wall." You do so, and stand, miserably listening as the robber forces the clerk to sit in one of the chairs. You then listen as he ties her securely to the chair and gags her. You think about running, but you are too scared.

Finally the robber says, "Okay, honey, come over here." You realize he's talking to you, so you turn around and walk over to where he is standing, still holding his gun. You glance at the clerk as you go. She is bound to the chair with what seems to be a ridiculous amount of rope over her arms, shoulders, torso, legs and ankles. She has a piece of tape over her mouth, and the man has taken off her glasses and placed them on the top of the desk.

When you are standing next to the robber, he forces a rag into your mouth and then covers your lips with a piece of tape. Then he walks around behind you. He takes hold of your upper arm and pushes you out of the office, gun in your back, and through the store.

You are disappointed to see that the store is empty. So is the parking lot. In fact, so is the street. There is no one outside the restaurant or the liquor store. It's just you and this creep.

He starts to guide you to the edge of the parking lot, where a rusty, crappy Chevrolet sits idling. You realize this is likely to be the only opportunity you will have to escape. No one is going to know where you are, or even that you've been abducted. Can you somehow get away from this creep, run away, get to safety?

What do you do?
*[[Attempt to escape and succeed.]]
*[[Attempt to escape, and fail. The robber shoots you.]]
*[[Attempt to escape, and fail. The robber recaptures you.]]
*[[You are too scared to attempt to escape, and the robber puts you in his car and drives away with you.]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Work Attire/An abandoned warehouse or store in a strange city.

SergeantC — Wed, 15 Aug 2018 22:23:07 GMT

SergeantC:

He carries you through a wire mesh gate, and now you are in what appears to be a small industrial park. It doesn't seem to be in use, judging from the lack of signs of life. You can't hear any sort of traffic noises. There are no trucks, no forklifts, no pallets, no men moving around, none of the sounds of labor you might expect. All you can see is an ocean of concrete, a chain link fence in the distance, and several ugly brick buildings, all of two or three stories, all gathered around a concrete square. Some of them have large sliding doors, big enough to take a truck through. Most of them are closed, but one set on the closest warehouse is sitting open wide enough for two or three people to walk through.

The man carries you into this warehouse, the other man beside him. You keep looking around, but all you can tell is that this building is large and empty. You have no idea what it might have been used to store, and how long ago it was shut down. Now it is just four walls, some of them with big doors in them, and a cement floor.

The man carries you across the floor to a flight of metal stairs. He throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, the second man still following.

At the top of the stairs, the man carries you, still flung over his shoulder, down a long hallway. You can see doors on both sides, none of which are open.

After a while, you turn left, then go down another corridor, then turn right.

You make several more turns, until you have no idea where you are. Finally, the men stop. The other one, the one who is not carrying you, opens a door. The other one steps through the open door and dumps you roughly on the ground, almost like you are a bag of laundry.

You are in a small closet, just a few feet on each side. The floor is the same rough concrete you saw on the first floor, and the walls appear to be plain concrete as well.

You look up at the men, who are standing in the doorway, looking down at you. You try to get away from them, sliding on your butt across the floor until your back is touching the wall behind you. You wish you could go further, wish you could teleport yourself away from these men.

The one who carried you leans down and begins to play with your breasts. He is rough, squeezing and twisting until the pain is excruciating. You moan in protest at first, and try to shrink away from the man, but then you realize that every time you make a sound, he squeezes and twists a little harder. As soon as you realize this, you force yourself to stop, and stay silent while he continues to abuse your breasts. Eventually, he lets go. You gasp in relief.

The man speaks, the first words he's said to you since before they put you in the trunk. "Now we're going to leave you alone for a while, and let you worry about what's going to happen to you when we come back."

"Mmmm! mmm!," you say, ''Please! No!'', but you cant' make yourself understood and neither man seems interested in what you have to say anyway. They both leave, closing the door behind them. You hear a clicking sound as one of the men locks it.

So now you are alone. You have no idea how long the men are going to leave you here like this, naked, bound, gagged, defenseless and terrified. It's so dark in this closet that you can't even see your toes. The only sounds you can hear are your own rasping breath and your occasional sobs. You don't even know if anyone is looking for you. They would have realized something was wrong when you didn't show up for work, but they probably haven't figured out what happened to you. They certainly won't have figured out where you are. ''You'' don't know where you are, so how can anyone else find you?

You start feeling around with your bound hands, desperately looking for any way of getting free.

Do you get free, or do you fail?
*[[Work Attire/Success. You find a way to get out of your bonds and escape|Success. You find a way to get out of your bonds and escape]]
*[[Work Attire/Failure. You are still bound and gagged when the men come back for you|Failure. You are still bound and gagged when the men come back for you]]

{{Mindy's Status|Clothing=[[Naked, rope bonds (hands and feet), cloth gag]]|Day=3|Health=Terrified and bound}}

[[Category: Work Attire]]

Panic, scream, and try to back away from him, even though you have nowhere to go

SergeantC — Fri, 15 Jun 2018 02:42:22 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'As the man with the machete steps closer to you, you back away from him, until you are standing against the wall behind you. You are screaming now. Too late you realize the man i…'

As the man with the machete steps closer to you, you back away from him, until you are standing against the wall behind you. You are screaming now. Too late you realize the man is now standing between you and the only door out of the shower room.

You hold your arms up protectively, even though you have nothing in your left hand and only a half-empty shampoo bottle in your right.

The man stands in front of you. He seems to be waiting for something. You wonder what he is waiting for.

He brings the blade of his machete down low, then steps forward, closing the last foot or so between you, swinging his blade upward.

You watch, horror-stricken, as the razor-sharp tip of his blade digs into your pussy. He jerks the blade upward, savagely splitting you open from crotch to chin.

You have enough time, before you die, to see your intestines spilling out onto the floor of your shower stall.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie|Dead=You}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

Throw your shampoo bottle at him and run

SergeantC — Thu, 14 Jun 2018 23:24:06 GMT

SergeantC:

Without thinking, you throw the shampoo bottle you're holding into the tall man's face. You hit him squarely, and put some force into it. All those years pitching on your high school's softball team paid off with that one throw.

