Hunted and Alone

I had no idea where I was, or how I even got there.

It was dark, cold, quiet, and empty enough that even my thoughts had an echo.

As I wandered aimlessly through the seemingly endless concrete corridors, the nothingness seemed to grow heavier on my shoulders, and on my psyche.

I started to jump at shadows seen from the corner of my eye.

Then the shadows began to move.

Urgency set in.

Haste turned into panic, panic led to carelessness.

A bump here, a scrape there; tripping and fumbling through the darkness becomes exponentially harder when your life is on the line.

With liberation just a straight shot through my own fear, at some point I have to wonder how much of my struggle and suffering through this ordeal was being caused by my tormentor, or simply my own making.

Either way, I didn't stick around to find out.

(Based off of a horror scene my friend Kyrubo and TipTap (different headmates in the same system 💝) treated me to on Halloween. Also this site's first use of the "Horror" tag, which I'm hoping will lead to many more.)

5 Comments

  1. PlushWah

    Was a blast chatting to ya on your comedown from this experience, I absolutely love how all the colour here is just different shades of red. Tiptap comes across as genuinely scary here, and having gotten a taste of what they can do I get the feeling it’s an accurate depiction <3

  2. Fleeblorp

    was really cool getting to watch you create this as well as getting to hear the story behind it <3

    very awesome you got to have that experience, hoping you get more opportunities to explore that aspect of kink

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