The Horrors Within
The air around the room is moist, if not a little frigid, the atmosphere in the dark room oppressive and stifling. Occasionally, there can be heard a soft scuffling of feet and the dragging of steel on granite from farther off, but otherwise it is deathly quiet. You don't know how you got there or where you are, but you're just thankful that you're still fully clothed. You quickly do a body check, making sure you aren't injured or bleeding. The worst injury you have is a bruise on your arm, but it isn't serious enough to impede your progress.
You check your pockets and only find a paper clip, some string and some spare change. Nothing that would come in handy in a fight.
All around the room are stains of blood, some still fresh, others caked on and dark brown with age. Hooks hanging ominously from the ceiling, swaying on an almost imperceptible breeze, their chains rattling softly against each other. There is only one door leading out of the room, but that is where the sounds of pained cries had been coming from earlier. Do you really want to chance it?
As if to answer that question for you, the shuffling of feet could be heard slowly coming closer to the room. It reverberated through the walls, giving the impression that several people were shambling towards you and it was beginning to take its toll. Your heart was beginning to beat quicker, your palms beginning to sweat and your eyes darted from corner to corner, trying to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.
A hand descended on your shoulder and claws dug into your flesh and fur tightly, drawing blood easily as something lifted you over their head with inhuman ease. The being threw you across the room and roared darkly, its voice raspy and full of hunger.
As your vision begins to return, the being stomps towards you slowly, a cleaver like sword clenched tightly in their black furred paw, although upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a collection of mottled grays and blacks, giving the image of being darker than it actually was.
"What bringsssss you to my domain, my little sssssnack...." the monstrous wolf growled, lifting the cleaver onto his shoulder in jest, watching you with beady eyes that seemed to be milky white yet still held all the darkness in the world.
How will you answer?
[If you choose to go the angry root, read here. If not, skip.]
You struggle to your feet, shaking the stars from your eyes, and glower at the massive wolf before you. You begin to curse him out, demanding for answers as to why you are here and why he had thrown you around like a ragdoll. The wolf chuckled to himself darkly before reaching up one of his scarred paw to pull on a dangling string that you didn't see before. Once he pulled it, a bright light flooded the room and you could see the horror that actually surrounded you.
There was blood everywhere. Dripping from the ceiling, staining the walls, the hooks and even the floor. And in the corner were multiple mutilated bodies, some with their heads removed, others missing limbs and some with holes in their stomach and chest. But there was one particular body that seemed to make you sick to your stomach. This body was, or had been, a female skunk, and if you didn't look hard enough, you wouldn't see anything wrong. But as you took a trembling step towards her, you could see that there was a line of stitches going through her chest and ending just below her bust line.
"She was a beauty, that one. Lots of screaming and blood..." he muttered before stepping behind you. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest as you spin around, only to get a cleaver to the chest as your reward. "Lets hope you're a screamer too, my little prey."
[Adventure over. You've become a stuffed animal.]
((Second part shall be up soon.))