It was midday, and I was bored to death as I stared up at the white plaster of my ceiling, thinking about what I should do for the day.
This city was truly one of the most tasteless and dullest places someone could live in, who'd willingly choose to live amongst tall, cold brick buildings when there's a beautiful world of colors and life out there?
We're not even allowed to leave without a "proper reason to" yet they don't let people visit family in other human cities!
Well... there's no use complaining about it, especially when I can sneak out! Oh yes, I should totally do that! Not like any of the girls messaged me...and who knows...perhaps I'll meet that giant again.
Gosh how come I'm daydreaming about him? I can't even blame myself, I mean he really is good-looking...only if he wasn't a man-eating monster.
But perhaps he's different? I mean I've never seen him harm any humans before, and he was quite gentle when it came to using those humongous pieces of soft, fleshy and cuddly fingers of his. Especially wiggling all up inside the most vulnerable parts of my body that I opened up to him that faithful day.
Oh I was so wet and slimy after that encounter, take that how you will, I had to go home and change immediately before going over to Val and Ingrid's...but can't believe I also managed to get his number after that too. Weird how he hasn't said anything yet...perhaps he's too shy to talk?
Aw...what a cutie, I don't wanna message him out of the blue like that though, I'll go pay him a visit as well while I'm on my journey for inspiration then! With that thought in mind, I got dressed up, put on my little backpack of art supplies and headed out the door.
I wasn't usually the person to walk everywhere, but me being my stubborn self, I just refused to drive. I don't know what got me to decide on such a decision but I mean to be fair there's always Kiera and Val to drive me around if I ever need a ride.
Like I'd go with Lana but...I don't think I want a granny driving me around at -1 mph, we'd get in the car and she'd have to wake me up the next morning to tell me that we've arrived at a 5-minute drive to a nearby restaurant that she was driving me to yesterday.
And Ingrid...yeah I don't know about you guys but I wouldn't be all that psyched to lose my life in a car accident to meet up with a few spirits trapped in old 'haunted' Victorian dolls.
I continued walking around within the city before sneaking out into the forest and strolling off to the point where even regular-sized, normal trees met up with their more monstrous and enormous counterparts...just like the man I somehow found myself having such strong feelings for.
Just as I was gonna start looking for him, I heard loud bone-chilling screams coming from the direction behind me. I didn't want to go look...whatever it was, it totally wasn't the best thing to go investigate.
But what if it was Ash? No, no- what? How could it be Ash? There's no way that- yeah no I'm gonna be checking it out now, just another chapter in the book of my moments of stupidness.
Never put me in a horror movie, please.
I walked back the way I came while worrying that I'd have to go as far as back into the city but to my astonishing and devastating surprise, I did not have to. There he was, the man of my dreams, crouched right in front of me and towering over me even while crouching down with me barely reaching up to an ankle of his.
Though...this time it was different...this time- hey! Wait a minute he's bloody and all gory and god- he's a nightmare to look at! And is that...? Oh my...oh he's ripping off a guy's arms piece by piece to the point where he looks like a hellishly bloody bowling pin.
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Just To Be In Your Hands
FantasyWARNING: This story contains vore, G/T, sexual content, gore, violence and other adult topics. In a world where humans have to live in secret in fear of man-eating colossal beings hunting them, a human artist, Rayne steps out of the protection of t...
