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Chapter 16
by brambank
Should Leanne stay or go?
Check out the thing
It was against everything her head was telling her but Leanne stepped quietly towards the cage. She was still incredibly tense and jumped every time it gave one of its horrible cries, trying not to scream. It had its back to her and she was able to get just a metre or so from the bars before she stopped.
"Um... H-Hello?"
The thing grunted in surprise and half-turned its massive head towards the voice. Leanne took another step closer to the cage and then instinctively moved three backwards as the monster began to stand.
The light from the corridor allowed her to see the thing in more detail now. It was half naked, wearing just a pair of scruffy looking trousers. The bare chest and arms looked incredibly strong. It barely had any hair on top of its enlarged head, only some long, dark strands around the back and sides like an old man. The bald dome on top had thick veins seemingly trying to burst out of its skull. Its large, pointed ears protruding from the sides. The thing loomed towards her, towering high above and only just managing to avoid scraping its head on the ceiling. As it hobbled a step closer she could see its face clearer in the limited light.
This was the worst part of all. It was human but so hideous and deformed, like it had been seriously beaten. The crooked nose, the mismatched eyes, the lopsided jaw, the large mouth with broken teeth. The thing let out another terrifying yell as it saw her.
Leanne was frozen on the spot. She couldn't move, her mouth opened but she couldn't scream. She just stared back at that thing as it hungrily watched over her. She couldn't take her eyes away. She daren't. Even though it was trapped behind thick steel bars and chained to the wall, Leanne was fearing for her life. Then she noticed its eyes. Despite the frightening appearance and horrible cry, there was something in those eyes. Something scared yet wanting.
"...I... I... I'm Leanne," she stammered timidly, hoping to be heard above the roar.
The thing suddenly stopped and just stood watching Leanne closely. "S-S-S-Sid." It said with great difficulty through its misshapen mouth. It sounded like it had been a long time since it had said its name, or anything at all for that matter.
"Sid?" asked Leanne, breathing a sigh of relief. "That's a nice name." She stepped cautiously closer to the bars again, just a step away now and she could feel its hot breath on her skin. "A-Are you okay?"
The thing didn't answer. It just continued to stare at Leanne, making her wish she was more fully clothed. "B-B-Boobies!" it roared suddenly.
"Boobies?" questioned Leanne, immediately trying to cover her chest up. "Well I guess that confirms you're a guy then," she laughed.
"S-Sid love b-boobies!" it yelled as its arms reached out for her. Leanne jumped back and fell to the ground, the heels she was wearing weren't the most stable at the best of times. She got back to her feet and dusted herself off as it tried in vain to grab at her body. The thing let out another roar in frustration. Unable to reach that which it so desperately wanted. It sounded so distressed Leanne wanted to do something to help it.
What should Leanne do for it?
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Leanne and the creepy old home: Halloween Special
Leanne helps out at the local old folks home and gets more than she expected. 38 endings (so far)
Leanne is in her early twenties with light brown hair down to just below her shoulders. She's around 5'5" and has a very nice trim figure with pretty big boobs for her frame. Leanne always did enjoy spending time with old people (see what happened in her other stories when she went for a swim and caught up with some old friends), and with Christmas just a couple of months way she wanted to increase her karma. So she decided to pay a local visit to the old folks home. Who knows, maybe she'd make some new friends while she was there too!
Updated on Oct 18, 2020
by brambank
Created on Oct 5, 2020
by brambank
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