=The Heart-stopping House of Horrors [OC; m/f, rape; cutting, hanging, mutilation, neck snap, stabbing; semi-con]=

“Come one, come all to our Heart-stopping House of Horrors!” The man dressed in the skeleton costume standing beside the entrance to the grounds loudly proclaimed. “Others will just scare you a bit and let you go, but with us, you're playing for keeps! None of our actors nor animatronics will hold anything back, so you may well die for real!” Even though most of the people in earshot were already waiting in line anyways, so he was really just making a show for them.

“However if you do survive, you'll not only get your admission fee returned, but a cash prize of 50$! As well as being recorded on the wall of survivors!” Standing right in front of the line, Kelly could see the wall besides the man, bearing little more than a dozen framed pictures of visitors, both male and female, and of various ages, posing victoriously in front of the house, though invariably looking rather shaken, some covered in blood, and at least one girl missing a hand.

Just as the man finished his spiel, as if on cue, Kelly could faintly hear a panicked scream that abruptly cut off, and a moment later he briefly listened to his two-way radio, then turned to the visitors. “Looks like this one didn't make it and ran afoul of The Butcher.” How imaginative. “Who's our next brave soul?”

Kelly stepped up and after signing some paperwork that freed the organisers from any and all responsibility for her potential death or maiming, as well as allowing them the use of her body for the rest of the season before returning it to her family, stood in front of a camera as instructed. “What's the picture for, by the way?” The dark-skinned green-eyed girl with shoulder-length curly black hair and glasses, wearing a practical longsleeve and jeans, asked the costumed man.

“Legal reasons, mostly.” He replied in a more normal tone. “And so our actors know who to go for in case we have unauthorised entries or need to send someone else in for whatever emergency, as well as calibrating the animatronics to the same effect.”

“I see.” That seemed somewhat more practical than Kelly had expected – though part of her was still thinking they were also maintaining a collection of all of their victims somewhere. After the man checked her paperwork, he let her in and Kelly slowly approached the large, three-storied building stretching a fair bit to both sides, with an old and appropriately spooky-looking facade, and a small tower-like structure on the top right above the entrance – as well as some more gruesome decorations Kelly noticed as she came closer, that briefly made her hesitate in her steps.

There was a naked girl cleanly impaled on a spike, in through her pussy and out through her mouth, blood from both her mouth and pussy covering her body. Another was tied to some kind of chair and had been strangled with a piece of rope through the backrest, her face dark purple and contorted in pain, and her panties visibly wet with urine. And right before a pair of steps leading up to the porch, a girl was leaned against the wall, slumped forward so Kelly could clearly see the massive gaping hole in the back of her head, the wall behind her splattered with chunks of brain and gore, and the gun still half in her mouth.

Shaking off those images, Kelly quickly walked up to the door and pushed it open, valiantly stepping inside, but as soon as she'd taken like two steps, it slammed shut behind her with a creaking noise, making her startle a little. …Well, of course they'd do that; Kelly slowly made her way down the corridor bearing several old slightly creepy portraits on the walls with the name plaques dating back a few centuries and she briefly wondered if those had been actual people or they were just made up to add to the ambience.

After only a handful more steps the corridor suddenly hit an intersection, leaving her with three paths to take, none of which gave any meaningful indication of what to expect, so after a brief moment of indecisiveness, Kelly just chose the left, there was this one saying about always turning left in a maze, wasn't it?

The décor of the walls gave way to more modern-looking wallpaper and furnishing, then just as Kelly rounded a corner, with a loud roar and a musical sting a large hooded figure lunged at her, making Kelly scream and jump backwards, hitting her back against the wall before she recognised the now immobile figure as a rather generic slasher villain design, as the scare slowly retreated into the wall as if on rails – which was probably precisely what it was.

Shaking her head at herself for falling for something like this, even though she really couldn't help it, those were just reflexes, Kelly moved on, entering what looked like a bathroom, complete with a toilet, sink, mirror and shower – and a shower curtain splattered with red. Loath as she was to admit it, after that jumpscare, and the permanent eerie ambient sounds just barely this side her range of hearing, Kelly was rather on edge, so she slowly, carefully took a look around the room, finding nothing of significance – not even a second exit. Was this a dead end?

