Frenzy: Chapter 2
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The pale, cracking walls carried the echo of Dimitri's voice. He was calling for her. Sadie stumbled beyond the threshold of a new section of the warehouse. Light filtered in from fissures above, bathing the machinery rising like rusted sentinels to the left of her in an eerie bluish glow.
She couldn't help but stare up at them, dread eating away at her like a poison. She hurried forward, beneath giant chains which hung like century-old cobwebs. She rounded the thick iron wall of machinery, sending herself down a tiny corridor between them and the wall.
"Luis!" she cried as she nearly toppled over a rusty valve.
"Luis!? Where are you!?"
She hurried through the concrete arch of a doorway. Her feet thudded hollowly upon the rotted flooring. With the whisper of a crack and several raucous 'snaps' she was gone, disappeared within a great yawning hole.
Several feet below she lie stunned upon unyielding concrete. Rotted wood and years of dust surrounded her motionless form. The silence would be short-lived, unfortunately, as she was forced to come to terms with the fact she now sat injured within a deep dark pit with not a soul nearby to come to her aid.
She looked around, gasping, the agony of a shattered tibia rushing to her head with the force of a freight train. For a few, motionless beats, she couldn't even breathe.
With her first, agonized breath, she screamed.
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Milo was shining her flashlight out one of the dingy factory windows. Even through the years of grit and grime she knew she should have been able to see _something_out there. Not even the rustling of the trees surrounding this decrepit brick building could be heard. Nothing existed but the crisp crunch of debris beneath their feet. It was as if the whole world had been swallowed up by a black hole.
"You think it might've been an earthquake?" Kay spoke up. "Could be why there's no streetlights."
Trying to find anything her light might touch was turning out to be an impossible feat. Unsettled, she turned away from the factory windows.
"Yeah..." Milo conceded, ignoring the way the fur along her spine sat rigid.
After all, what else could it be?
"I'm getting kinda tired," she changed the subject, hiding her nervousness. "We should leave. Maybe find out what's going on out there."
"Good idea."
Kay took one step and an unmistakable sound rang down the corridor. It was a woman's voice, shrill with distress.
They both froze, and looked at each other, eyes wide, ears upright. No words were necessary; they turned, briskly heading for the sound.
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"Help!" Sadie cried into the infinite emptiness, "Somebody...! Help me!"
Within the dense shadows she could barely see pipes lining the wall to her right. Something strange shined within the wall itself. Numerous, glistening black holes like beady eyes stared back at her.
Attempting to pull herself forward with her arms had her vision tunneling from the pain. Her leg lie twisted beneath her, shattered and oozing.
Heaving for breath she gazed at the threshold of a long, basement tunnel yawning before her. A light flickered deep within it, far, far too distant for any of its illumination to reach her.
"Help!" she yelled again.
Her voice echoed over and over again within the tunnel, mocking her. Still she continued to scream, until her head pounded and her throat was raw.
At last, a voice issued from above.
"Sadie!"
She craned her neck to see the figure looming at the edge of the hole she'd fallen through.
"Dimitri!?" she gasped.
"I'm going to find help! Hold on!"
"Please, hurry," she croaked.
The vague figure disappeared and she was left once again in the heavy silence. As the adrenaline abated agony was quick to take its place. Softly she began to sob, shakily lying down upon the damp floor. It smelled of sour water and mold; of rot and decay.
That's when she heard the footsteps. The soft crackle of bits of stone crunching beneath boot heels.
She looked toward the threshold of the basement tunnel. The silhouette of a man stood stark against the distant lighting, far too near to have gone unheard for as long as he had. Fear pierced her chest and she lurched back, a spike of wrenching agony halting her movements. She gave a pathetic cry.
"Who are you!?" She demanded.
He stalked toward her, unperturbed. The eerie light streaming in from the ragged hole above played upon the jagged features of his mask. Decisively like a predator with its prey he advanced upon her. He grabbed her by the scruff and the back of her shirt, claws sliding from the slats in his gloves to hook deeply into her flesh and tear at her clothing. He wrenched her back into the darkness. Tendrils and swirls of black swallowed them both, briefly silencing her horrified screams. Somewhere, deeper within the tunnel, they continued anew.