You are very lucky, as the impact of the partly empty plastic bottle makes the man stagger backwards, giving you a few precious seconds.

You take full advantage of them. You leap out of the shower and run for the exit, not caring about the soap covering your wet body or the shampoo in your hair. None of that matters. The only important thing is to get away from this creep.

It's close. He tries to grab you; you actually feel his hand touch your hair, but he fails to get a grip before you are out of the cabin and running naked into the night.

Outside, the rough stones of the path digg into your feet, and your large breasts bounce painfully as you run. You are only dimly aware of the cool night air. You know you have to make a decision. You can either go to the cabin the guys are staying in, and get them to help you to fight this creep, or you can run to the lake, and warn the skinny-dipping girls.

The guy's cabin is fairly close by, the lake is further away. You don't know if you can reach either one of them. The tall man looked like he might be a good runner, and he has almost certainly recovered and will be chasing you by now.

Where do you go?:

*[[To the boy's cabin]]
*[[To where the girls are skinny-dipping at the lake]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls), Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie|Dead=No one... yet}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

You keep running; maybe you can beat him at his own game

SergeantC — Thu, 14 Jun 2018 02:33:03 GMT

SergeantC:

Maybe this creep's desire to play with you means he is overconfident. Maybe you can use that. Maybe he will make a mistake that you can use. But you can't be absolutely sure, so you don't want to stand still and let him find you in the meantime.

As tired as you are, you don't think you have a choice. You keep running. You run as long as you can, then rest until you are able to run again, then start moving again. You have no choice, you tell yourself; you have to keep away from this creep. Besides, exercise keeps you warm, and if you move fast enough, perhaps you won't notice the chilly night air. If he wants to give you time to run before each 'attack,' you will use it.

As you run, you periodically change directions, moving randomly, not falling into any set routine, trying not fall into a pattern. The only thing you don't do is double back on yourself. You know that, by doing this, you are getting more and more lost, but you are already lost, so what does that matter.

Sheer survival instincts keep you going. You are only 18, and you do not want to die naked and alone in these evil woods, so you have to keep moving, keep running, at least until you can think of something. You hope you can think of something. Your brain is the only weapon you have. It's time you start using it, and maybe coming up with some way to survive.

As you run, you keep thinking about your encounters with the creep in the shower room, near the lake where he killed Jackie and Nikki and Chris, and where you met the deputy. Now that you think about it, it is odd that he seemed to be affected by a thrown shampoo bottle, a kick in the balls, and some thrown rocks, but shrugged off a full magazine from a cop's gun. Is this some sort of weakness you can exploit?

Maybe you can create some sort of weapon.

Or maybe you should just keep moving. Maybe, if you run long enough, you'll get out of these God-forsaken woods, or even find someone who can save you.

*[[You keep running, trying to get out of the woods]]
*[[You decide to hide until it gets a bit lighter and then look for something you can make a weapon with]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Talk:You keep running; maybe you can beat him at his own game

SergeantC — Thu, 14 Jun 2018 02:09:22 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'I'm going to try to keep this threas going for as long as I can, even though our heroine realistically has no chance. If you end one chapter branch with her death, keep at least …'

I'm going to try to keep this threas going for as long as I can, even though our heroine realistically has no chance. If you end one chapter branch with her death, keep at least one more open in the same chapter.

You keep running; maybe you can beat him at his own game

SergeantC — Thu, 14 Jun 2018 02:07:45 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'As tired as you are, you don't think you have a choice. You keep running. You run as long as you can, then rest until you are able to run again, then start moving again. You have…'

As tired as you are, you don't think you have a choice. You keep running. You run as long as you can, then rest until you are able to run again, then start moving again. You have no choice, you tell yourself; you have to keep away from this creep. Besides, exercise keeps you warm, and if you move fast enough, perhaps you won't notice the chilly night air.

As you run, you periodically change directions, moving randomly, not falling into any set routine, trying not fall into a pattern. The only thing you don't do is double back on yourself. You know that, by doing this, you are getting more and more lost, but you are already lost, so what does that matter.

Sheer survival instincts keep you going. You are only 18, and you do not want to die naked and alone in these evil woods, so you have to keep moving, keep running, at least until you can think of something.

AS you run, you keep thinking about your encounters with the creep in the shower room, near the lake where he killed Jackie and Nikki and Chris, and where you met the deputy. Now that you think about it, it is odd that he seemed to be affected by a thrown shampoo bottle, a kick in the balls, and some thrown rocks, but shrugged off a full magazine from a cop's gun. Is this some sort of weakness you can exploit?

Maybe you can create some sort of weapon.

Or maybe you should just keep moving. Maybe, if you run long enough, you'll get out of these God-forsaken woods, or even find someone who can save you.

*[[You keep running, trying to get out of the woods]]
*[[You decide to hide until it gets a bit lighter and then look for something you can make a weapon with]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Calm yourself and hold perfectly still

SergeantC — Wed, 13 Jun 2018 01:17:46 GMT

SergeantC:

You freeze, instantly. You hold your breath and listen to the sounds of the night, hoping you're wrong, hoping you won't hear another branch breaking.

You left the shelter of the tree, and you are now exposed. However, you are too scared to move. You hope that if you stand still, whoever is out there won't see you.

You don't hear anything more. The night is silent, creepy. Your throat feels dry, and your heart is thumping rapidly.

You don't know how much time passes in silence, the only sounds you can hear being your own rapid breathing.

Just as you are beginning to hope that whoever is out there missed you, an arm grabs your hair from behind, pulling your head back and forcing you to arch your body and stand on your tip-toes.

Then you feel a stinging pressure against your crotch. You look down as best you can, fighting the grip around your throat do do so. You watch sick with horror, as the killer pushes the blade of his machete into your body, then rips upward, splitting you in two from crotch to chest.

