A panicked young man dressed in black ran through a dark hallway desperately trying all the doors as he passed. Locked, every single one. The rattling of the door knobs echoed through the long tiled hallway. Tired from sprinting, he stopped. As he tried to catch his breath he could hear the footsteps approaching. One two, one two. The rhythm of the footsteps was so casual and deliberate as they grew closer. He could see shadow appear as its owner neared the corner.
"Shit, shit.... come on, open you fuckin' door..." he said to himself in a frenzy. He grabbed a lock pick mechanism from his pants pocket and started fiddling with the door knob.
All of his friends were gone. He.... It took them. They were his now, merely objects. The young man looked at his hand, covered in dust and sweat as he struggled with the door knob. The mixture created a muddy layer on his skin. The lock pick slipped in his wet fingers as he worked hard to open the door. With some force the heavy wooden door finally opened. The young man entered the room quickly and shut the door. The footsteps were soon in the same hall as he just was. The continuous casual pace terrified him even more. So calm, after what had just happened. What the fuck was that? David, Mark, and Sam all gone. They changed in front of him. It couldn't be possible. Young men made of flesh and blood just turned to white lifeless stone versions of themselves. He watched their lives disappear into thin air as they petrified.
Taking a few steps back he looked around himself, the room felt fairly large, even though it was almost pitch black, save for the sparse light shining under the door and through a small window high up on the tall wall on the far end. He could see the shadow of something large pile in the center of the room. The young man tip toed around looking for a place to hide.
"What the hell? I'm here hiding from monsters like a fuckin' kid..." Trouble is, monsters were real and he was being stalked by one.
The young man found a nook in the pile. It wasn't just a pile, it was a stack of boxes and chairs, and what he could assume was a bench in the center. He sat in the dark room, watching the small strip of light under the door. Then a shadow over took the light. The knob turned. He started to tremble as chills ran down his spine.
"Please don't open it, please don't come in.... go away, fuck.. Leave me alone..." he thought to himself as the doorknob turned again. Then a knock, "Johnny... Joooooohnny come out and play with me you naughty boy. We'll have so much fun together... just usssss...." the final word hissed from its tongue. The voice was deep, masculine, and threatening, yet calm and soothing at the same time. The doorknob turned a few more times, but there didn't seem to be any real effort in trying to get in. Johnny held his breath and tried not to make a sound as he sat in his fort. Johnny shivered in his black clothing hidden in the darkness. The shadow under the door drew away as he heard other doorknobs twist and turn in the hall way as their sound became faint echoes as it got further away.
Johnny allowed himself to relax a little, he could hear doors behind the room being toyed with, he was ok. The room was locked, how could he get in? He sat up and stretched. Home free. Then another door opened and shut behind him. The sound of the lock clicking shut froze him in place. Fuck, another door?
He sat still on the small bench in the center of the room, from what he could feel there were boxes stacked all around him. Even if it was in the room, he was surrounded and hidden. Just stay quiet. He slowly shifted to catch any glimpse he could. Nothing, hiding in the dark was both a saving grace and a curse. Suddenly the lock pick tool fell out of his pocket onto the bench. Clink...son of a bitch. In an effort to find them, Johnny knocked them onto the floor. Clank...fuck me... the metal tool struck the tile floor and echoed through the quiet room.
Suddenly a strong hand covered his mouth, and another gripped his left side and slowly slid around to his stomach. Unable to scream, Johnny tensed his abs and sat up straight. The hand slid from his stomach up his chest firmly gripping his body pulling him back.. Johnny felt a strong firm chest press into his back. He could feel a strong heartbeat drumming under the muscular chest. A hissing sound filled the air as a long slender tongue slithered its way into his ear. Strangely it felt very good. It reminded him of his girlfriend as they'd make out. Except this wasn't his girlfriend, it was.... what the fuck was it? A giant snake man?
Terrified, Johnny didn't move, couldn't. His heart beat fast and his breathing sped up.
"You feel good Johnny boy, nice and firm." The creature said as it continued to feel him up. Johnny closed his eyes. That's what the guys did wrong, they looked.
"Let's see what you have hiding under these..." The creature kissed and started to suck on his earlobe as its long tail slithered around his waist squeezing, and then up under his shirt. Johnny moaned from the warm wet sensations. The slick slender appendage wriggled over the contours of his abs, and up the crease between his slim but defined chest. Chills ran down his body and goosebumps formed all over his skin.
"Mmmm, you're liking this aren't you sexy?" The tip of the tail poked out from his collar cradling Johnny's jaw.
"You're friends look so good, what do you say we add your sexy little body to the mix?"