…Or were the designers being clever by hiding the way forward behind the obviously foreboding curtain? That had to be it. With a small smirk Kelly approached the curtains and pulled them to the side – only for another masked killer that had been lying in wait for her to lurch towards her, jabbing at her with a knife. Far too close to evade, Kelly's surprised shriek cut off as he rammed the large kitchen knife deep into her stomach. Incredulously staring at the blade, and the blood quickly dyeing her shirt and dripping down her abdomen, Kelly staggered backwards as the killer withdrew the knife a moment later, the pain taking another split second to fully hit as she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

Undeterred, the killer moved after her, slamming Kelly against the wall before jabbing the knife into her abdomen again …and again …and again, her screams fading to pained gasps as the massive, nauseating pain flooded her body, and a moment later Kelly coughed, the sickening taste of blood and bile filling her mouth, blood dripping down her lips and chin, mixing with her tears of pain and fear as she still futilely tried to push the killer away from her.

But he unrelentingly continued, only stopping after easily a dozen stabs, leaving Kelly just barely hanging on, weakly sobbing and clutching her ravaged stomach, standing in a huge puddle of her own blood, she almost imagined she could feel her intestines bulging from the wounds and even now had to hold in the gag reflex.

After silently observing Kelly for a moment, the killer raised his knife again, taking more careful aim this time before stabbing straight into Kelly's chest, the blade slicing through her breast and piercing the ribs before accurately hitting her heart. As the killer withdrew the knife, a new surge of blood oozed from the wound and Kelly could almost feel herself weakening with every frantic, futile heartbeat, her body slowly growing cold and the edges of her vision beginning to blacken as she sunk to her knees, taking only a few more seconds to die, her body slumping over as everything just went dark

***

“Next.” The costumed man announced and Jenna walked up with the slightest hint of hesitation; the closer she'd gotten to the house the more spooked she'd gotten, the occasional screams from other victims not at all helping, but by this point there was no backing out, or her friends would be calling her scaredy-cat for like ever. Skimming over the paperwork and signing it, the petite brown-haired, brown-eyed girl wearing a simple colourful t-shirt and knee-length skirt smiled shyly to the camera, before the operator let her enter.

Noting the bodies put on display closer to the entrance, Jenna did her best to not look at any of them, eyes straight ahead as she pushed the door to the house open and slightly shakily stepped into the darkness.

After slowly, carefully, making her way through a few spooky corridors, turning right at the first intersection and shortly after climbing a set of stairs, walking back in the direction she'd come from, Jenna suddenly hit a dead end, a window looking out over the entrance area, but the corridor otherwise completely devoid of doors or other exits. Turning around to double back on her path, just as she reached the stairs, considering if she should go up again or try to stay at ground level, suddenly with a loud noise a tall hooded figure lurched at Jenna as if from nowhere and she jumped backwards with a scream, her heart racing.

However after a few moments of the figure just standing perfectly motionless, she slowly caught herself, carefully inspecting it to find it had come to a stop right in a relatively well-lit area, making the seams and patchwork nature of its cloak rather apparent …and actually kind of silly-looking. If she'd encountered this guy in broad daylight and not gotten jumpscared by him in the dark, Jenna totally wouldn't have been scared of him at all.

Giggling and shaking her head at both that mediocre costume and herself for falling for it, Jenna decided to chance it and go up the stairs, but just as she moved past the weak jumpscare – maybe the electronics of it were broken or something, it still hadn't moved at all – suddenly it reached after her, one hand muffling her surprised shriek as it pressed a damp cloth over her mouth, the other striking her in the stomach, making her gasp for air – and get a good lungful of some sickly sweet scent, and before Jenna realised what was happening, suddenly everything started spinning and went dark.