Your death is painful and gruesome. The last thing you see is your intestines spilling out of your belly.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No one|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

It's just your imagination. Hold still and fully catch your breath

SergeantC — Wed, 13 Jun 2018 01:16:07 GMT

SergeantC:

You look around you. You can't see anything except the darkness and the mist. You tell yourself you got away from whoever, or whatever, made the branch break, and now you're just seeing things. Your imagination is playing tricks on you. This is understandable, since you are naked and running for your life through the woods at night, and someone is trying to kill you, but it is a pain. You need to stay calm, if you can. More panicking won't get you out of this. You need to think, to find a way to survive.

You take in air in huge gasping breaths, panting, recovering after your panic-stricken flight. Gradually, your breathing returns to normal. You hug yourself, wrapping your arms around your body in an effort to keep warm. You have to figure out what to do next.

You peer out at the darkness. Has the shadow moved? Has it changed? You aren't sure there really is a shadow, but at the same time, there does seem to be something out there.

You hear another twig break. This one is right behind you. It occurs to you that this killer isn't normal, may not even be human. He may not have to run after you to chase you.

Before you can react, someone grabs you from behind, wrapping a powerful forearm tightly around your throat and pulling you backwards.

"Hello, my most favorite prey," a voice says in your ear.

You shriek in agony as the creep stabs you in the back with his machete. You watch in horror as the tip of the blade, soaked in your blood, rips open your belly and sticks out in the air.

Then the creep jerks the blade upward, ripping, tearing, cutting.

"Goodbye, my most favorite prey," are the last words you hear.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No one|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

You don't get away from him this time

SergeantC — Wed, 13 Jun 2018 01:15:05 GMT

SergeantC:

Then it's over.

You shriek in pain and fear as the creep swings his blade low, cutting through your right leg about midway up your calf. You are unable to run, unable to control yourself, unable to stop your momentum from throwing you to the ground. You hit the ground hard.

You try to crawl away, using your arms and your left leg. But you know you aren't going to make it.

You roll over onto your back. The creep is right behind you. He is standing, looking down at you. For a moment, you hope he might, somehow, let you live. Then he raises his blade over his head.

"No," you say. "Please. No."

He doesn't answer. He is still holding the blade over his head, in a position to strike.

"Why?" you ask. "Why?"

Again, he doesn't answer. His silence is the most terrifying thing about him.

You are still trying to crawl away, but you can't move fast. The creep easily keeps up with you.

Then the blade comes down.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No one|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

"I'd rather just die than become an abomination like you."

SergeantC — Wed, 13 Jun 2018 01:14:25 GMT

SergeantC:

Even as you say the words, you know you are making the right decision. There is no way you are going to become a companion and helper to a monster like this, and spend eternity hunting down other teenagers.

The creep puts his hand on your left shoulder. He presses the point of the blade a little harder against your spine.

"As you wish, girl," he says.

He drives his blade into your body between your shoulder blades. The pain is incredible, but it doesn't last long before he pushes the blade all the way through your body. When it comes out through your chest, stained with your blood, you aren't even afraid anymore, just a bit sad.

The pain doesn't last, quickly fading to black . . .

and then to gray.

Then you are standing in the woods again. The creep is standing in front of you now, holding the blood-stained blade he just killed you with.

He did kill you, didn't he?

"What happened?" you say.

"If you do not want to be my companion and consort," the creep says, "you can still be my prey. Throughout eternity."

"What do you mean?"

"So long have I been active here that these woods are now my realm. My spirit rules here. Most of those I slay here are dead, but not you."

"What did you do to me?"

"I used my powers to put a curse on you. You are not quite dead and not quite alive. You will be here for all eternity, in these woods, alone except for me. No other human can see you or hear you. You can see and hear no one else. And I can hunt you and slay you for all eternity."

You back away from the creep. You start crying.

"No one can help you. You will not grow any older, and you will not need food or water or sleep, nor will you get cold. You cannot die permanently, either."

You are horrified by what he is saying. "I can't die permanently?"

"That is correct. I can kill you, and you will come back to life almost immediately so that the hunt can continue."

"My God."

"He cannot help you here. No one and nothing can."

"And you'll be hunting me forever?"

"Sometimes I will be in the world you lived in, hunting those who are still of flesh and blood. But when I am not doing that, I will be here."

You try to speak, but no more words will come.

"Go now," the creep says. "Keep running. I wish to continue our game."

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (but only sort of)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

It's not a cop

SergeantC — Wed, 13 Jun 2018 01:13:48 GMT

SergeantC:

"Tell me again what happened," the officer says. He walks up to you, stops when he is standing only a couple of feet from you. Because of the spotlight behind him, you can't see many details of him, just a dark figure in dark clothing.

"A maniac murdered my friends," you say, "and tried to kill me. He's chasing me through the woods now. He's right behind me, and he . . ." You break off, puzzled. Something isn't quite right.

Just as you realize that the figure you're speaking to not only isn't a cop, but isn't even human, he grabs you around the throat with his left hand. He starts to squeeze, and lifts you off your feet.

You try to scream, but with this creep's powerful hand choking the life out of you, you can't get a breath.

"Bullets can't kill me," the figure says, "but they do hurt."

With his right hand, the one he's not choking you with, the creep stabs you viciously in the belly, then over and over again in your chest, shredding your heart and lungs and slicing your breasts to hamburger.

You survive this horrific abuse for a surprisingly long time, but finally expire under his blade.

When the Sheriff's Department's deputies find their missing SUV the next day, your mutilated body is in the back seat. Your head is on the grill.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No One|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]][[Category: Endings]]

He starts his engine and drives off, leaving you alone again

SergeantC — Tue, 12 Jun 2018 01:54:41 GMT

SergeantC: typo

The engine of the car suddenly starts up. Before you can react, it roars off.

You're left staring, open-mouthed, in shock, for several minutes.

"I knew it would work."

You turn your head. There's a dark figure standing behind you.

"After I eviscerated that foolish deputy, I drove his car out this way, figuring you'd be curious enough to approach."

"Where's the car now, and how did you get back here so quickly?"

"About two miles down the road. I put the deputy's body in it for his co-workers to find in a day or two. As for getting back here, I'm supernatural."

"So, what now?"

