Help The Drones

Screw these people they tried to attack her.

Hayley grabbed the topless girl by the arm. She wrenched her backwards forcing her to drop her weapon.

“How do you like that stupid bitch!” Hayley shouted. But all that came out was the creepy breathing sound.

The girl began to scream as Hayley grabbed the girl around the neck, like many of the other drones around her began to **** her.

Hayley felt powerful she had never felt like this in her life, to be feared. Part of a faceless army the feeling was intoxicating what a rush.

The girl collapsed in front of her and she moved onto the next one and then the next, it was a rush that she could not get enough of.

This rush was amazing the power she had to make people run in fear it turned her on. She began to moan with pleasure the collar around her neck buzzed sending the sensation around her whole body. My god this was absolute bliss.

Her moans came out of her gas mask as the drones strange breathing language, as she stalked towards a cowering masked woman in the corner.

It did not take long for the room to have been subdued. Most of the resistance was futile and the contestant had all been silenced.

Each drone picked up a fallen form and carried it thorough a door that had opened.

Should Hayley do the same. Or should she head towards the other door to the next room.