…


As Jenna came to, she found herself lying naked on the hard floor in a dark room, save for a large opening right in front of her, through which she could make out some trees and part of the entrance area, meaning she probably was way up in the high tower on the front of the house right now. Slowly getting to her feet, all of a sudden she noticed the coarse rope that had been placed rather tight around her neck, but before she could take it off and get out of here, the hooded figure that had ambushed her before suddenly came up beside her and grabbed her hand, dragging her right to the edge of the tower.

Before Jenna could even fully make the connection, the figure gave her a strong push and she stumbled over the edge with a scream – only for her voice to cut off after just a split second's free fall as her neck was caught in the noose that was apparently fixed to a beam jutting out from the wall of the tower. Getting an admittedly good view of the surrounding area and the people waiting in line below her, once the realisation fully hit her Jenna started frantically gasping for air as she clawed at the noose, but to no avail.

Continuing her futile struggles, unable to even scream, Jenna's eyes quickly filled with tears as she kept gasping and flailing, taking several seconds to realise that some of the visitors below had noticed her and were pointing in her direction, and before long almost everyone was looking up at her naked, swinging body.

From up here and past the sound of her own heartbeat filling her ears, Jenna couldn't make out what the people were saying, but even if they'd wanted to they'd hardly been able to come to her aid in time; they probably thought it was part of the show – and in a way, it was – and if anything, several of them seemed to be laughing at her suffering and her kicking legs regularly flashing clear views of her completely smooth pussy as Jenna's pain only grew worse and worse, her lungs and head feeling as if on fire.

Jenna continued her losing fight against the noose, feeling her strength slowly start to fade, all noise, even her own ragged gasps, muffled beyond recognition, but she noticed a few of the visitors below watching her rubbing themselves – or a partner – through their pants or skirts, and a small part of her drew an odd solace from the fact that in her last, agonising moments, she was at least giving some people a good show.

Her face smudged with tears and drool, Jenna began losing all sensation in her body, hardly even feeling herself lose control of her bladder as she all but went limp, the rather conspicuous yellow stream arcing from her pussy and dripping down her legs to splatter on the ground somewhere below, much to the laughter of the visitors watching below her. Just a few moments later Jenna's mind faded for good, leaving her unaware of her hooded executioner stepping up beside her lifeless body and taking a bow to the audience, eliciting a round of applause.

***

As the girl before her had died in an admittedly quite erotic manner, Yuka hadn't been able to help rubbing herself through her skirt a little bit, but she'd quickly caught herself, unlike that slut right behind her who'd actually sucked off her boyfriend in public; sure they'd hidden behind a tree, but said tree hadn't been quite wide enough, also she still had some bits of cum on her chin as she returned. Yuka really hoped that one would meet a particularly bloody end befitting a horror movie victim.

But first it was finally her turn. The pale dark-haired girl with one of her grey eyes hidden behind the curtain of her hair, wearing a black blouse, skirt and spiderweb-styled stockings, posed for the picture, before confidently, walking up to the house, briefly inspecting the macabre decorations on the way and wondering if, if she didn't make it, she'd end up put on display too; that'd certainly be nice. Suppressing an excited grin, Yuka pushed the door open and entered.

…

Step into the circle and call upon the demons, if you dare. The sign at the entrance to the small room filled with shelves full of books, a desk full of notes, candles and some incense, and two intricate circles draw onto the floorboards in chalk, read. Now this was looking like something. Yuka entered to inspect the circles closer, admiring the artistry in them an recognising a fair amount of the runes surrounding as well, even if a couple showed some small mistakes typical for laypersons.

It wasn't that she hadn't been entertained so far, the scares still managed to make her jump, and some of the installations, like one of the girls that had been in line before her earlier strapped to a guillotine and being endlessly fucked from behind by some masked creature while her severed head on a pike was watching with empty eyes, had been quite interesting, but at the same time few if anything had actually measured up to the horrors Yuka would sometimes see in her dreams or imagine in her idle thoughts. But this one looked to be rather intriguing.

Without hesitation Yuka stepped into the smaller circle, and after a few seconds with a rumble and a series of low, infernal noises a huge cloud of fog and smoke billowed around the other circle and the floorboards split as a huge figure emerged in the circle with a roar. It was obviously a very typical demon, complete with red skin, cloven feet, a bulky, muscular physique and large horns on its head – as well as a very conspicuous, huge fully erect penis.

