Laura James, Honeymooner

It was late at night at the Meridian hotel and Laura was on her way back from the bar with her drunken husband, Harry, in tow. It was the first night of their honeymoon and she was eager to get into their first hot night in bed as a married couple. They had been engaged for years and only recently decided to take the leap into their new lives as soulmates. Along with it was their promised lifelong commitment to each other. They gave up their jobs after saving up for a year long hiatus, walked down the aisle to exchange their vows and flew halfway around the world from their California home for a city island vacation unlike any other. So far, the trip had been an amazing experience, and she was ready to show Harry how appreciative she was after few too many celebratory drinks. All along the way, his hand was grabbed onto her ass. It had been a night of heavy teasing, and the two were more than ready to fuck each other silly until dawn.

Just as they reached the door of their room, a bellboy waved at them from the end of the hall. Curious as to what he wanted, Harry grudgingly followed the young local into another hallway while Laura went inside. The moment she turned around from closing the door, she was greeted by a group of 8 local men lounging around what was once a clean room. Clothes and belongings were strewn everywhere and their luggage was ransacked. When she noticed their presence, she froze completely still, her pupils glazing over for reason unknown. She began to stare at the strange statue in the corner of the room, the one that she had noticed was there when they first arrived, her thoughts melting into an indescribable haze and her expression of shock softened. Every tense fiber of her body relaxed and her arms dropped to her sides.