Attack!

You have to help her! You aren’t much good at fighting, but you rush in there with Delilah and do your best. Together, you pin Peachface to the floor. Peachface thrashes and struggles, but Delilah’s punch knocked the mask askew. Underneath the hood, you see… dark hair.

The bedroom door bangs open as whoever is on the other side slams it inward, hitting you hard and knocking you to the floor. You land on the rug and see stars.

Suddenly someone is on top of you, holding your face against the ground. She’s not petite, but she’s not huge. She smells like coconut oil, and you feel nice breasts against your back, but you’re more worried about the arm around your throat, keeping you in a chokehold. You can't breathe!

You grab desperately, but all you feel is smooth skin and what could be a sports bra. You can hear Delilah struggling with Peachface.

It’s all going dark…

RIP Elsa

Next girl is Samantha