"Now I give you a choice. You've been resourceful and fun to chase, so I'll let you decide your own end. Would you prefer to see the blade coming, or would you like to be stabbed from behind?"

You wish there was the option to live somewhere in there. But...

*[["I'd like to see the blade coming."]]
*[["I'd like to be stabbed from behind."]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

The boys finish, and leave you tied up in the booth.

SergeantC — Tue, 12 Jun 2018 00:55:47 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Topless, Bound & Groped

After what must have been hours, you feel the latest pair of hands leave your tits. You mentally brace yourself for the next pair. But they don't come.

You open your eyes. You look down at your chest, trying not to notice how hard your nipples are, then at the holes. You can see the same dim light as before. For several seconds, nothing happens. Then one of the boys speaks.

"Thanks for volunteering, honey," he says. "We've had a good night because of you and your tits."

You try to reply, but can still only manage a sort of moaning sound, muffled by the gag.

"You have great tits, by the way. It's been fun playing with them."

You don't agree. For several hours, one pair of hands after another has groped, fondled, squeezed, pinched, kneaded, and even slapped your boobs. They hurt now .

"Well, take care of yourself." You vaguely hear footsteps, which very quickly disappear. You think you hear the faint sound of a door slamming. You listen as hard as you can for other sounds, but you hear nothing.

You try to scream for help, but can't, because of the damn gag. You are still crying; in fact, you start crying a little harder now.

Your hands are numb, but you have no choice. You start struggling with your bound wrists, trying to get them free. You quickly realize that the boy who tied you up did a very good job. The rope is tight and you can't feel any knots. You are going to be here a while. In fact, after a few minutes of this, you start to worry that you may never get free, and you start to hope someone will find you soon.

Do you:
*[[Struggle all night, but finally get free.]]
*[[Struggle all night, and fail to get free. You will have to think of a way to attract someone's attention.]]
*[[A vicious criminal, fleeing from the police, finds you.]]
*[[A pervy homeless guy finds you.]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Continue to observe, make sure everything is safe

SergeantC — Tue, 12 Jun 2018 00:54:30 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'Your survival instincts war with your caution. You want, year with every fiber of your being, to be out of these woods, to be out of the clutches of this maniac, and you are sure…'

Your survival instincts war with your caution. You want, year with every fiber of your being, to be out of these woods, to be out of the clutches of this maniac, and you are sure this officer can provide you with that safety.

But a part of you is still unsure. You aren't dealing with anyone or anything normal, after all. Who knows what powers this creep has? Maybe he can assume any form.

You continue to kneel in the bushes, peering at the SUV and its occupant, trying to decide what to do.

While you are trying to decide:

*[[The starts his engine and drives off, leaving you alone again]]
*[[The creep attacks you from behind]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

It's not a cop

SergeantC — Tue, 12 Jun 2018 00:50:06 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with '"Tell me again what happened," the officer says. He walks up to you, stops when he is standing only a couple of feet from you. Because of the spotlight behind him, you can't see …'

It's worth the risk. You approach the SUV and ask the officer for help

SergeantC — Tue, 12 Jun 2018 00:41:12 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'You've been in these woods for too long, alone and terrified. You consider yourself a strong person, but this is something you just can't handle. You need help. You stand up and…'

You've been in these woods for too long, alone and terrified. You consider yourself a strong person, but this is something you just can't handle. You need help.

You stand up and walk toward the SUV. You wave at the figure in the driverf's seat. "Hello," you call out. "Please help me. There's a maniac trying to kill me. He murdered my friends, and now he's coming after me."

You stop, waiting for a response. You watch as the officer activates the red and blue lights on the roof of his SUV. Then he turns on a spotlight and gets out of the vehicle.

*[[It's a cop]]
*[[It's not a cop]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Head towards where you heard the vehicle stop

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:28:33 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'You head toward the sound of the vehicle. It means only one thing to you. Rescue. Safety. Someone who can save you from this creep, can get you out of these evil woods. The soun…'

You head toward the sound of the vehicle. It means only one thing to you. Rescue. Safety. Someone who can save you from this creep, can get you out of these evil woods.

The sound doesn't seem to be coming from very far away. In the clear, still night, you can easily locate the source. You head right for it.

After you've walked about twenty yards, you slow down. It might be a cop, or it might be a civilian. But it could be the creep. You watched him murder the Deputy who tried to rape you. The Deputy must have had a car nearby, and now the creep has access to it. You don't know if the creep can drive, but you choose to assume the worst.

You move carefully through the woods. It takes a long time.

Finally, you come to a road. You stop at the treeline and kneel down behind a thick hedge. You peer at the vehicle parked on the road in front of you.

It is a large SUV. You can't tell what color it is, except that it is dark. However, it does have a light bar on the roof.

Your heart leaps with joy. It's a police car.

Or is it?

You stay in your hiding place. There is someone sitting behind the wheel. You can't see any details because of the distance and the darkness.

Your fear and caution battle with your desire to be rescued.

Do you approach the SUV, and take your chances, or do you continue to observe, making sure it's safe before approach?

*[[It's worth the risk. You approach the SUV and ask the officer for help]]
*[[Continue to observe, make sure everything is safe]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

The maintenance men take advantage of you

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:18:28 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with ''''Status: Topless & Bound''' The men gape at you. "What happened to you?" the taller of them says. "How did you get in here?" You shake your head and moan into your gag. The…'

'''Status: Topless & Bound'''

The men gape at you.

"What happened to you?" the taller of them says. "How did you get in here?"

You shake your head and moan into your gag.

The man grins sheepishly. "Sorry. Let me get that." He pulls the gag out of your mouth.

You lick your lips, cough once or twice, then tell him the entire story, holding nothing back. So pleased are you to be safe again that you fail to notice the way the two men are exchanging glances.

When you finish talking, the shorter of the two men, who is about fifty, heavyset and balding, says, "Sounds like you've had a bad couple of days."

You nod. "Yes, I have."

"Too bad for you things aren't going to get any better."

"What?" you say, alarmed for the first time. You've just realized the men haven't untied you yet.

