HELLO MY TURTLES! :D I know it has been a while, but I've been busy... AND, now I love you when I say this, I don't feel like updating like I said I would. ... ... ... anyway... ONWARDS LIKE A HERD OF TURTLES! C:O - My Derpy turtle... :D (The head is on the left)

With a guest appearance from Fruityloo. My love! 3

Oh, and guys. Remember when I asked for reviews? Yeah, I remember that to. But do you wamma know something about that? I MEANT CONSTRUCTIVE REVIEWS!

Having composed myself, I get up and take a look around... Well my only other option is away from that painting... Let's do that... I'm walking down the hall when i realize that it is a dead-end apart from the door on the right. I try to open it, but it's locked. Maybe that key opens in. I try it. It slides in easily, and turns till it clicks.

I open the door to find a green room with bunch of bug paintings. What? Why? I don't understand... I talk a quick look around, to see a sign on a pedestal.

"Beware of edges."

What does that mean? I walk around it, when suddenly I feel something touching me. I stepped back to avoid it, only to feel something brush against my hip. Another step to the side, but that something followed, this time rubbing against my ass. Moving further still, towards my front. I yelped in surprise, jumping forward to escape whatever that was... only to hit against the opposite wall. Sometime grabbed me, and only then did I realise the thing I felt brushing against - practically groping - me was a hand.

There were hands all over the place, pulling me flush against the wall. This time I screamed, and attempted to struggle, but I swear the hands were starting to tighten. And there were more of them. One holding each arm; two spreading my legs apart; another around my waist, and one more hand hovering dangerously close to the hem of my skirt. That scared the shit out of me. The last thing I needed was this kind of attention from a bunch of fucking disembodied hands. I yelled again, this time out of frustration - and a hand found its way down my throat, effectively silencing me. My next scream came out as a half-muffled moan. The hand moved further down my throat, wiggling awkwardly in my mouth.

It made me want to gag.

Finally, I thought to bite down - and that I did, digging my teeth into... whatever it was that was invading my mouth. The consistency was something like under-cooked beef: flesh. Apparently, flesh that could feel pain, because the moment I bit down, the appendage was quick to leave.

I smirk at my small victory, and keep on struggling, though at this point it was pretty much pointless, and the worst part was that I knew it. In a last desperate attempt to escape, I yelled, "Garry!"

The name surprised even me, and for a moment, I didn't even know where the name was from. But then it occurred to me - the letter. Despite that I had no memory of the man who presumably wrote it for me, here I was, screaming to him for help.

Then I heard a sound like running coming towards me.

Well... How do you like that...?