Rule 12 - Craven
IT’S OKAY TO FUCK THE FINAL GIRL IF SHE’S DOING IT TO PERFORM A RITUAL TO ALLOW YOU TO GAIN POSSESSION OF A NICE BODY WITH ABS, PERFECT HAIR, AND A LARGE COCK.
“Correction. We’re going to kill Damon and Delia.”
Tanis leaped, causing me to fly across the room. She ran for me as I scrambled to right myself.
“Oh, Cravey-boo, really? You’re going to help?” She lifted me up and spun me around. I grew dizzy as she kept going, laughing and spinning wildly around the room. She bumped into a lamp and it wobbled, causing her to finally stop.
She took a large breath. “It’s finally happening. You’re getting a body!”
“Tanis, can you put me down please?” I asked politely. I was just as excited, but we needed to approach this the right way. If the ritual fucked up again, I don’t know if I was ever coming back. “Let’s take tonight and perfect our plans.”
She sat, and just then, the door that adjoined our room with Damon and Delia’s opened, and Damon barged in, holding a knife. “Hands up! Both of you!”
Tanis dropped me, and we both did as told. She stood slowly.
Delia followed behind Damon, holding a letter opener. She swished it and smiled at me, her eyes glistening with evil. “Ready to die?”
“Ready to die?” I snickered. “That’s your opening line? It really can’t get any cheesier than that. Please tell me that wasn’t the best you have.”
“Shut up, bear!” Damon snarled. “I’m tired of waiting. I need to fuck something soon or I’m going to blow my load across the fucking country.”
Tanis winced with disgust. “Come on,” she groaned. “Do you really think you’re the best one to be doing this? Considering what happened last time?” She motioned to Delia down below.
“He’s not,” Delia answered. “That’s why I’m going to do it.”
“That doesn’t make sense. How do you plan on—” I started but was interrupted by Damon picking me up and shaking me wildly.
“Shut up, you dumb bear.”
“Come on, let’s take you to our room,” Delia started but paused when her eyes caught the dolls Tanis had bought earlier. “Wait, what are those?”
Tanis hurried over and picked up the female doll. “They are anatomically correct dolls. I was hoping, since you’d made up your mind already, if instead of just letting me die, you could guide my soul into this doll and Craven’s into the other one…”
Damon and Delia hesitated. They shared a look and then Damon nodded. “We can do that, right?”
“You know the book better than I do,” she spat.
Damon was sweating bullets. He didn’t know shit.
“Right. Yeah, we can at least try. We’ll try. And then once everyone has been transferred, we go our separate ways.”
“It’s for the best.” Tanis laughed nervously and took me from Damon. “Let’s go, Cravey.”
Damon went back for the dolls and then followed us into their room, where hundreds of tea-light candles were lit around. Bowls of blood and the other items needed for the ritual were set on the bedside table.
“Where did you get fresh blood?” I asked as Tanis sat on the empty bed that Delia had directed her to.
“I killed a dog in the alley,” Damon bragged. Tanis let out a sharp cry.
“You never kill the dog!”
Damon tossed the dolls on the other bed and turned to us. Ignoring me completely, he slid onto the bed, pressing his body over Tanis’s. He pushed her legs open and grabbed her pussy over her panties.
“You know, I’m kind of glad your soul is being replaced with someone far more... submissive.” He kissed her. Tanis’s eyes were wide as she looked in my direction, but she had little choice. If Damon got angry, he could kill her and fuck everything up.
“Let’s get a move on.” Delia’s annoyed tone interrupted Damon’s assault on my girlfriend.