…Well, not quite the attractive incubus or succubus Yuka had secretly been hoping for, but it probably would suffice. Part of her hadn't been expecting to make it out of here alive anyways, and what better way to meet her end than on Halloween, in a place full of tribute to the occult and frightening. Yet when the demon suddenly moved, Yuka flinched and reflexively tried to turn and run, but it was far too late. Its horns scraping against the ceiling as it rose to its full height before lunging at Yuka, the demon easily caught her arm in a vice-like grip.

As the demon tore away her top and bra with its other hand, revealing her somewhat small, firm breasts, then similarly removed her skirt, Yuka knew what was coming – and that she had no way of stopping it. And true enough, the demon effortlessly forced her onto the ground, spreading her legs heedless of Yuka's struggles as it loomed over her, its dick hovering just centimetres from her pussy. “No way, that's not going to fit! Please don- Aah!” Cutting off her pleas, the demon thrust into Yuka, tearing right through her lacy black panties as it roughly entered her.

Its dick was surprisingly smooth and gave almost no friction, even without any sort of lube, but at the same time it was also far thicker than anything Yuka had ever used for herself, painfully stretching the entrance of her pussy and making tears well up in her eyes as it slowly pushed into her. Once it was inside her, far deeper than anything ever should, a painful stretching sensation spreading through Yuka's abdomen, the demon pulled back again, but then grabbed Yuka's thighs and half thrust, half pulled her towards it to penetrate deep into her again, making her gasp in pain.

Looking down, Yuka wasn't too surprised to find a little bit of her blood smeared over the demon's massive dick as it continued raping her, but after a few more moments she found that if she changed her position just a bit, leaning back and arching her back to stretch her abdomen, and started playing with her breasts, despite – or perhaps because of – the pain, it actually started to feel kind of good, her cries and gasps quickly becoming those of pleasure.

In this position, Yuka could actually see her lower stomach bulge a little bit every time the demon thrusted all the way into her pussy, the image only serving to turn her on further, seeing as she got to live out quite a few kinks normally reserved for the realm of fiction right now, by this point plainly enjoying her 'rape', the pain and pleasure blending into one as she shamelessly moaned and gasped, even starting to move her hips counterpoint to the demon's movements as far as she could.

However all of a sudden the demon abruptly stopped and pulled out of her, leaving Yuka's pussy painfully stretched yet at the same time yearning for more, but before she had much time to be disappointed by the interruption, it grabbed one of her arms to turn her onto her stomach, then reached for the other one as well, completely lifting Yuka off her feet. Despite the sudden pain of her shoulders suddenly carrying her whole weight, Yuka couldn't help an excited grin, as she could make an educated guess what was about to happen.

And true enough, just as she'd thought, the demon lifted Yuka over its dick, carefully manoeuvring her pussy right above it before just loosening its grip, letting her own – admittedly not that heavy – weight drive its dick deep into her, eliciting a loud moan from her. Leaning against the demon's bulky chest, Yuka could hardly move other than squirm a little, only serving to further sink onto it, but she fascinatedly patted her stomach to actually faintly feel the thick, solid dick inside her.

After a few moments the demon grabbed both of her shoulders again, lifting Yuka before pressing her onto its dick again, continuing to fuck her even rougher than before, but even so, completely at her rapist's mercy, she nonetheless continued gasping and moaning in pleasure, feeling she was about to cum quite soon.

However the demon beat Yuka to it, suddenly tensing with a growl, forcing her particularly far onto its dick as it shot several unrealistically massive loads of cum into her, filling up her womb and pussy and leaving a hot, distended feeling in her abdomen, the sensation enough to make Yuka cum as well without even touching herself, shuddering and moaning as she closed her eyes, arching her back and shivering in pleasure as she felt her pussy clench, making some of the demon's cum drip down her thighs.