For answer, the taller man yanks your bikini bottom off.

"Hey! What do you think you're mmmmf."

The quickly shoves your bikini bottom into your mouth, pushing it deep, then reties the gag, making sure it's even tighter than before.

You mmmmf into your gag as the shorter man walks around behind you and tightens your bonds. When that's done, the taller man says, "Sorry, honey. This is just too good to resist."

"Mmmmm" The men ignore your protests. They both take off their overalls.

The taller man goes first, fucking you hard while the shorter man fondles your breasts. Then they switch, and the shorter man takes turn.

When they're done, the men put their coveralls back on. The shorter takes a roll of tape out of a pocket. He uses the tape to bind your ankles and knees to the pole, then wraps some around your body and behind the pole.

"We'll keep you here for a while," the taller man says. "You'll be safe. We'll put a padlock on the door."

"Mmmmmm!"

"We'll be back later. For now, we have to decide if we're going to keep you to ourselves, or share you with some friends."

The two men leave the booth, shutting the door behind them. ''Click.'' They fasten the padlock. You listen as their footsteps and their voices fade.

You struggle with your bonds for a while, but finally realize it's hopeless. You're even more tightly bound then before, and even more securely gagged.

All you can do is wait for the men to come back.

Finally, after hours, you hear the sound of the padlock being removed.

You wait to see who it is.

*[[The maintenance men keep you for themselves]]
*[[The maintenance men rent you out]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

They hear you

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 22:58:03 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Topless & Bound'''

As your voice starts to tire and you're forced to pause for breath, your heart begins pounding wildly as you hear the words "did you hear that?" from the other side of the door. You start screaming again more urgently, and your throat begins to feel hoarse.

"Yeah, I heard it too. Better check it."

The door handle jiggles, and then the door opens, revealing two maintenance workers, both male. They gape at you in shock...and desire.

What happens next?

*[[The maintenance men help you]]
*[[The maintenance men take advantage of you]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Scream as loud as you can through your gag and hope someone hears you.

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 11:08:58 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Topless & Bound'''

You start screaming frantically, praying desperately whoever's out there can hear you. You don't know how thick the door is, and your gag does an effective job muffling you, but you put everything you've got into it.

After what feels like an eternity of screaming...

*[[They hear you]]
*[[They don't hear you]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Struggle all night, and fail to get free. You will have to think of a way to attract someone's attention.

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 11:06:25 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Topless & Bound'''

Desperately, you struggle all night, trying to free your bound hands.

Eventually, you are too tired to continue. Reluctantly, you stop. Have you loosened your bonds even a little bit, you think?

You have to reluctantly admit that you haven't loosened your bonds even the tiniest little bit. All that effort, all that struggling, has been for nothing. You are hungry, thirsty, tired, scared, numb, sore in places, and as tightly bound as ever. You start to cry again.

Finally, you run out of tears. You've been crying quite a bit this last night, and you can't really do it any longer. You give one or two final sniffles and look around.

The booth is still dark, but realize that the light coming in through the two holes is brighter than it's been all night. It must be morning. Or maybe someone's turned on a light.

Looking at the light coming through the hole, you realize you can hear voices. You listen for a while. You can't make out what the voices are saying, but you can tell there's more than one.

After a few minutes, you decide you aren't imagining it. There are at least two people in the funhouse. They are a long way off right now, but as you listen, you realize that the voices are gradually getting closer.

You wait, eagerly, until the voices are muffled but almost recognizable. You are excited. Now, maybe you can somehow get the attention of whoever is out there. You try to think about how you can do that, and come up with several ideas. You frown as you try to figure out which one might work.

Then the voices come even closer. You think there are two men, and they are only a few feet away from you.

Do you:
*[[Scream as loud as you can through your gag and hope someone hears you.]]
*[[Kick at the door with your bare feet and hope you make enough noise for someone to hear.]]
*[[Rock back and forth, hoping someone will see and come investigate.]]
*[[Rock back and forth, hoping you will knock the booth over.]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Kick at the door with your bare feet and hope you make enough noise for someone to hear.

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 11:04:12 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Topless & Bound'''

You could try screaming for help, but you don't think anyone will hear you if you do. The gag in your mouth is thick, so thick you can't close your lips over it, and tight, and you know you won't be able to make any legible sounds through the thick tight cloth, and you know they won't be loud enough for anyone to hear.

You can't use your hands or arms, not with them bound behind your back and tied to the pole or pipe behind you.

That leaves you only one option: your feet.

You raise your right foot and kick at the door. You hear a soft thud, the sound of the latch being pushed against the frame, but it isn't much of a sound, and you realize even as you make it that no one will hear it. In fact, the voices seem to be starting to move further away. Whatever these men were doing here, they seem to have finished it, and now they're leaving, and taking what is probably your only hope of rescue with them.

You can't let them leave. You have to get their attention; they are your only hope.

Your face is tingling from all the crying you have been doing, and your breath is coming in short gasps between sobs. Desperately, you raise your foot again, aiming for knob, and drive it as hard as you can into the door.

It makes a much louder sound, at least, louder in your ears. But is it loud enough?

*[[The men don't hear you kicking on the door, and you listen to their voices get further and further away.]]
*[[The men hear you, and open the door. They help you.]]
*[[The men hear you, and open the door, but they take advantage of you.]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Bill ties you up and leaves you in the alley.

SergeantC — Mon, 11 Jun 2018 10:58:52 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Naked and Being Robbed'''

"I'm going to leave you here."

You don't like the sound of that. "Please don't hurt me," you say.

Bill picks up a backpack that was lying on the ground next to him. He must have put it there ahead of time. He planned this. "I won't hurt you if you do as I say. Turn around."

You turn around. You are now facing away from him.

"Hands behind your back."

"What are you going to do?" you say.

"I'm going to tell you one more time to put your hands behind your back, then I'm going to start hurting you."

You bring your hands together. Bill holds wraps rope several times around your wrists, pulling it tight, looping it again, then pulling it tight again, then looping it around your wrists again. He does this a dozen times. Then he binds your elbows, again wrapping the rope around them about a dozen times.

