Contra

10

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a heavy sleeper. Why you may ask, even though you might not care I will explain anyway.

Okay, first, I'm not the only one that would think of the most terrifying thing that could happen if you are walking alone in the forest. Rabid wolves ripping you limb from limb. Axe killer dragging you back to his or her's, cause you never know these days, lair to make a stew of my insides. Or, maybe, my mother and her cooking. All equally terrifying.

I mean when you had a setting like I did the thought might slid across your mind. Overcast, along with the thick fog in a dense forest. I just so happen to find a train track to walk along, so that was my only key to civilization at this point. Now, you may wondering just how a sweet, five foot one and a half girl made her way in the middle of the forest, and is now walking on a train track in thick fog in the first place.

Yeah, me too.

No, really. I woke up here. Last thing I remember was stumbling in my little apartment after work and face planting on the sofa, knocked out. I was dreaming about dancing tacos one minute then the next I'm waking up to a spider crawling on my face. Thank baby cows I didn't open my mouth cause I would be growing baby spiders in my stomach. Spider-Man two point oh.

Anyway, all I had was the fancy suit that I wore to sleep and not even both of my shoes! Yes, I am stumbling around with one black heel in my hand, along with holes in my tights. Not to mention who ever brought me out here wasn't gentle because I had a bruise the size of a grapefruit on my arm! It didn't look good based on the purples, greens, and yellows it was colored. Plus, it hurt like a bitch.

I have been walking for two hours, based on the fancy watch I got the other day, and getting no where because it was the same boring silence and fog everywhere. I wanted to sing and fill the silence but thought against it incase axe murders were lurking around near by. Man I hate whoever did this.

"Ahh!"

My head whipped around towards the voice and the creepy laughter that followed after it. The putrid smell hit my noise like a fright train and had me hacking. What died, came back to like and died again?

Thanks to my graceful hacking I was doing, I didn't notice someone behind me. Next thing I knew both arms were hooked behind me and the rancid smell overwhelmed me all at once. Trust me, I wanted to fight back, yell as loud as I could, but the smell! It was like rotten egg, old garbage, and hobo rolled in poop. My eyes were watering as whoever or what ever it was dragged my coughing body away from the track.

The deeper we got the stronger the smell got and the louder the yelling from earlier went. Once the tears from my eyes cleared from rapid blinking, I got a quick look of a make shift camp site and something worse than axe murders.

Ogres.

No. I'm not shitting you. The only way I could describe them was to compare them to the ones I saw in the Hobbit, only they were the height of a basketball player and the width of a sumo wrestle, but still all the more uglier. I bit my lip trying to figure out if my dancing taco dream transitioned into this nightmare, but the hard ground hitting my back hurt too much.

Rubbing my aching bum from the stick that jabbed it, I looked around the group of beast as they spoke in some language that certainly wasn't english. My head whipped to the side to see a blonde female spewing words the didn't seem friendly towards the ogres. Now, it wasn't the fact that she looked like a puppy on crack squirming around in ropes.

It was the fact she was butt naked doing it.

Breast heaving, bare ass rubbing against the forest floor and hair spilling down her well toned body pooling around her. It was hypnotizing really, coming from a woman that likes the taste of both pools, she was the most beautiful thing I've laid eyes on in all the twenty three years of my life.

Now that was all cut short with two meaty hands taking hold of me. In the next second my shirt and skirt was ripped from me in one firm tug. My bra straps popped and one of my thigh high tights slipped off as I scrambled backwards away from the ogres after me. Like hell if my privates will touch this bug infested forest floor.

Just as my back hit a tree, the sharp crack of bone rang out around the fire pit and my eyes snapped to the other side. Something I shouldn't have done. I could feel my lunch coming back up as I watched the sight of two ogres tear the girl limb from limb. Golden hair littered the floor in a red mess.

I would like to take the axe murder instead, please.