Slowly winding down after a rather long, beautiful climax, Yuka inspected her lower abdomen to actually find it slightly bloated from being so filled with the demon's seed …just like in some of her hentai. And while she wouldn't have minded to stay like this a while longer – or have another go – she doubted that a single 'scare' would spend so much time on a single visitor, but just as Yuka wondered if or how the demon was going to finish her or just let her go, one of its hands reached around her chin and the other the back of her head and in one swift motion it twisted her head a full 180 degrees with a visceral crack.

Suddenly losing all feeling in her body – yet aware that she most likely had just peed herself, judging by the dripping sound – Yuka remained awake just long enough to get a good close look at the demon's sculpted face, with its massive horns, razor sharp teeth and merciless red eyes, admiring the brutal yet erotic way it had just ended her in, before everything went dark.

***

“Um, babe, you got something on your chin.” Amanda's boyfriend indicated a spot right below the left corner of his mouth, and as she ran her tongue over the area, there indeed was a little bit more of his slightly salty, sticky cum, so she wiped everything up with a finger before licking it off, making a small show of swallowing the residue.

“Thanks.” And just in time as a moment later the announcer called up the next one. They hadn't heard or seen anything this time, and it had taken a bit longer than the other ones. Did that mean that creepy girl had actually made it, or had she just taken her sweet time to die? Well, whatever.

Giving her boyfriend a quick kiss, Amanda signed the paperwork and posed for the picture, the blue-eyed blonde wearing a rather form-fitting tank top and minishorts making sure to emphasise her quite sizeable bust in the picture as well as she could. Putting a nice sway into her hips she strode towards the building, doing her best to ignore the bodies positioned around the area, not looking to the sides for even a second as she entered the house.

…

Amanda had been making her way through the house for a few minutes now, and even though none of the scares so far had actually attempted to harm her – save for one swinging blade that almost took off her hand –, she was still massively on edge, why the hell had she let her boyfriend get her into this? He better make that up to her by fucking her real good once they were out of here.

Ascending a flight of stairs, Amanda turned left, taking a few steps down the hallway before opening another door – and stopping in her tracks with a shriek. In the middle of the room there was the almost naked body of a slender brown-haired girl with twintails hanging lifelessly in a noose, the tears and drool smudging her face, bloody scratch marks on her neck and the obvious stain of pee in her panties making it rather apparent her death had been quite agonising, and the knocked down chair beside her body indicating she might well have killed herself, though of course that one might also have been placed there after the fact.

In the dim light it took another few moments for Amanda to recognise the girl's face as Jessica, a classmate of hers that had been going on over this haunted house for the last few days, and she had to fight back a gag reflex, turning on her heel and all but sprinting down the corridor in the other direction to just get away from the body. However just as she was passing by the stairs – blindly running past them – something tripped Amanda's left leg and with a scream she fell, scraping her arms and knees on the ground.

Before she could get up there was a swift tearing noise as something brushed over her back, and a few moments later something wet started soaking the back of her top, and as Amanda reached for the spot to inspect it, there was a sudden sharp pain in her back as her hand returned covered in blood. With a shriek she turned around, still half-lying on the ground, to find a tall man with a badly scarred face and some kind of glove with long metal blades, almost like monstrous fingernails, attached to it looming over her.

As Amanda frantically tried to scramble backwards away from him, he easily caught up with her, swiping with his glove to tear right through her tank top and leave a superficial, yet rather painful cut on her left breast, eliciting another scream. Finally managing to stand up properly, Amanda started running, the killer's slow, measured footsteps overly clearly audible to her as he incessantly followed her. “Get back here, Blondie, I just want to play.” Yeah right.

Suddenly the path before her branched into two, and without much thinking about it, Amanda just picked the left one, intent on losing as little speed as possible – only to lose all her speed a few moments later as after another turn, the hallway suddenly terminated in a dead end, just barely managing not to crash straight into the wall. “Fuck!” Amanda froze and frantically looked around for any other ways for several seconds before finally turning back the way she came, if she was fast maybe she could get to that other hallway before-

Too late. Just as she was about to round the corner, the killer appeared, slowly advancing towards Amanda, before swiping at her again, leaving a deeper cut on her right breast and with a scream she tried to back away, only to trip over her own feet in her panic, painfully landing on her butt instead. Quickly straddling her, the killer's weight on her stomach all but pinned Amanda in place as he tore away the shredded remains of her tank top to reveal her lack of a bra and beautifully large yet completely firm breasts – by now smeared with blood from her cuts.

