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You scamper away from the approaching penile horror, dashing blindly down the dim corridors. Your in better than average shape but it isn't long until your lungs give out and you collapse into a gasping heap. The sound of the creature following you continues but is in the distance now. You hope give outpaced it but your fairly sure your still within its reach.

You notice a faint light just a few feet down the corridor and with few other options you crawl towards. To your surprise one side of the corridor opens into a long banquet hall full of mannequins lit by candlelight.

Struggling to your feet you step into the room. All the mannequins appear dressed the same. Each one sports a black latest body suit making them appear dipped in ink. All that is exposed are their breasts, vaginas and asses; their heads are exposed from the throat up.

As you walk closer to one with its face turned upward and a long melting candle affixed between its teeth you notice tears running down the mannequin face. To your horror you realize these are not mannequins at all, but women.

The candleholder was a beautiful pale skinned red head who's mouth and chin were red and raw from where the wax had burned her. Still moved not a muscle or made any effort to speak, but her eyes were ****, crazy and sobbing.

As you move aghast through the room you find one woman stuck in a ballerina pose, while another holds a clock over her head. Another woman is on all fours with a candy dish on her back. On and on you walk through what seems dozens of women before a guttural voice barks at you from further in the room.

"Whozat out there?"