Maria walks calmly through the house with the camera glancing at all of the crumbling scenery before stopping where the heart and message had been found, pulling out her pocket mirror to check her appearance over she stares at the reflection before spinning to stare at the multicoloured eyes in the darkness.
"w-who are you?" she enquires in a shaky voice stepping back from the creature, it shifts to be above her in the darkness like it did Brian and stares quietly, shakily she gulps then attempts to move towards the door but in a foul swoop black tentacles burst out and grab her ankles dragging her across the ground. Looking into her mirror she see's something horrible about the red symbols making her kick and scream frantically for help as she is dragged down the hallway capret towards the cellar by the black creature as she turns in horror to grab at the thread, gripping onto something tightly it tugs at her ankles as she screeches for help. The ominous horror trying to drag her down the flights of stairs under the house, the grip is lost as she bounces down the stairs like a coconut to the bottom, the creature still dragging her towards a hole in the wall behind a large brew cask.
"please!!! Someone HELP!" she cries out scratching at the concrete on the ground in the hopes of escaping, apart of her ankle going into the darkness as something suddenly rips at it, letting out a horrified cry she could see something underneath her skin rippling its way up her. Ripping at her own clothes she watches it fade inside of her as she screams and watches her stomach start to shift again, more of her body inside the dark hole as apparent thread rips its way inside of Maria's skin and up her neck. The pain becomes worse when she feels her insides really churning, her eyes watch in screaming horror as her stomach starts to re-in-act a scene from 'alien'.
Bursting from stomach she watches the thread explode out, the same happening to one of her eye's as she watches it pop out with a sickening 'squelch'. The green eye being turned to look at her in a taunting gesture as she screams bloody murder, a hand grabs her jaw and lets thread seep out from its sleeve and into her mouth to seep down her throat and around her tongue bar.
With a tug it slices along the centre and out preventing her from screaming any further, the blood pooling everywhere as she claws at the tanned figure pulling himself out to tower above her dieing form, he laughs cynically while pulling what's left of her shirt away to dig his sharp talon like nails into her chest and slowly, with the aid of thread, takes a grip of her beating heart. Maria alive and watching as he smirks down on her while ripping it straight out of her to show it still pulsating before she dies with a sickening gurgle and shaking spasm throughout her entire body.
When the sun comes sparkling through Sybilla opens her eyes to stare around with a deep yawn, getting dressed she walks slowly down the hallway to find that everyone was in a grieving mood because during the night Maria had gone missing without a trace, the same strange code encrypted along the wall. 'eid ot gniog lla era ouy' what it meant no one could decipher and just shrug it off as a silly joke, she had been good friends with Brian and was probably off to figure out what was going on.
"the car was gone last night when she was with us…" Sybilla points out picking the camera up from the ground under the blood, another heart sitting strewn against the ground along side it.
"he must have came back for her while we slept" Claire points out while trying to hold her gag reflex back to the sight of the heart being turned into a nest for a small cockroach, the brunette watches the video of the same horrible eyes that shift about the ceiling. Maria had started running when she is bowled down and dragged by black thread towards the kitchen hallway, her hands grabbing the wall as she screams for help from anyone. More screaming being heard off camera as it flickers and crackles again, eventually the house grows silent again and then the camera just cuts out to a white dot in the middle.
"they'll come back for us right? They can't expect us to just walk the 10 miles home!" Max snaps pulling at his black slicked hair out of annoyance, Sybilla follows where the camera had gone towards the kitchen, eyes trailing before she stops at the cellar but the door it bolted shut.
"can't have gone in here…" her eyes shift towards the back green where she goes outside to peer around quietly, there was no grass but dust and odd bits of what was once perhaps a car. Turning round her sun kissed eyes trail upwards towards a window as she widens her eyes to the sight of a tanned male watching her, blinking he was gone but that doesn't stop her running away to find the room. Slowly stepping in to look about she steps further in to glance at the single curtain open, the door slamming shut behind Sybilla making her eyes widen and her body spin around to look.
"hello?" she quietly questions gulping and stepping towards the door before stopping to the sound of something creeping around deeper into the room, gripping the cross round her neck she silently prays while stepping towards the sounds slowly.
"who are you…your always turning up in the camera" she mumbles out hitching her breath when something shifts under one of the windowsills behind her, gulping she peers around the room before walking right into a large bulk. Peering up at the recognisable puppet from her room she pauses to blink slowly, seeing it move its arms up in an attempt to grab her she ducks and slides her self away from its grip, slamming into the door her pale hands grip the handle as she shakes the door frantically before punching at it with the side of her fist.
