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"Uhm....just me ...Sabrina...." You stammer heading towards the voice.

You realize it's probably not the best idea to find out who keeps women in this condition but anything in front of you is better than the monster behind you.

"C'mere." It growls and you follow the sound only a few paces until you see the owner of the voice.

What you find is what appears to be a grossly obese man, or at least humanoid. More than obese, he appears to made up of different size spheres, from his stumpy legs, to his spherical trunk to his ovoid head. He is hideously ugly but dressed in what appears to be a very dirty but very expensive suit.

As you get closer you can see he is reclining a throne made of more latex clad women, linked by legs and hands. His feet are propped on yet another women, while beside him bent backward is a girl with an ashtray propped between her breasts. A huge cigar burns there and you can just make out the faint red marks where his ashes have landed.

Your eyes go as round as his belly when you realize who the ashtray holder is.

"Danielle?!" Danielle and her twin sister Danica had been your friends, sort of, in highschool. The twins were notorious bitches and loved to flaunt their wealth.

"And Danica?!" You said, twisting from walking towards Danielle towards the footstool that was her sister.

Both girls were weeping but like the other mannequins did not move. Reaching down towards Danica who was on all fours you tried to lift her up but she wouldn't budge.

"Hey hey HEY! Stop messing with my furniture !" the grotesque man said leaping to his feet.

"They are not furniture, their my friends!" You shout standing up to him. Despite his appearance he is only barely five feet tall.

"Lady your CRAZY! Who is friends with furniture? What is your best friend a sofa cushion or something!" the thought left him giggling and fuming.

"Let them go!" you said with a stamp of your foot.

"No!" He roared back, his laughter stopping abruptly.

"What...what is this horrible place..." You quail as he yells at you the insanity of the situation beginning to sink in.

"You, are in the labryinth. More specifically you are in the home of Ovoi the Collector."

Ovoi trundled past you walking towards a urinal against the wall, speaking as he did.

"Next you'll ask 'how did I get here' well no one knows," his impression of you is high an nasally, " No one knows how any of us got here. I've been here so long I might as well have always been here."

"Is this hell?" You whisper.

"Seems like heaven to me sweety." He says with an evil grin over his shoulder as he lets loose a steaming stream of urine into the urinal. You can smell the rancid odor from here.

"So you want your friends back...back as humans I guess. Well..." He finished and zipped up his pants," Normally I don't take trades. Last one was this one here who switched places with her mom. Boy did she regret that. "

He'd jerked his thumb towards the urinal. Creeping closer you looking into find the face of a woman about your age, red lips parted in a wide O. Her eyes were frozen and there seemed to be no life behind them.

"I hate when they go catatonic. Makes them useless. " he snapped his fingers in front of the urinal girls face gaining no response.

"Maybe I can trade her to Mindskimmer...hmm anyway. Trades I don't usually do and I wouldn't want you anyway. The cockilisk has marked you. Your no good to anyone now. "

"What do you mean? That thing that's chasing me?" You didn't like the idea of being marked.

"Mhmm, it's tagged you. Gonna hunt you to the ends of the labryinth. It's gonna get you and all those nasty peckers are gonna..." He began making obscene and nonsensical gestures with his fingers before dissolving into another set of giggles.

"If you stayed here before long that critter would bust down my wards and trash my place to get at you. Can't have it. " he walked back towards Danielle scooping up his cigar to take a long pull. When he set it back down he took a moment to fondle Danielle's large exposed breast.

"So no you can't stay here. BUT...I like to have unique things. And these two, while nice, are too similar for me. Their basically identical. So I'll part with one. I'm even willing to make it interesting!"

From his pocket he pulls a large coin. On one side is the fear stricken face of a woman. On the other is her upraised ass cheeks.

"Heads I choose, tails you get to choose!"

Without waiting for an answer he tosses the coin into the air.