The Precinct
Before you have a chance to realise what has hit you, all the degraded sluts from hell
surround you with arms, legs and the three week old smell of dead fish. They moan and
groan in ecstasy as they rub against you, dragging your passionately flowing body to the
floor. "Ohhh, meat, sweat meat, we must have your
meat." Before you have a chance to redeem your mistake
fangs part through blood dry lips and sharp claws drive agonisingly through your skin.
You struggle but it is hopeless, there is just too many of them to fight. As you are
shredded and consumed you have very little time to ponder your forthcoming doom.
You die
Are you ready to give up?