The She-Beast lunges over the side of the wall and hits the ground. Its tiny fingers, surprisingly strong, get a hold of your leg and the thing tries to chomp down. You struggle to shake it off, but it digs its fingers into your clothes for grip. You fall back, hitting the ground, hard, and it begins crawling up your body.
You grab the She-Beast’s exposed breast, squeezing it, getting a grip, and then you toss her against the wall. You scramble to your feet.
You look around, frantic, and grab the first thing you see.
A pencil.
In a split second, it’s up to its feet.
You lunge forward, stabbing the pencil down and aiming for the eye. But you miss. The pencil pierces its cheek, snaps in two, and you fall right into the thing, exposed. The bitch sinks its teeth into your neck.
You scream. Swing wildly with the broken pencil. You connect with the thing’s ear. You jam it in again - feel the wood pierce the eardrum. Blood pours through your fingers and down your wrist.
Twice more through the eardrum then into the brain and the bitch collapses in a bloody, naked heap. But the damage is done. Your throat is torn open. Blood pours out onto the dirty, sticky floor. This is where you’re going to die – in a fucking strip club DJ booth.
You open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Your head goes light. Legs weak. You go for the counter, bracing yourself.
Then you get a rush. For an instant, you can feel the blood pumping through your body – intently aware of every microscopic cell flowing through each of your hundred thousand veins.
Then it’s gone. Everything. Mind goes blank. The pain subsides. Your conscious mind begins to fade.
Woman. She fights.
Legs. Moving. Propelled forward.
Woman.
Object in way. Past it. Over. On floor. Stand up.
Woman.
Pretty woman. Fleshy.
Wet. Wet on floor. Body. Dead. Dead meat. Good meat? Bad meat. Carrion. Useless.
Woman.
Fresh meat…
Legs faster. One. Two. One. Two. Pulling forward. To woman.
In front of you. Woman. Shiny thing.
Woman. Speaks. Awwwwww kiiiiiiddddd ayyymmmmmmm sorrrrrryyyyy…………
Shiny thing.
Legs faster. Woman moves. Stop woman. Stop.
Shiny thing in hand.
Uh oh. Woman moves fast.
Shiny thing flashes. Coming at face. In eyes. Through head. Skull.
Brain.
. . . . . . . .
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