You are scared and agree to not get hurt

This guy is insane. He has probably already killed several people and you will be the next if you can’t calm him somehow. For now, the best you can do is to play along and give him what he wants. Carefully to not move too fast you take off your clothes until you stand in front of him in just your underwear. You don’t like his look at your like this. He still seems crazy, but now you think he looks at you kind of desiring too.

“I need to check your skin,” the guy says and immediately grabs your arm to pull you closer, “be quiet. Don’t give me a reason to doubt you are human!”

You just whimper when he rips your bra away and begins to grope your body. He seems to search for some kind of seams or overlapping skin. But he is obviously quiet interested in your breasts. His eyes wander over your body but always come back to your curves. You are just praying that he might end his pervert searching as soon as possible. But suddenly you can only feel one of his hands. The one that holds your arm is still there, but the one that wandered your skin is gone. You look at him and in the weak light of you torch you can see he has one hand at his cock and started wanking.

“S-stop!” you beg and try to back off, “what are you …”

“Quiet!” the maniac yells angry, “I said quiet! I’m not done yet.”

It is disgusting, but you don’t dare to free yourself. Not as long as he still has his knife somewhere in reach. You can only endure and hope he doesn’t demand more of you than just your looks. To your luck he seems perfectly pleased with your naked tits. He gets faster and faster and also comes closer with his face to yours. For a moment you fear he would **** you to kiss his pale face. But instead he suddenly buries his face in your breasts. You just look away and hope he keeps his mouth closed. And suddenly his body trembles and he shoots his load in front of your feet. Then he finally lets you go and you get a few steps away from him.

“Well, you are not in disguise, that much I can tell,” the crazy guy says relaxed, “you could still be one of their human allies. But you don’t use their symbols or carry their artefacts. I guess you are not with them. For now, I can trust you. However, what do you think about my collection? I know a lot about them. Almost all of their agents and allies. I know a lot about their plans. What about you? Was there a picture you recognized?”

“I was just interested in this one,” you mumble soundless and stare at the floor hoping to forget the disgusting spot of cum in front of your feet, “I thought I have seen this man somewhere already.”

“Which one?” the man asks confused and looks in the direction you point at, “this one? Oh, I know a lot. Lots of things. These men … they are with them. This guy belongs to the organized crime. He greases the wheels of her entire organization. Money? He has enough to bribe everyone. ****? His henchmen can make everyone disappear. And this one ... slimy guy. He is one of them. Works as a scientist. They make people disappear and then ... they come back but have changed. Just guinea pigs of course. For their real plan. A way to bring their dead members back to life. To start a new world. populated only by them.”

“And do you know where I can find him?” you ask, “the scientist I mean.”

“The Lazarus project,” the crazy guy says almost whispering, “they act like a normal hospital. But I know the true. I was there once. They wanted me to disappear. Replace me with a puppet. But I got away. Banting Memorial Hospital. But they change the name regularly. You can keep the photo, if you want. Should you ever see him, run for your life!”

You nod nervous, take the picture and your clothes and then you run away. You are about to cry. It was pure luck this guy didn’t go any further with you. When you finally manage to get to the exit, you take some deep breaths to calm yourself before getting dressed again. The homeless people in their camp at the other side of the street watch you surprised. But they keep their distance, seeing that you need your privacy. At least nobody bothers you in your current situation. When you are dressed and somewhat calm again you hurry to leave this horrible place.