"Open your mouth."

You do so. Bill forces a wadded-up scarf between your teeth, pulls it tight, then ties the ends of the scarf very securely in back of your head. You close your mouth as he does so. The scarf is so thick that you can't close your lips or teeth over it. You're pretty certain you won't be able to scream for help with this thick scarf so tight in your mouth.

Bill's body is pressed up against yours now, and you are certain you can feel his erection rubbing against your butt. You hope he doesn't plan to rape you before he leaves you here, as there is nothing you can do to stop him if he does.

Bill cups your breasts in his hands. He squeezes them, then starts fondling them.

"Mmmm," you say in protest. You try to pull away from Bill's grasp, but his grip is too tight and he is too strong.

"Shut up, bitch," Bill says, squeezing your breasts until they hurt. You moan some more, and he squeezes your breasts even harder.

You force yourself to stop moaning, and you stay silent until Bill is finished playing with your tits. He takes his hands away at last, but your relief is only temporary.

"Since you like that so much, I'll make it permanent," Bill says. He binds your breasts generously, wrapping the rope again and again, as always pulling it tight each time.

When Bill is finished binding your breasts, he says, "Lie down."

You do so. Bill ties your ankles and knees, then bends your legs to that your feet are touching your butt. He uses a tail of rope from your bound wrists to hog-tie you.

From your defenseless position on the ground, you watch as Bill gathers up your belongings. He puts them into the backpack. Then he looks at you. "You can think of this as a trade," he says. "I'm taking all your stuff, and I'm going to leave you something." He reaches into the backpack and pulls out the biggest dildo you have ever seen.

Laughing, he forces the dildo inside you as far as it will go. It's too large to fit you comfortably, but Bill clearly doesn't care.

When that's done, Bill says, "Well, it's been fun, but now I have to go. And maybe next time, you'll have a decent amount of money on you. And maybe you'll be a bit more careful about letting men you've just met pick you up."

Then he is gone. You watch him leave, disappearing up the mouth of the alley.

As soon as you are alone, you try to scream for help. "Mmmrpp!" is all you can manage through your tight gag. No one on the street will hear you if you can't speak louder and clearer than that.

Then you spend some time struggling with your bonds. Your questing fingers can't locate any knots, and there is no give in the ropes. You struggle until you are too tired to continue, but, when you are finished, you are still as tightly bound as before.

The tight and painful bonds, the painful breast bindings, and the enormous dildo up your pussy, combined with the hopelessness of your situation, overwhelm you, and you start to cry.

What happens next?:
*[[When the sun comes up, you are still bound and gagged as tightly as ever]]
*[[You find a way to get free, but it takes you most of the night]]
*[[Someone finds you, but not until next morning]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

Bill ties you up and leaves you in the alley.

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 22:58:24 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with ''''Status: Naked and Being Robbed''' "I'm going to leave you here." You don't like the sound of that. "Please don't hurt me," you say. Bill picks up a backpack that was lying…'

'''Status: Naked and Being Robbed'''

"I'm going to leave you here."

You don't like the sound of that. "Please don't hurt me," you say.

Bill picks up a backpack that was lying on the ground next to him. He must have put it there ahead of time. He planned this. "I won't hurt you if you do as I say. Turn around."

You turn around. You are now facing away from him.

"Hands behind your back."

"What are you going to do?" you say.

"I'm going to tell you one more time to put your hands behind your back, then I'm going to start hurting you."

You bring your hands together. Bill holds wraps rope several times around your wrists, pulling it tight, looping it again, then pulling it tight again, then looping it around your wrists again. He does this a dozen times. Then he binds your elbows, again wrapping the rope around them about a dozen times.

"Open your mouth."

You do so. Bill forces a wadded-up scarf between your teeth, pulls it tight, then ties the ends of the scarf very securely in back of your head. You close your mouth as he does so. The scarf is so thick that you can't close your lips or teeth over it. You're pretty certain you won't be able to scream for help with this thick scarf so tight in your mouth.

Bill's body is pressed up against yours now, and you are certain you can feel his erection rubbing against your butt. You hope he doesn't plan to rape you before he leaves you here, as there is nothing you can do to stop him if he does.

Bill cups your breasts in his hands. He squeezes them, then starts fondling them.

"Mmmm," you say in protest. You try to pull away from Bill's grasp, but his grip is too tight and he is too strong.

"Shut up, bitch," Bill says, squeezing your breasts until they hurt. You moan some more, and he squeezes your breasts even harder.

You force yourself to stop moaning, and you stay silent until Bill is finished playing with your tits. He takes his hands away at last, but your relief is only temporary.

"Since you like that so much, I'll make it permanent," Bill says. He binds your breasts generously, wrapping the rope again and again, as always pulling it tight each time.

When Bill is finished binding your breasts, he says, "Lie down."

You do so. Bill ties your ankles and knees, then bends your legs to that your feet are touching your butt. He uses a tail of rope from your bound wrists to hog-tie you.

From your defenseless position on the ground, you watch as Bill gathers up your belongings. He puts them into the backpack. Then he looks at you. "You can think of this as a trade," he says. "I'm taking all your stuff, and I'm going to leave you something." He reaches into the backpack and pulls out the biggest dildo you have ever seen.

Laughing, he forces the dildo inside you as far as it will go. It's too large to fit you comfortably, but Bill clearly doesn't care.

When that's done, Bill says, Well, it's been fun, but now I have to go. And maybe next time, you'll have a decent amount of money on you."

Then he is gone. You watch him leave, disappearing up the mouth of the alley.

AS soon as you are alone, you try to scream for help. "Mmmrpp!" is all you can manage through your tight gag. No one on the street will hear you if that's all you can manage.

Then you spend some time struggling with your bonds. Your questing fingers can't locate any knots, and there is no give in the ropes. You struggle until you are too tired to continue, but, when you are finished, you are still as tightly bound as before.

The tight and painful bonds, the painful breast bindings, and the enormous dildo up your pussy, combined with the hopelessness of your situation, overwhelm you, and you start to cry.

