Ahead

Leanne charged forwards into another dimly lit corridor. She could hear the guy’s footsteps close behind and didn’t even peer over her shoulder to look at him. Tearing around the next corner she was met by another line of identical doorways. Each the same as the other hallways she’d walked down.

She was **** for a safe space and without checking flung open the nearest door and darted inside. She quickly closed it behind her again. Pressing her ear to the hard wood listening carefully for signs of her pursuer. However she could only hear her own **** panting. She was safe for the moment and began to relax until she heard movement and a voice.

"Well, hello dear." Leanne leapt to her feet. "I like your dress. So short and sexy." Leanne peered into the gloom where the voice came from. Sat across the room was a grotesquely obese figure. An old man of enormous proportions. His naked gut swollen as he lay on his bed gazing at her. "My name's Mr. Richardson." he continued. "Why don't you come closer and we can get to know each other."