For teacherboi) The OC owner of Willow.
Willow started the trial surrounded by two woman, one younger male and a generator. They all took each sides of it and began revamping it. It was there first step in the grand escape. They eventually completed notifying the obsessive killer that would eventually get his obsession. "It's Michael" a girl screamed punching the tall mans back trying to escape from his large hands that held her over his shoulder. Willow ran into one of the houses that were on the the Main Street. She panicked and hid in a locker. Her heartbeat was loud as her skin slowly started showing goosebumps. The younger make ran into the room looking for a hiding spot and opened the locker to see the small girl in the locker. Without a hesitation he moved his larger body to the side of the locker closing it behind him leaving barely any room. "What are you doing?" She whispered as she adjusted her posture making it worse for him. "There's no where else I'm sorry. Her ass pressed against the flyer of his Jeans slowly causing an erection. The girl didn't notice it she was thinking on how to escape Michael. She tried to turn to face the boy but her hand brushed against his obvious tent. "What the heck I don't even know your name?" She whispered angrily. "Well my name is Quentin" he whispered back. " Well my name is-" Willow went to speak before his cold hand reached over and covered her lips. They both heard the loud footsteps of the masked maniac. The boys other hand slowly slipped down between her thigh caressing it enough so she began to get turned on. She wanted him to stop in the moment as she was scared what Michael would do to him. But she let him. His hand slowly ripped open her dark tights allowing him to enter his large fingers into her tight hole. He slowly entered her and explored her soaking wet womanhood. She began breathing more heavily than before making his erection throb at her. She slowly unzipped his jeans releasing the beat that poked out of his flyer. It was huge she thought to herself. She grabbed it and felt it move in her hand as he played with her soaking pussy eventually the killer moved away from the house allowing them to continue their playtime elsewhere. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. His cock twitched between her thighs as he carded her to the bedroom. She slowly got off of him pulling down her skirt and pulling off her tights and revealing her bottom half. He pulled off his jacket and T-shirt before fully removing the rest of his clothing. He climbed on top her while her body shook on the crooked bed. He began using one hand to hold her down and the other to play with her woman area. She moaned into his ear as he bit his lip with the sexual frustration that was in him. He smacked his lips onto her already bruised neck leaning it more marked than before. She teased his cock with her hands as he left marks all under her breasts and her neck. Eventually he began to place his member at her entrance. As he slowly entered her they both passed out. They only saw black. Eventually they were placed by the campfire fully clothed. Quentin walked around it and moved his head to her ear.
"We will continue this soon"
He whispered.