What happens next?:
*[[When the sun comes up, you are still bound and gagged as tightly as ever]]
*[[You find a way to get free, but it takes you most of the night]]
*[[Someone finds you, but not until next morning]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

A hot guy hits on you.

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 22:17:17 GMT

SergeantC:

'''Status: Club Clothed and Cool'''

You head for the bar. Just as you get there, you feel a hand lightly touch your arm. Then a male voice says in your ear, "Can I buy you a drink?"

You turn to look at the person who is speaking. He's tall, and has dark hair and blue eyes. He is about your age, and looks to be in great shape. He's wearing jeans and a loose oxford shirt. You smile. "Hi," you say.

"So, what about that drink?"

You nod. "Yes."

You go over to the bar. He buys you a drink each, and you grab seats at a table near the back exit. When you are both sitting, he says, "I'm Bill."

You tell him your name. "Have you ever been here before?" he says.

You shake your head. "First time."

"Well, I think you'll like it."

You talk and finish your drinks. You like Bill, you like him a lot, and he seems to like you. You hope things will go somewhere more than just a conversation. This is why, when he says, "Let's get out of here and go somewhere a little quieter," you agree.

You slip out of the nightclub and duck into an alley a block away. As soon as you are far enough in the alley that no one can see you, you grab Bill in your arms and kiss him. Then, when you pull away, you start to take your clothes off.

Since you aren't wearing that much, undressing doesn't take long. In a matter of a minute or so, you are naked. You smile at Bill and say, "Your turn." Only then do you see the gun in his hand.

"What are you doing?" you say.

"Give me all your money," Bill says.

You take the money out of your pocket and give it to him. Bill takes it, looks at the wad of bills in his hand. "This isn't that much," he says. "Do you have a phone?"

You shake your head. "I didn't bring it with me."

"What about your clothes? How much are they worth?"

"Couple hundred dollars."

"Give them to me. Shoes, too."

You don't want to, but one look at the gun in Bill's hand convinces you you don't have a choice. You bundle up your clothes and hand them to Bill. He takes them. "Thanks, darling," he says. "Sorry to do disappoint you, but just remember its not you."

"What are you going to do now?" you say.

What happens next?:
*[[Bill ties you up and leaves you in the alley.]]
*[[Bill just leaves you in the alley.]]
*[[Bill wants more from you, and makes you take him back to your hotel room.]]
*[[Someone enters the alley.]]

[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]

"I'd rather just die than become an abomination like you."

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 21:25:33 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'Even as you say the words, you know you are making the right decision. There is no way you are going to become a companion and helper to a monster like this, and spend eternity h…'

You lose him again

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 20:55:48 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'You have no idea how long you run, or how far you run. In your blind panic, you know only that you have to run, even if these are the final seconds of your young life. You can h…'

You have no idea how long you run, or how far you run. In your blind panic, you know only that you have to run, even if these are the final seconds of your young life.

You can hear him behind you,crashing through the branches even harder than you are.

Then, after you don't know how long, you stop running. You just can't go on any longer.

You bend over, sucking air into your lungs.

When your breathing is under control, you straighten up and look around.

More trees and shadows. More of the ground mist. Only now, you have even less of an idea where you are, if that is even possible.

You shouldn't be alive this time. He was right behind you, close enough that you felt the air from one of his swings. You shouldn't have got away from him this time. You should be dead. You should be the creep's final victim of the night.

The thought hits you like a slap across the face.

Unless . . .

Unless the son of a bitch is playing with you.

He should have had you, should have been able to stick that huge machete between your shoulder blades. But somehow you got away.

He's enjoying the chase too much to end it too soon. he's going to keep chasing you, making you think you're finished, then letting you get away, so he can build up your hope, then chase you again.

And,when he's tired of the game, then he will finish you off.

The thought, that you are just a plaything to a supernatural serial killer, makes you cry.

You have a decision to make: Are you going to keep trying to survive, or are you going to give up and refuse to play the game? Keep running on the chance that you might get away, or stay where you are and let the creep kill you?

*[[You keep running; maybe you can beat him at his own game]]
*[[You're tired of running; you'll stay here and let him killyou]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

You don't get away from him this time

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 20:44:22 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'Then it's over. You shriek in pain and fear as the creep swings his blade low, cutting through your right leg about midway up your calf. You are unable to run, unable to control…'

Before you can decide, the creep catches up to you

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 20:42:30 GMT

SergeantC:

'''SNAP!'''

A twig breaks, directly behind you, and close. Whoever is there is close enough to touch you.

Without thinking, you start running.

You smash your way through the woods, breaking branches, not caring what is in your way. A wind brushes against the back of your neck; the creep must have taken a swing at you and missed.

Your breath rasps in and out of your mouth in short, sharp gasps. Your feet break the branches at your feet. You can sense the creep behind you. He is still close enough to touch you. As if to confirm this, you feel fingers brush against your hair.

You don't seem to be outrunning him this time. He is staying right behind you. Your luck seems to have run out this time.

Why doesn't he take another swing?

*[[You run, and he stays right behind you]]
*[[You lose him again]]
*[[You don't get away from him this time]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Before you can decide, the creep catches up to you

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 16:59:09 GMT

SergeantC:

'''SNAP!'''

A twig breaks, directly behind you, and close. Whoever is there is close enough to touch you.

Without thinking, you start running.

You are too late.

You shriek in pain and fear as the creep swings his blade low, cutting through your right leg about midway up your calf. You are unable to run, unable to control yourself. You hit the ground, hard.

You try to crawl away, using your arms and your left leg. But you know you aren't going to make it.

You roll over onto your back. The creep is right behind you. He is standing, looking down at you. For a moment, you hope he might, somehow, let you live. Then he raises his blade over his head.

"No," you say. "Please. No."

He doesn't answer. He is still holding the blade over his head, in a position to strike.

"Why?" you ask. "Why?"

Again, he doesn't answer. His silence is the most terrifying thing about him.

You are still trying to crawl away, but you can't move fast. The creep easily keeps up with you.