The killer swiped at her left breast once again, more accurately this time, leaving three almost parallel cuts as Amanda screamed, desperately trying to push him off her, but he was that strong and heavy her efforts barely seemed to even register. Instead he easily pushed her arms away, playfully running a single blade along the bottom of her right breast, just strong enough to draw blood, then brought up the tip of the blade to his mouth, carefully licking some of the blood of it, making Amanda grimace and shudder in revulsion.

Heedless of her continued squirming and struggling, the killer almost leisurely sliced multiple more shallow cuts onto Amanda's breasts, stomach and shoulders, before roughly groping her left breast with his gloved hand – leaving a few more small injuries –, then pressing a single blade deep into the top of it and slowly, forcefully dragging it right through the flesh, all but bisecting her breast.

Incredulously staring at the gaping wound, the muscles as well as some other colours of tissue disturbingly clearly visible for a moment before flooding with blood, Amanda let out a shrill scream, a moment later feeling a warm, wet sensation in her shorts indicating that the pain and fear were just too much, only adding humiliation to the mix.

Her shaky hand gingerly hovering over her mutilated breast, the killer gave Amanda a good few seconds to take in her situation, before deeply jabbing three of his blades into her other breast, similarly carving through it with enough force that she could feel the blades scrape against her ribs, as well as cleanly slicing through her nipple, and Amanda screamed even louder, wildly thrashing and wailing, the realisation slowly sinking in that she was not going to make it out of here alive.

But mercifully the massive blood loss, red streaming all over her chest as well as pooling under her back and soaking her hair, started taking its toll and Amanda's vision started to fade around the edges, the massive pain in her breasts fading into a cold numbness, even the killer continuing to slice into them barely even registering anymore, and before long that darkness fully washed over her and everything vanished.

***

After that one girl had taken quite a long time, the slutty blonde one after her had died rather quickly – and painfully, if the screams Lara had heard were any indication – now it was finally her turn. …On second thought now that bet seemed like a really kinda dumb idea, but kinda late now, so whatever.

The moderately busty long-haired blonde wearing a plain white top and shorts gave the camera a cheerful smile, then signed the whatever waiver, before walking up to the house. The rather gruesome decorations rather graphically reminding her of the fate that might await her – which no doubt was their entire purpose – Lara only noticed she'd quickened her step quite a bit by the time she reached the door, forcing herself to slow down as she entered, because if horror movies had taught her anything, the ones that panicked always ended up dead.

…

Exploring the house for several minutes now, dodging a few jumpscares and at one point a noose deviously hanging from the ceiling at neck height right after a corner, Lara had come across a reasonably well-hidden door in a wall, leading to a narrow staircase downwards. Something this elaborate was looking good to actually be the direction of the exit.

However at the bottom of the stairs Lara found herself inside what looked like a small wooden cabin, precisely the sort that teenagers would spend a weekend in, only to conveniently all suffer from no reception or battery on their phone as they were picked off by the monster of the week one by one. Clearly not a good place to be. Lara exited the cabin, only to find herself in a forest – or at least quite a good semblance of one. The ceiling was deceptively tall, and even though most of the trees where just paper cutouts or drawings, the paintwork was really something, making the room seem much bigger than it was.

But before she could really get her bearing or start looking around suddenly a loud growl made Lara turn around, and she could see the silhouette of some large four-legged creature slowly emerging from between two of the 'trees' – and its long fangs faintly glistening even in the dim light as it advanced towards her. That was about all the cue she needed. Not even wasting her breath on pointless screaming, Lara turned on her heel and started in a dead sprint away from the monster, which – predictably – took up pursuit right away.

