forum It’s a Horror One on One (Closed)

Started August 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Fuck us. Plural. We're both fucked," Connor said frantically. They ran down the path, adrenaline fueling them as they ran. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, we're fucking dead," they sang nervously

“Why the fuck are you singing?” Clare asked as she run along the path. Her lungs burned, but she continued to run like her life depended on it- and it probably did.

"It's something I do when I'm nervous or scared, and I think running for your life from satan counts as being scared!" Connor replied hastily, ignoring the pain in their lungs and ankles in favor of running like hell

Clare didn’t responde, simply continuing to sprint along the path. They seemed to go out into a clearing, where a few cabins were. “Fuck how creepy they look, we need to get out of the open!”

"Fucking fuck, okay, just pick one and run!" Connor shouted before bolting towards the nearest cabin. They tugged Clare with them, frantically trying to make their way to it

Clare sprinted alongside Connor, getting to the nearest cabin and shoving the door open, tumbling to the ground once inside. “Fuck,” she panted hard, blinking a few times.

Connor yelped as Clare fell to the ground, accidentally tugging them with her in the process. "Ow," they grumbled, their vision swimming a bit as they rubbed at their head

Clare tilted her head to the side, seeing someone she assumed to be an old woman kneeling in front of an alter or something. She turned her head to the other side, eyes widening before the boot she saw struck her in the head, and she fell into black.

Connor had yelped as they watched Clare get knocked out, though they quickly followed as they were kicked as well

(And skip)

Clare gave a soft whimper of pain as she slowly came to. She tried to move her hand to rub at her throbbing and aching head, but she slowly realized they were bound behind her back. “Fuck..” she grumbled.

Connor woke up a few minutes later, groggy and in pain. "Son of a bitch," they breathed out, wincing at the throbbing pain in the back of their head

(Okay)

Clare blew a strand of hair from her face, blinking a few times as she fully came to. “Connor? Connor, are you okay?” She asked.

"I am…in pain," Connor muttered, doing their best to give Clare a thumbs up even though their hands were tied. "Dude, I think we got…I think we got fucking kidnapped or some shit."

“Fuck, I know,” Clare breathed out, but froze when she noticed something else. There was a man bound to the other wall and her eyes widened. “Hey, hey, man.”

Connor hadn't even noticed the man before. They looked over at him, noticing how beat up he was. "Oh, we are so fucked. We're all going to die."

The man didn’t seem to be conscious, and Clare was about to speak again when the door opened and a few people walked in. She was approached by an old woman, and her eyes widened as she attempted to scoot away. The woman grabbed the front of her shirt, looking at the holes on her collar bone area before letting go and offering her a cup. Clare looked at it hesitantly, but upon seeing that it was just water, she took a long drink before the woman movie over to Connor.

Connor watched the woman for a long moment before trying to scramble away. "Fuck off, f-fuck off! Don't you fucking touch me," they hissed as they bared their teeth at the woman

The woman gave Connor a look, checking under the collar of their shirt as well. She held the cup of water close to Connor’s face, offering them the water. “It’s just water, just drink a little bit,” Clare told them.

Connor shot her a look, not quite trusting that it was water. But they were thirsty, and the water looked really good. They shot the woman a look before taking a sip, making sure they couldn't taste anything off before swallowing

The woman stood up straight before walking over to the man. She gave him a look before walking towards the exit and leaving. “Hold on, hey didn’t she give him anything? The guy looks terrible,” Clare said to Connor.

"Well, from the looks of all these weirdos, that guy is probably tagged for sacrifice or some shit," Connor ground out

“That is so fucked up..” Clare said slowly to herself before looking down at herself.
“I swear, I thought that woman was going to look at my fucking boobs or some shit,” she said with a breathy laugh.

"I mean, if she was hot I probably wouldn't mind if she was looking at my boobs," Connor said with a small laugh. "I think I was more worried about being poisoned, though."

“Oh my god, she was, like, seventy you weirdo,” Clare laughed, but nodded her head in agreement. She pulled on the binds for a moment before huffing sharply.

"Key words being 'if she was hot.' I'm not into no old lady tits," Connor snickered. They shifted a tad in place, wincing at the weird angle they were tied up in

Clare laughed a bit more, shaking her head slowly. She glanced around, noticing a small table nearby with a bottle on that. She shifted to get to her feet, pulling on the ropes as she tried to reach the glass bottle. “Come on,” she mumbled to herself, sticking her leg out to try and reach it with her foot at least.

“Wait, wait, let me. My legs are like, 70% of my body,” Connor said. They shuffled forward, sticking one leg out a bit shakily since they weren’t the best with balance

Clare laughed a bit at that, but she snapped at Connor to sit back down when the door opened up again. She plopped back down, legs crisscrossed as she watched a large man come in and jerk the other tied man that was with them to his feet.