"Claire?! Max!! help me, someone!!" Sybilla cries out hearing the creature's heavy footsteps against the wooden floorboards, twisting and pushing her back further against the wooden door she stares at it. The same creature they had found on the middle of the road to begin with stands before her.
"if this is about calling you a warthog, I'm sorry" she whimpers watching it stand with its mask suddenly coming closer, its claws digging into the wood as it climbs up to be at eyelevel with her, a long black tongue appearing from the mouth grooves to wrap around her necklace and snap it off making the beads clatter against the ground and fall down floorboards.
"p-please…I'll leave the house if that's why your angry…" her head thumps as far against the door as she can manage as she hears blood curdling screams outside.
"Max…Claire?? What did you do to them?!" she screeches angrily at the beast that in-turn clicks at her loudly, perhaps shouting at it was a bad idea as it digs its claws tighter into the oak and its tongue twists back out to slither against her skin.
Shuddering at the wet muscle the creature pauses before dropping back down to its fours, it hadn't finished with her however as she finds her body pulled by the ankle to the floor. Its black tongue that was a match for thistle wrapping around her body along with thread as its masked mouth opens wider, struggling in confusion it finally dawns on her that it in-fact was trying to devour her, gasping she attempts to struggle further as it slowly drags her closer.
"no, please!! Don't eat me, please someone help!!" she screams feeling her go inside its mouth, its teeth grassing her bare legs and the wet of its swallowing throat tighten around her.
Swallowing much like a snake she watches the last of her hip disappear inside with a deep gulp, being spun over to face the floor her hands are secured behind her as it starts to bite down and swallow again.
"someone, anyone!" she cries out again watching one of its front claws grip her head to start pushing her to help it speed up the process, its teeth clamping down on her breasts as she gasps at the nubs being grazed. The moan had made the beast pause as Sybilla's eyes widen to feel the wet tongue unwrap completely to be slipped underneath the shirt and flick up the metal of her bra, the threads ripping away at her bra while trying not to harm the shirt.
Sybilla gasps to the feel of her large breasts pouncing against its shifting jaw, she groans again when the tongue slips between the mounds while thread squeeze's her nubs tightly sending an unwanted shudder of pleasure coursing through her small frame. She couldn't move her head to see what it was doing but she could defiantly feel the tongue going back and forth between both large mounds while the thread makes them bounce again softly to its perverted interest. Taking in the last of her body Sybilla watches its mouth close as she slips into its surprisingly large stomach, it felt weird being eaten, very weird. Sitting she could feel the creature starting to move slowly forwards, not sure of what was going on but the creature had started to face downwards as it drops to the next floor with a stomach shaking shudder.
Glancing down at her low-cut top she tries to strap up her bra only to find it completely gone, at her feet is the ripped and torn article of clothing.
"…I suppose I am going to be digested" she sighs looking around the black stomach like cage as it stomps heavily past something that reeks badly of the decaying dead and rotting flesh, her nose is grabbed as she feels the creature thumping down what could only be described as spiralling stairs. The creature steps out onto what looks like a very large underground tunnel that seemed to be lined with black thread all the way down into the darkness below, it convulses as it spit's the young woman it had captured out and lays her at the edge while tying her up again, its talon like hand holds her side while strumming the thread against the edge to alert its master. With a shove it rolls her off and down the hole without much concern, the young brunette cries out of fear and horror of the drop and hits something large and black before she faints into the unknown abyss of her mind.
Slipping away just as fast as it came the beast strides away to clean up what is left of the last two members of the party that the other threaded creatures had been busy with, a couple of hours later the brunette begins to wake up with a groan at the horrible feeling of being spat back out and the pain of hitting something. Staring to the side she glances to find her limbs stretched out like a star, her ankles and wrists tied tightly to the black webbing that looks a lot like the formation for a giant arachnid, struggling it sends a vibration through towards something by the corner.
Stopping in the movement she watches something shifting, eyes widening to the sight of the red and green from before opening to look right at her. He starts to walk along the thread as she struggles further against it in fright, thread slithering out to come towards her while he comes to stand between her legs. The thread creeping out to pull her upwards onto what is more like a wall like stretcher, the thread from his wrists snaking out while the webbing pulls its self away to wrap around her thigh's, hips and breasts, the squeezing torture they had before from the beast being repeated as he pulls down his mask with a sharp toothed smirk.
Watching her writher around from his thread rubbing against and clamping her mounds further together she shifts her head from side to side while struggling in need to pull them away from her helpless form, the tanned male just laughs at the weak humans fragile body while stepping closer to watching her erect nubs bounce against his own toned chest.
