You can't help yourself

You're curiosity and lust overcome your sense of self preservation....along with your common sense perhaps.

"M-miss?" You ask meekly while taking a tentative step into the room, your knees shaking as the feeling of depravity and lust begin to overwhelm you with every step you take into the the dark room.

"W-wait... why is it.. So dark?" It's a valid question, it's midday and the room should be lit up but as you reach the ranchers wifes side the thought is quickly pushed from your mind. You're senses are being completely overwhelmed, you can barely think as you fall to your knees and the few thoughts you can form mostly consist of being absolutely ravaged by whatever **** or forces that brutalized the ranchers wife.

Her soft, supple form pounded and covered in filth is filling your mind and the idea of joining her continues to become more and more appealing as a large, heinous form begins to form behind you.

"Pppeerrfeecct...freessshh...meat" a voice hisses out from what seems like everywhere at once.