My attention drifts over each of them as I pass by, noting the recognizable faces and masks from different slasher films I’ve watched over the years. They’re all so detailed and lifelike, it’s more than a little creepy. But when I pass by Jason Voorhees, he comes alive and lunges for me.
A blood-curdling scream erupts from my throat, and dark laughter follows me as I bolt, the familiar voice calling after me.
“Run fast,Praeda.”
I spill into the next room in a hurry, my eyes widening at the strange medical-themed horrorscape. There are multiple women in sexy nurse uniforms tending to a male patient on their operating table. One is pinching his nipple with forceps, while the other milks his cock with a lubed glove, and the third tests his reflexes. It seems I’ve arrived just in time for the grand finale as a fountain of cum ejects from his penis, and I pause out of curiosity to watch the way his entire body jerks at the release.
It's something I’ve never been able to watch Eros do, even though I’ve felt it. Now I can’t think of anything else I’d rather see than him coming unraveled.
That thought stays with me as I venture to the next room, which could only be described as an orgy. As far as the eye can see, naked bodies writhe and thrust on top of red velvet sofas and cushions. There are so many, I don’t even know where to look, but every time my eyes shift, something new and surprising enters my line of sight.
One woman is getting ravaged by three different men—in every hole. Another is pouring hot wax on a man. There are every combination of pairings one might imagine in this room, and as I’m taking it all in, a man in a Ghostface mask casually appears beside me.
Before I can even use my claim signal, a naked woman sets her sights on him, her eyes raking over his body in appreciation. He’s fully clothed, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she’s looking at him. She strolls over, hips swaying, breasts on full salute as she glances up at him.
“Are you in need of pleasure, sir?”
“I’ll be the only one pleasuring him tonight,” I bite out. “Thank you.”
“Oh.” She peers at me, as if she’s only just noticed I’m standing beside him. “My apologies.”
She takes her leave, and a dark laugh rumbles from Eros’s chest. “Jealous,Praeda?”
I make a noncommittal noise, and he bends down to whisper in my ear. “Unless you want to get fucked here, you better run.”
Right. I was supposed to be doing that. I’m really not good with all these distractions.
I leave him behind, moving into the next room, where several women are dressed up like broken dolls. Along the wall, there’s a workbench, and one of them is currently being patched up by the doll maker as he paints over her cracks.
After that room, I find a shop of curiosities, which is actually an old-timey-looking storefront with all manner of sex toys ondisplay. I pause to look at a few of them before remembering I need to run.
When I exit into another hallway, the scenery changes to flickering orange and red lights and a rolling fog that must be coming from a machine. Animatronic monsters jump out at me as I move past them, scaring me into running faster.
It’s a long hallway, and after a minute, I realize that not all of the characters are animated. A very real human dressed in a clown costume starts laughing maniacally as I drift past, and they begin to follow me. But that isn’t all. There are also zombies, monsters, aliens, and some that just become blurs as I put distance between us. That is, until I recognize the Ghostface mask waiting for me up ahead.
“How the hell are you doing that?” I grumble. “That’s cheating.”
“Is it?”
He edges closer to the wall, and I don’t understand what he’s doing until he opens a secret door, and that’s when it finally makes sense.
There are tunnels in the walls.
For a second, I consider chasing after him, but then I wonder if that was his intention…to lure me there and capture me. So I keep going, all the way to the end of the hall until I approach another attendant.
“Haunted tunnel ride?” she asks.
I bite my lip, glancing back at my other options. It’s either the walls or this, and I’ve already come this far, so I nod.
She helps me into what looks like a mining cart that’s been modified with a bench seat, and sets it into motion with the press of a button.
I settle in for the ride as darkness entombs me. I’m expecting something or someone to jump out, but a few seconds in, the ride grinds to a halt.
I stay seated, trying to calm my racing heart as I listen for any signs of life, but all I can hear is a drip echoing off the tunnel floor.
After a minute, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I’m wondering if I should call out to the attendant. But when I look back, my gaze collides with the man standing right behind me. He’s changed into a hoodie and black pants, but there’s no doubt it’s him.
I yelp and try to scramble from the cart, but he grabs me around the waist and swings me up into his arms far too easily.