Then the blade comes down.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No one|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Before you can decide, the creep catches up to you

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 16:56:07 GMT

SergeantC:

Before you can decide, the creep catches up to you

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 16:55:45 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with ''''SNAP!''' A twig breaks, directly behind you, and close. Whoever is there is close enough to touch you. Without thinking, you start running. You are too late. You shriek in…'

'''SNAP!'''

A twig breaks, directly behind you, and close. Whoever is there is close enough to touch you.

Without thinking, you start running.

You are too late.

You shriek in pain and fear as the creep swings his blade low, cutting through your right leg about midway up your calf. You are unable to run, unable to control yourself. You hit the ground, hard.

You try to crawl away, using your arms and your left leg. But you know you aren't going to make it.

You roll over onto your back. The creep is right behind you. He is standing, looking down at you. For a moment, you hope he might, somehow, let you live. Then he raises his blade over his head.

"No," you said. "Please. No."

He doesn't answer. He is still holding the blade over his head, in a position to strike.

"Why?" you ask. "Why?"

Again, he doesn't answer. His silence is the most terrifying thing about him.

You are still trying to crawl away, but you can't move fast. The creep easily keeps up with you.

Then the blade comes down.

{{SlasherStatus|Live=No one|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Keep running; it's all you can do

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 15:52:29 GMT

SergeantC: Created page with 'You are alone in the night-time woods, naked, scared, unarmed, being chased by a killer who is immune to bullets. The only cop you met tried to rape you. You can't fight, can't c…'

You are alone in the night-time woods, naked, scared, unarmed, being chased by a killer who is immune to bullets. The only cop you met tried to rape you. You can't fight, can't call anyone for help, all your friends are dead. You are only alive because you've been lucky, and you can't be lucky forever.

There's only one thing you can do: keep running away and hope you can find a way to defeat this creep, or to somehow escape from him.

You straighten up and look around you. The trail is narrow, but fairly clear. It would be easy to travel along, but would also be the obvious path. The killer would expect you to travel that way, and might be looking for you. But you would be able to move safely, and, for the most part, silently. The woods are thick, forbidding. All you can see are branches and shadows. You might be safe in the wood, but you will travel slowly and you will have to be careful not to make any noise that will give away your location to the creep, who is still out there, and probably not that far behind you.

The trail, or the deep woods. Neither is ideal, but they are your two options.

Which way do you go?

*[[Along the trail; faster but riskier]]
*[[Into the woods; slower, but safer]]
*[[Before you can decide, the creep catches up to you]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

Calm yourself and hold perfectly still

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 15:10:43 GMT

SergeantC:

You lose the creep, but for how long? And where are you?

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 14:59:24 GMT

SergeantC:

Panic and your survival instincts combine to give you speed. You run blindly, not caring what's in front of you, only what's behind you. You leap over tree trunks, splash across a stream, and force your way through anything that blocks your way, the whole time expecting to feel a very sharp blade hit you in a sensitive part of your body. The grisly image of the creep eviscerating the deputy is still fresh, and you can imagine the creep swinging the blade into your crotch, then cutting upwards.

You keep running, not looking behind you, hoping only that you are fast enough.

Eventually, you are too tired to run any longer. You stumble to a stop, sink to your knees, lower your head, and throw up. Nothing much comes out; it has been some time since you last ate.

After a few minutes, you stand up. You are standing on what appears to be a trail. You step into the shelter of a large shrub and kneel down, hoping this will be enough to hide you.

You look around. You can only see a few feet in each direction, and all you can see around you are tree branches and shadows. The ground is covered in a milky white mist, and the air is chilly. You shiver. You feel tears coming to your eyes. You don't want to cry, because you don't want to make any noise that might give your location away to the creep, but you know you have to cry for your friends. You let the tears come, but try to be a silent as possible while you grieve for Jackie and Nikki and Chris and the guys.

Eventually, the tears stop. You look around you. You have no idea where you are, where the camp is, how far away it is. You don't know this part of the state very well. In fact, this is really your first time here. You have no idea where to go to get help.

And the creep, who seems to be bullet-proof, is pretty certainly still out there. You have a feeling he won't quit hunting you until you are dead.

What can you do?

*[[Keep running; it's all you can do]]
*[[You see a light]]
*[[You hear the sound of a vehicle, coming from not far away]]
*[[Someone speaks to you from some distance off]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

You lose the creep, but for how long? And where are you?

SergeantC — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 14:58:34 GMT

SergeantC:

Panic and your survival instincts combine to give you speed. You run blindly, not caring what's in front of you, only what's behind you. You leap over tree trunks, splash across a stream, and force your way through anything that blocks your way, the whole time expecting to feel a very sharp blade hit you in a sensitive part of your body. The grisly image of the creep eviscerating the deputy is still fresh, and you can imagine the creep swinging the blade into your crotch, then cutting upwards.

You keep running, not looking behind you, hoping only that you are fast enough.

Eventually, you are too tired to run any longer. You stumble to a stop, sink to your knees, lower your head, and throw up. Nothing much comes out; it has been some time since you last ate.

After a few minutes, you stand up. You are standing on what appears to be a trail. You step into the shelter of a large shrub and kneel down, hoping this will be enough to hide you.

You look around. You can only see a few feet in each direction, and all you can see around you are tree branches and shadows. The ground is covered in a milky white mist, and the air is chilly. You shiver. You feel tears coming to your eyes. You don't want to cry, because you don't want to make any noise that might give your location away to the creep, but you know you have to cry for your friends. You let the tears come, but try to be a silent as possible while you grieve for Jackie and Nikki and Chris and the guys.

Eventually, the tears stop. You look around you. You have no idea where you are, where the camp is, how far away it is. You don't know this part of the state very well. In fact, this is really your first time here. You have no idea where to go to get help.

And the creep, who seems to be bullet-proof, is pretty certainly still out there. You have a feeling he won't quit hunting you until you are dead.

What can you do?

*[[Keep running]]
*[[You see a light]]
*[[You hear the sound of a vehicle, coming from not far away]]
*[[Someone speaks to you from some distance off]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls)|Dead= Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie}}
[[Category: Slasher]]