Please, don't leave us here! Please help! screams one young woman, straining against her manacles....
The others repeat her plea....
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In the third office on the west side, The FOs are horrified and infuriated to find nine cots to which young women with bellies swollen by advanced pregnancy are manacled! They scream and cry, and plead to be freed when they realize the party are not cultists....
A trio of particularly slutty skanks approach Koran with lusty looks in their eyes.... Hey, why do they really call you "The Hammer", big boy? They begin to caress his muscled limbs and chest.... We were wondering how many sluts it would take to satisfy a man your size.... One of the three points at Mephos and says, Is he your brother? You guys both look like bad boys of the best kind.... I've heard that boys with a little devil in their blood have forked cocks, is that true? And will it hurt when you stick it me and my friends? Clearly, the intoxication of freedom has only amplified the promiscuous ones to greater heights of debauchery tonight....
The redhead girl stays close by Derrik's side, fetching grilled sea bass and freshly brewed tea for him, massaging his muscular limbs, and asking him many questions about himself, beginning with why he doesn't remove his helmet--she guesses that he must be very handsome....
A red-haired young woman with green eyes runs up to Derrik and embraces him, sobbing hysterically.
A thin young woman with a tangle of black hair suddenly breaks from the crowd of cannibals assembled around the pool, and begins to run toward Derrik, shrieking.... KILL IT!! Oh please kill The Thing for us!! Save us from this hell!!
Why, that crafty old Thing! HA! HA! HA! It's.... It's probably listening to us r-right now.... The topless skank smiles an insane smile, her hands falling away from her breasts.... Right, Thing Under the B-Balcony?
We ain't got no food, mister! We's eating ourselves.... "Scraps", that's what the Thing Under the Balcony calls it.... "You may eat the scraps," he says.... And.... And.... And.... And we eat the scraps, 'cause that's all there is to eat. So please, don't hate on us, or think we're crazy or less than you.... 'Cause.... 'Cause.... 'Cause.... 'Cause....
Please!! Don't hurt no more of us! We'll be good, I swear! It's the Thing Under the Balcony that makes us eat people! It'll eat us if we don't eat them! Please!!
Stop it!! Please, stop!! I'm so sick of violence.... The eating.... The sucking.... The peeling.... Maybe these guys would like to join the tribe? We don't have to kill them.... And eat them....
HAHAHAHAHA! It sounded like some dumbass fell down the -- uh-oh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! A barely-clothed young woman stands in the open patio doorway, covering her breasts with her hands and gawking fearfully at the land team as they stand over a heap of defeated cannibals! |