The Road Isn't Far

Sandra gasped for breath heavily as she struggled back to her feet on the slick dew-laden grass. Her body throbbed with adrenaline, eager for her to reach safety as the two security guards had begun morphing into lupine monsters like the one they had brought her to. Her heart pounded painfully in her heart as she plowed through the wake of her heavy breathing into the cool night air.

They chuckled to themselves as she started to run for it, she didn’t waste time ditching her heels. The howls and baying behind her adding to her adrenaline as she flung herself through a hedge.

Flopping out the other side into the leaf litter Sandra grasped her sore left breast for a moment, she ignored the tingling ache as she scrambled to her feet ignoring the ripping sound of her dress as she resumed fleeing.

Slipping in some mud she regaining her footing, dismissing the spreading sensations from the left chest down to her legs as just strain from her rigorous fleeing.

She resisted the urge to stop as she heard crashing noises flanking her. Sandra crashed to a halt in the mud as she tried to stop as a black shape crossed between her and the distance to the street lights beyond the tree line.

She was almost there.

Trying to ignore the bone-chilling chuckles from the shadows she got up, **** to keep moving. As she slugged her feet forward, feeling them weighted with the mud. Each following step feeling heavier, almost resistant to lift from the step prior. Looking down she screamed in aggravation, desperation, and grew wide-eyed as the dark silhouette of her foot appeared as if the ground was reaching up clinging to her feet.

Breaking down in tears Sandra sobbed as she heaved forward one more step, her hands grasping her thigh as if she could lift her leg and stop herself grinding to a halt. Her hands ignorant to the veins rigidly reaching down her leg, taking increasingly deeper root into the forest floor.

The mocking laughter from the shadows of the darkened wood lot increased her desperation and terror. “She doesn’t realize it.” One voice mockingly shouted.

“It’s taken root.” Another replied joyfully.

Slowly their shadowy forms took shape, stalking forth from the concealing brush towards Sandra, circling her predatorily. Or was she growing better able to see in the dark of the forested night?

“How many horror films I’ve watched without truly perceiving the depth, and emotion of this moment.” Omar gushed, lapping his tongue toyingly towards a **** flail of attack. “The scent of fear, and terror.” His previous fascination and enjoyment of horror films feeding his perverse pleasure of this moment.

“It will all be overcome.” Andrew resounded back to Omar, there was another scent. A simple undertone of arousal growing stronger by the emotional fracas dividing Sandra’s mind, and soul from resolutely resisting. The budding flower on her chest releasing a seductive pollen into the night's breeze.

“I hear some enjoy being bound in place.” Sandra swung an arm out at the lupine shadow crying out in frustration. Her following deep breaths of exhaustion from struggling to move her feet and the growing panic replied to with bemused laughter.

"The beautiful terror of impotence." Omar relished brushing his phallic tail across the increasingly paralyzed woman.

What was she to them? Why hadn’t they just finished their chase like they had been eagerly chatting about as they came out some service doors near the gardens? What did they want? What was she to them?