The semblance of a forest was quite authentic, Lara noted as she swerved around trees and jumped over fallen logs, though right now she kinda wished it really weren't, she had no idea if she even was moving towards any way out at all, the rapid steps of the monster still close behind her. However suddenly her foot caught on a root or something she hadn't seen and Lara stumbled, trying to catch herself, but somehow spinning around instead, only serving to land on her backside instead.

But before she even had a chance to try and get up, the monster was already on her, biting down on her lower leg, its fangs painfully scraping over Lara's shin and digging into her flesh, before it rapidly threw its head back and forth several times until both bones snapped with an audible crack, the immediate, massive pain making Lara scream as she still try to get away, but to no avail.

With her effectively immobilised, the werewolf moved up a little, looming over Lara for several moments, giving her a good look of its dirty black matted fur with bits of dirt and leaves in it, its cruel, cold eyes, and its sharp fangs dripping with blood – her blood. Pawing at her chest and stomach a few times, the wolf tore away Lara's top and bra, leaving her breasts completely exposed, as well as bearing multiple small scratches.

As the wolf lowered its head towards her stomach to no doubt maul her again, Lara suddenly found enough strength in her to ram her knee into the creature's side, to very little reaction, and desperately try to stop its mouth from getting closer to her with both her bare hands – only for the wolf to snap after her left, crushing down its jaw on her wrist and twisting its head until with a sickening crunching noise it tore off her hand altogether. Letting out another scream, Lara incredulously stared at the stump of her arm, spurting blood everywhere and the shredded skin, flesh and even bone clearly visible.

Seemingly giving her a moment to fully take in the horror of her injury, the werewolf waited a few seconds before biting into Lara's stomach, tearing away bits of her skin and muscle, making her start crying and wailing in pain and hammering against its head with her intact hand, but it completely ignored her, instead biting and tearing away again and again until after several more times, the wound was deep enough for it to reach her organs, digging its mouth deep into her, eliciting a nauseating pain as it tore at her insides before pulling out, completely covered in blood and bits of gore, pulling a pinkish bloodied loop of her intestine out in its jaws, the sight – or more like the realisation just what it was – enough to make Lara throw up in her mouth a little, a bitter acrid taste filling her mouth.

Even as she continued to beat against its head, the wolf entirely ignored Lara's futile efforts, digging into her stomach again, but this time tearing at the skin and flesh again, easily widening the bloody ravaged wound until almost her entire abdomen between the ribs and hips was torn open, exposing several of her organs amidst a veritable sea of blood and shredded flesh. Lara had started to look away at some point, but somehow only hearing the wet tearing noises – and feeling the injuries – was worse than seeing what was happening, so she looked again, just in time for the wolf to tear out another large chunk of her intestines, the taste of bile filling her mouth once more.

By this point Lara was starting to feel the effects of the blood loss, her screams and struggles slowly weakening and the edges of her vision starting to black out, and she had absolutely no illusions she was gonna make it out of here alive, so as the wolf stepped upwards a bit, she hoped it would just tear out her throat or so to put her out of her misery. But instead of her throat, it lowered its mouth to close its jaws around her right breast, seemingly once more pausing to give her a moment to take in what was about to happen, before biting down hard.

The wolf's fangs easily cutting all the way through her flesh, it turned out Lara still had strength left to scream as she let out an ear-piercing shriek as it bit down onto her breast again and again, before throwing its head backwards to brutally tear off most of it, leaving a massive wound streaming blood all over her chest. Lara could rapidly feel her strength fade now, she wasn't going to last much longer, but it was still enough to see and feel the wolf similarly shred her other breast as well, before finally stepping up next to her head, placing its jaws around her neck.

The wolf tore open Lara's throat and she finally started fading, quickly losing all feeling in her body and darkness flooding over her vision, though not before she'd felt the wolf bite down again and shake its head to break her neck as well, before finally everything faded.

***

And another one bites the dust. Theodora dryly noted at the at the frantic screams from inside suddenly cutting off and the costumed skeleton calling for the next one a moment later. Not that she was necessarily expecting to fare any better, but that was half the fun, now, wasn't it? Posing for the camera, the young woman with Asian features and straight black hair, wearing a dark tank top and skirt, signed the form, before confidently walking towards the house…