Whimpering she moans out and gasps at the groping before feeling the cold finger tips of his hands sliding up either side of her legs and under her skirt to rub the lining of her laced underwear, Sybilla's cheeks tinting brighter and brighter at the touching as his right hand trails further up to grip the lining of her underwear followed by the other which starts to slide them slightly but he pauses to glance up into her eyes as the pale teen whimpers with fear and yet her expression seems needing of his touch and pleasure.
His pale tanned hands leaving to let the threads of his stomach remove her clothes instead, his hands running along the ruined and ripped shirt, past her breasts in which he delicately tweaks and nips then onto her cheeks that are burning with embarrassment. Placing his lips to her own he bites harshly then delicately while licking for demanded entrance, hesitantly her lips become ajar as his tongue and thread invade the sanctum to start fighting over dominance with her moist cavern.
Moaning into the kiss Sybilla struggles at the thread because she repeatedly forgets she can't move, her body wanting to grip his long brown hair to deepen the kiss while her mind repeats over and over that this is against her religion, her relationship, her demanded innocence and yet she wanted it so badly. Just to feel the skin against skin action that would make her feel wanted by someone, her knee's were becoming weak as she feels her underwear slip from her knees and become ripped from her, thrown onto the webbing for the world to see before slipping and falling underneath. She groans finally giving in to the tanned males attacks of the tongue to let him conceive dominance over her body, his hands manhandling every inch of her torso and legs as he rises up her laired skirt, lair after lair until the cold of the basement hits her skin sending Goosebumps up and down her fragile legs that are quivering, not out of fear, no, but out of anticipation for him to intrude her and make Sybilla his.
Again her wrists pull at the thread while her hips buck at the painfully slow movements, through her shirt he starts to suck and bite at her hard nubs while massaging the abandoned breast with his powerful hands, his movements gain a rougher edge to every gasp and begging moan he receives.
"p…please…" she moans out looking at his piercing green eyes with her own glazed over and horny expression, it was killing her at how slow he was being. Shifting back up he starts to bite her bare collarbone lining it from bump to trail with little red marks that bleed softly, she groans at each individual mark he gives her as the sound of cloth ripping is heard.
Thread discards the tight shirt letting her feel the cold air rush along her heated body, his eyes staring in an animalistic manner at the hard nubs before resuming to bite and suck on each of them. One of his hands disappearing between her legs where he pushes two large digits inside to slam in and out of her swiftly and with great power, she moans loudly at the sudden action while trying to press her body against him to get more out of it, slowing down he starts to rub her inner walls until hearing her hitch in breath again. With her sweetest spot pinpointed he lower's her slightly on the wall as her legs are released, grabbing her ankles her legs wrap around his waist while his inhuman and pulsating member smears pre-liquid over Sybilla's inner thigh. Her heel digging into the small of his back as she demands quietly for him to hurry up and take her, glaring at her she moans at him softly, the sound seems to mesmerise his needing attitude into obeying and suddenly entering her once virgin heat with a heavy and deep unforgiving slam.
Out of her throat is an echoing scream of sudden pain and exotic ecstasy, she could feel his throbbing member being clamed by her muscle as he takes no time to let her get used to the sudden attack as the tanned male starts to hammer into her clapping ring with all of his might. After a few minutes of this the pained expression and sounds fade into pleasure and moans for more, softly whispering for him to take her harder or quicker every so often as her legs wrap around him tighter than before. The tanned hands slip up her body as he grips her shoulders to shove her further onto his aching member, he ignores the beg for him to untie her wrists that were being rubbed raw from the friction. Moaning louder at every accurate hit of her sweet spot he pulls her closer to Sybilla's climax, his throat growling to hold back his own pleasured grunts. His eyes watching her mounds bounce to every plunge he makes as he snags each with thread or his teeth, sucking and rolling them her moaning becomes as loud as her lungs could give out.
Sybilla's golden eyes rolling back as she feels herself losing control, moaning in a high pitched squeal her legs pull him into her heat right up to the top of his hilt where her heat clamps on his shaft. Groaning in hic-ups at each and every surge of pleasure the tanned male had still not finished with her as he keeps ramming in and out, his nails and thread tightening when he too loses himself to the edge and delves one last time inside letting loose an animalistic roar of pleasure. Pulling away from her the thread releases letting the weak and spent figure drop onto the webbing, staring down on her spent figure he turns away and leaves back towards the darkness. Thread spins around Sybilla's mounds and heat to cover them while his black jacket is thrown over to keep her warm, the girl knew this wouldn't be the last time she saw him either. Sybilla's eyes trail to see that one of the beast's had been taping the entire thing, the miser taking it quickly with a perverted laugh.