Joemdgoesin3

From Create Your Own Story

You know you are curious about the layout of the house. You make your way to the next room. You may find useful things here, anyway, to help with the tag. Paint always helps out, as well as more rope and ladders.

You make it not two rooms before you see a figure at the end of the hall.

You freeze. It looks to be an older man, who at this point has noticed you as well. "What?" He says, and you take off. You run back a room to try and get back to the window, or perhaps find some place to hide, but realize two rooms later you are lost, and worse, at a dead end. It is a smaller room with nothing inside of it. With nothing to hide behind, you turn to the door and see the old man walking to it. In his hand is a long thin sword. Your eyes go wide. A sword?!

You take up out your knife, your other hand in your bag to grab the pepper spray. "A knife?" The man laughs and lifts the sword. "I accept your challenge!"

You want to spray him right off, but he is close to you immediately. You try and lift your knife and the spray at once, but his sword hits the end of the knife, sending it flying to the wall. Your hand stings as it does - is he not being serious? Likely not - he thinks this more a joke. He is playing with you. Before you raise your other hand, his sword snaps down at you, and you feel a pull on your hoodie. You see the bottom is now snapped open. The sword flairs again and your bag falls from your shoulder. You point the spray toward his face, and his sword snaps upward to yours. The edge is inches from your nose, and you back away in fear.

"What are you..." You start to say, the pepper spray lowering slightly - you do not want to incite him. Maybe he IS crazy. He does live in this mansion in the middle of a river.

The sword moves from your face to your shoulder. It nudges slightly at your hoodie and you feel the tip of the blade against your skin. It is not pushing, just trailing lightly. With a flick of the blade, the right strap of the bra is cut. You look as it falls down, the light fabric unfolding just slightly. The hoodie still covers your breast, and the bra has not yet fallen.

"What are you doing?" You ask, and the sword trails to the other side, and snaps that strap. You feel the bra sit low from gravity, though is still tight enough to stay upon you. "You pervert!"

"And you are a thief." The old man says and draws the sword to then center of your bra. "Are you not? Would you rather I gut you?"

You can't believe it. You stay pressed against the wall as the sword moves under the center of your bra, then cuts it. The bra falls off your chest, held by nothing. The center of your chest and stomach is completely exposed, your nipples only covered by the opened hoodie. You think that is next to go, but instead, the sword trails further down to your bikini cut panties.

"No." You murmur. You see the blade slip underneath the right side of the panties waistband and torn leggings. You look to see the old man's face is engrossed at the sight of your underwear. You snap up the spray and get his eyes.

He screams. "AUGH! BITCH! AHHHH! WHAT?"

You run as he grabs his face. You hold the hoodie close to you, though as you run, feel the panties and leggings cut from the sword. They swing down your left leg to your boots. Pulling the hoodie in front of your chest and crotch, you feel it bring up the back end of the hoodie to the mid point of your butt.

You run and run, hearing the screams fading slightly as you go. You do not know where the stairs are at first, but you find a window. You run to it and look out. Wes is there, far to the left. You scream.

Wes looks up. "What?" He runs underneath you. "What is happening?"

You try and calm down. You can't climb down now - you are almost naked. "Someone's here!" You yell back. "I'm going downstairs!"

Wes looks to the left and right, "I'll find you!" And he runs to the front door, likely to try and break it. You run back to the main hall, figuring that was your best bet. Not seeing the old man yet, you move to the stairs and make your way down, hearing loud cracking far below you. At the far end of the hall there is the next set of stairs leading to the second floor, but now you hear footsteps to your right - and running water at that! You could try and hide on the third floor.

Status
Wearing	wet Black hoodie open at front, boots, ruined black scraps at ankles
Mood	Afraid, feeling molested
Inventory	Nothing