She'd been taken to a separate room far down the winding corridors, a place which looked like it had once been a sort of control room. Despite her shattered leg the Killer managed to keep her upright, leaned against him as he began tearing at her clothing. He ripped her shirt open, peeling her like a Christmas present. Her lacy white bra looked brand new, blending in to her equally pristine fur.
"Stop!" she sobbed, struggling to escape. "Let go of me!"
Turning her about he pressed her up against a nearby table. She bent at the waist before he jerked her back upright, pulling the shredded material of her shirt from her body. Holding her tight he reached around and broke the front clasp of her bra with ease.
Tears soaked her cheeks as she tried to fight off his clutches. Mockingly he slid his gloved hands beneath her open bra to grip her breasts. He squeezed them, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She thrashed against him, her body twitching and shaking with every harsh sob.
Releasing her breasts he grasped her hips, claws digging deep into the material of her jeans. As he jerked them down viciously the fabric tore. Getting a good grip on her he hoisted her up onto the table. Several old rusted tools clattered to the floor. He flipped her, writhing and squirming, onto her back and dragged her up so her head hung off the edge.
Black tendrils materialized from the shadows to curl about her wrists and ankles, seizing them.
The Killer turned, pulling open the drawer of a nearby desk. Sadie fought and thrashed, unable to comprehend why she couldn't move. Terrified eyes fell upon her attacker and she saw him inspecting a rusty pair of pliers. Fear pierced her like a spike through the chest. He turned to look at her, before drawing closer. Her struggles became more frantic. He seized her by the throat and forced her head back.
After a moment's inspection he seemed to decide on something. Setting the pliers aside, he grasped her lower jaw with his hand.
She tried to clamp down, but her strength was meager. His power went beyond anything which should have been possible. Sharp teeth dug into his glove, biting into the skin as he wrenched her mouth open. Further and further until her jaw began to ache. Until the ache turned to splitting agony and it came unhinged with a sickening series of pops. Her body jolted and locked up. Stars and lights danced before her eyes.
A horrific, animal scream broke through the room. It took her a moment to realize it was herself she'd heard.
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By this time Milo and Kay arrived at the site Dimitri had found Sadie. They shined their flashlights down into the hole, but saw nothing. A blackish smear denoted something which could have been blood.
"M-maybe she decided to try to find her own way up?" Dimitri suggested, peering over their shoulders.
Then they heard the blood-curdling scream echo loudly from down below.
Dimitri lurched back, ready to bolt.
"I'm going to find her," Milo announced before turning to do just that.
Kay glanced at Dimitri. The hare fidgeted beneath her gaze, eyes wide and glistening. Kay didn't bother saying anything as she went after her friend. If the hare wanted to stay put then so be it.
Soon the screaming stopped. Or rather, became too quiet to hear.
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Blood dripped in a steady beat from the top of her muzzle. The once white fur surrounding her face was matted and spiked with filthy crimson. Above her loomed her attacker, holding her mouth wide with one hand as he used the pliers to tug at a fang within her maw. It came free with a dull 'crack', to be then placed upon the table alongside its twin. Immediately he went in for the next two.
Sadie's eyes were wide with anguish as he worked. Still she cried, from pain or fear, not even she knew. With each pull her whole body lurched, but hardly a whimper left her. With his thumb halfway down her throat it was difficult to breathe and impossible to make a sound.
A couple other teeth were removed as well, creating a clear, bloody path to her throat. He lifted her head to peer down into her obscenely gaping maw. Apparently liking what he saw, he set the pliers aside to unfasten his belt with a couple sharp tugs.
Never in Sadie's wildest nightmares would she have imagined a scene quite like the one about to unfold here. Even now she was in a daze, unable to see or fathom what was happening right in front of her.
For the Killer, however, this was hardly an unusual scenario. Not when the creature with whom he shared a mind was going into estrus every couple of months. Not when its uncontrollable, insatiable lust bled into him and urged him to 'feed' as well. Both of them were in heat, and he'd been painfully aroused ever since his first kill.
His pants fell low on his hips, revealing more silvery white fur streaked with dark grey markings. Between his thighs a hefty, canine sheath lie swollen, the tip of his bright pink cock peeking out of the black skin at the top.
Pressing his thumb beneath her tongue he made her broken jaw yawn wide as he lined himself up. Then he forced his cock down her throat with one cruel shove.
