Paul: Tricked

From Create Your Own Story

With the butt of the gun you break one of the back windows of the bus. The inside is really dark, a cloud of fly escapes the fetid smell. You hesitate but once again you hear the faint moan. You climb into the dark interior of the bus. It’s worse than you thought, all the seats are covered in blood and the smell inside is ten times worse. That’s when it hits you: the windows that should be letting the light in are strangely obstructed. This is a trap, the lair of one of the monsters your fleeing.

You turn around to try and reach the relative safety of the outside world. But she’s already on you. Her hand winds around your neck and forces to look into her eyes.

Your mistress is so beautiful. Your mistress is so perfect, you’d give anything for your princess including your life. You close your eyes offering your neck to your mistress. A questions forms inside your mind. You recognize your mistress because her voice is so beautiful, so powerful. You feel compelled to answer: “Yes, you know where to find sustenance for your mistress; yes, you’d be ready to drive your mistress so she can feed on the numerous survivors you left behind. Yes you’ll get your truck closer to the bus.”

You drive your mistress along the highway as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the mountains. You stop a hundred yards away from the first group you come across. Your mistress orders you to distract them. You approach the group empty handed asking them for gas. The oldest man probably the father argues with you while your mistress takes on the rest of the group. Their killing is swift

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