“No! There’s too many. Retreat!”
The party split against the oncoming horde of shadows. This was supposed to be a standard run through Mementos. Everyone was able to handle all of the shadows that had come against you so far. It wasn’t unreasonable to think the next floor would be something you could take on.
But something was wrong on this floor. After driving through a few hallways, you were ambushed by dozens of shadows. Ten times as many you had ever seen in Mementos. Something was seriously strange with this floor.
But now wasn’t the time to think about that. You looked behind you; only Ann was following. The rest of the group was behind a wall of shadows. This was getting worse by the second. You tried to give Ann the most reassuring nod you could, but it was hard to fake a confidence you didn’t feel. If you’d given her a closer look, you might have seen the signs. Most obvious, the neon pink eyes. Ann was charmed, under a powerful shadow’s control.
But you didn’t. Instead, you kept barreling through the long hallway, the sound of numerous, murderous shadows keeping you moving at your absolute fastest. When you saw the hallway ended, you cursed. There was nothing to do but to fight.
Or at least. That was the logical conclusion you came to. But even before you turned to fight the shadows, they were backing off. Then they just stood in a line, not attacking you, but still blocking your way. It was the most puzzling thing you’d ever seen.
You felt a blast of fire hit you in the back. The searing hit drove you to the ground, and in seconds, you were unconscious.
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Your eyes drifted open slowly, your back ached with a dull sear, and when you tried to get up, you discovered your entire body was encased in thick rope.
“Well good morning!” A slightly distorted version of Ann’s voice called to you. You looked up to see her, cat suit taken off and in just her underwear. You watched her long legs as she strode over to you, looking up to see her possessed eyes.
“Don’t worry little boy.”
It was a new voice. You could make out a silhouette in the darkness; vaguely human shaped with a curvy woman’s outline. She let out a slight giggle when she saw your eyes turn her direction.
“I’m not here to kill you. I’ve just been a little bored. So what else what I was supposed to do when the first source of entertainment in decades came crawling through my den?”
She drew out the last word, clear voice echoing in the empty hallway.
“And your friend really has some interesting ideas in that devious little mind of hers. So I’ve told her you’re more than willing to do whatever she wants and am ready to sit back and watch the show. Don’t bother trying to speak out to you though. I’ve convinced her she can’t hear you. And my minions? There just here to make sure nobody gets in, or out until I’ve had my fill.”
That sounded like powerful psychokinetic magic. An inky blackness came up from the woman’s side, her hand, you realized, then she snapped. As soon as she did, The pink glow left Ann’s eyes. She shook her head, then looked down at you.
“What’s going on?”
Ann asked it to herself, not to you. For her, she was seeing a normal room. Daylight was pouring into a small bedroom with just a bed and a tied-up you. The only other part of her cognition that the shadow had changed was to make her think that you had consented to anything she wanted. Everything else that was about to happen had been in her mind long before this night.
What happens next?
1) Ann lays down on top of you, smiling as she smothers you with her breasts.
2) Ann steps over your body, turning around and then sitting on your face.
3) Writer’s Choice
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