The reaction was instantaneous. She went rigid, eyes wide with shock. Then, she began to thrash. The tendrils holding her arms relinquished just long enough for her to reach for him. She clawed helplessly at his stomach before pushing at his hips. Gripping them she strained hard. Nothing she could do would budge him.
A low, rumbling growl issued from his chest. He was utterly taken by the exquisite tightness of her esophagus. For several moments he held still, letting her spasming muscles milk his turgid flesh. The sensations made his knot thicken, stretching her further as she tried desperately to eject it. He rocked his hips, letting the gentle swell of his knot pop in and out. All the while the barbs around the tip raked the already tender flesh deep within.
Never was she allowed the chance to breathe. She began to buck hard, desperate for air. He held her neck with both hands as he kept himself buried deep within it. She clutched at his wrists, pushing until her grip began to falter.
He realized what was happening and, not wanting her part to be over so soon, he unsheathed a claw and cut a slit at the base of her throat. Carefully he sliced into her larynx, pulling it open. Air rushed in with a wet sucking sound and she arched, eyes wide with renewed horror.
Unfortunately he had nothing to keep the hole open. Prying it apart with his claws seemed to work for the moment, at least, as he picked up the pace. She struggled to fight him off as his knot swelled until he could no longer tear it free from the tight confines of her throat. Shallowly he humped, pulling at her insides, barbs scraping as his knot swelled and stretched her open far beyond what should have been possible. Her eyes rolled back. The agony was gut-wrenching for her, but was utter bliss for him.
He clutched her throat, feeling the bulge of his knot within. He squeezed it, pressing his fingers into the rock-hard flesh. With every movement of his hips he could feel it sliding back and forth beneath his fingers.
That was all it took to tip him over the edge. His breath caught, hips jerking as he began sending volley after volley of cum straight into her unwilling stomach.
Her hands slowly went limp, arms sinking down to collide with the table. The Killer didn't notice, too preoccupied with his orgasm as it was drawn out by the impossibly tight confines he was buried within. He rested an arm across her chest, panting behind his mask as he leaned over her.
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At last Milo and Kay managed to find a wide set of stairs descending into the bowels of the factory. It led them to where Sadie had fallen, and the only way forward, the very tunnel she'd been taken into.
Down here the temperature was freezing. The air held the sickly sweet tang of moisture and mold. One light blinked within this tunnel and none existed beyond it.
Milo shined her flashlight upon the pipes lining the wall. The further they walked the darker and colder everything became.
Black ooze clung to the pipes, dripping from them in great webs of tar. The two girls drew closer together to avoid it.
"What do you think that is...?" Kay stammered, trying to ease the tension.
"I don't know. Oil?" Milo suggested.
The thickening darkness seemed to close in on them just like the eerie silence. It was so, horribly dark down here the shadows were like a tangible thing, brushing up against them in icy wisps.
Milo detected it first.
The horrid, visceral stench of death hit her like a brick wall, stopping her dead in her tracks. Kay halted as well, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.
"What the hell?" Milo choked, covering her face with her arm.
She backed up a few steps, the beam of her flashlight catching the wall. Before her eyes it seemed to writhe, forms which hadn't existed previously jutting out from solid concrete. They made up the wall now; innumerable pale bodies, eyes like empty pits staring back at them. Toothless mouths locked in eternal screams.
Terror gripped them both like ragged talons.
Kay bolted first. In her haste to follow Milo dropped her flashlight. Its bulb died on impact, plunging her in utter darkness. She ran after Kay and her fleeing light. A low rumble issued from the walls around her, shaking the very earth beneath her feet. A noise like rolling thunder cascaded over her. The scraping of something rough sliding against concrete and hitting the pipes hard enough to rebound were the last things she'd hear before something caught her by the ankle. She hit the floor face first.
Something unseen writhed upon her, hissing deeply. It conjured images of giant serpents; fangs dripping with venom and coils wrought with crushing power. Panic had her lunging, but a huge limb fell upon her back and knocked the breath from her lungs. She couldn't even scream as it hooked its massive claws into her and pulled her down into the abyss which had opened up beneath them.
By the time Kay noticed her friend wasn't with her it was too late. She was stuck at the top of the stairs, too petrified to traverse that inky blackness again. All she could do was fall to the floor, sobbing as she cried Milo's name into the uncaring darkness below.