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FILL 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

‘Oh shit, oh shit.’ He thought as he ran. Running was the ONLY thing he’d known for the past three hours at least. Running and “HOLY SHIT” levels of fear. Even as the sun had gone down (not that that was very noticeable, the entire sky was long since heavily obscured by the thick tree tops) and the ground beneath him became treacherously wet and muddy he kept running.

He could hear the damn thing behind him the whole while.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to run away from this thing but now he was starting to feel like he was in its territory. Last time he checked France didn’t have any jungles in it. The whole place had a strange feel to it, as if everything around him were alive and watching. The air felt strange in his lungs and no matter where he went it seemed as if he was going in circles.

And the thing never slowed down. Not even a little bit. It was as if it couldn’t tire.

It finally happened. The end of his converse caught on a root and he fell hard, face first in the mud. Not even a second later and there it was…on top of him. He could feel its large hands pressing into him, pawing him like a cat. It flipped him over and he had to look at its horrible face.

Now, this creature wasn’t actually too scary when you thought about it. It was like a shadow, its entire body pitch black save for two literally beaming eyes, bright white like head lights. It was humanoid looking save for its lack of hair, facial features and ears. It made no sound and that just added to its creepiness. Franck cringed and whimpered as it toyed with him.

He could feel his entire shirt soaked with sweat and getting damper thanks to the moist mud on his back. The creature was feeling it to, just curiously pressing its large hands flat against his chest here and there. Now that he paid attention, the thing really did seem curious. Its head bobbed about and it got a good look at him before its slender talons fitted underneath his shirt…

Franck squirmed.

“N-No! Stop that!” He said hoarsely. The creature’s high beam eyes darted to him quickly before it began lifting his shirt up even faster. Now it had both of its chilly hands on his bare chest and it pressed its smooth face there too. Its movements gave Franck the impression that it was smelling him. It nuzzled into him and pressed its talons against his muscles here and there, experimentally.

“Go away!” Franck said, randomly slapping the thing’s head away. It twitched and looked at him. Then it began looming close, ominously getting its head closer to his face. He cringed as its eyes lit up his entire face, the big black mass pressed up against him. It just…sat like that for a moment, its whole body eerily still and its big hands still flat against his skin. Then right back to what it was doing before, sniffing and feeling about.

Was that supposed to be some kind of warning? Or was the thing trying to convey a less threatening tone? If it had been doing either it was a completely wasted effort when it began to undo Franck’s pants.

“Jesus, NO!” He yelled, getting up and scrambling back a bit. Of course the thing was on top of him in a second, hands and legs putting its full weight on him now even more determined not to let him get away. It pulled his pants down slowly and seemed confused at Francks boxers. With his dirty jeans around his ankles the thing hooked two fingers in his boxers and slid them down as well. Franck blushed and looked away, tried to think about ANYTHING else, maybe trick himself into believing for just a moment that he wasn’t being molested by some animal demon THING.

It raked its slender fingers down his thighs, petting him tentatively too. It dragged a singly pointed fingertip down the trail of fine hair going from his navel to his pubes. He cringed when it tugged lightly on his pubic hair, the whole concept of hair seeming to fascinate it. It reached up to his face and made him face it before reaching up and tugging the hair on his head. What was this thing doing? What did it want?