SttMF/Force Him Off
From Create Your Own Story
This is going way too far.
"Stop... " you say. He doesn't respond. You make sure to keep your legs pressed together, though you can feel him trying to squeeze his fingers inside you.
"Just stop!" This time, you say it in a more commanding tone. He takes notice and pulls away from you, giving you a look.
"Just... stop. Let me down, and get out of here."
"I thought you wanted this as much as I did?" He looks you over, you guess he's trying to judge if you have ulterior motives.
"I don't anymore. This is too much," you reply.
"Hmph. You shouldn't have started, then. What can you do to stop me?" He moves closer again, but you have an answer for him. An answer in the form of a swift kick to the groin, which sends him stumbling backwards while howling in pain. It takes him about a minute to recover enough to gradually raise his gaze to meet your own, his eyes full of anger and hate.
"You... Gnngh... Stupid bitch... " He gets out through clenched teeth, while pulling one of his hands away from his crotch and reaching behind him. He pushes his shirt up, grabs hold of something, and you find a knife in his hand when he brings it back around. You watch him slowly stretch back up, and know he's going to be trying to stab you with the knife. You get ready - when he comes close, you're going to nail him again.
You wait. You watch...
It happens quickly, and he lunges toward you. You go to kick but find yourself unable to bring your leg up, held by something wrapped around your thigh. You look down to see one of the translucent rungs holding both of your thighs to the wall, rendering you completely helpless! You don't even get a moment to think of something else, as the palm of his other hand connects with your chin and slams the back of your head into the wall. You feel cold steel slip across your neck, then he releases you - your chin falls to your chest, and a horrific sight falls into view. Blood... your blood, cascading down your naked flesh and to the floor. He slit your throat!
Oddly... it doesn't hurt.
There is nothing you can do to stop it, nor stop him. Despite your mind being focused on your impending death, you still notice his hands come into view at your waist. You see them take hold of your pants, and feel them starting to get tugged down and off you.
At least... you won't have to suffer through what you know he's going to do next to your body.
Just before you pass on to the next life...
You:
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| Health | 0% | <> Possessions <> | |
| Condition | Dead | ? | |
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