You rush after her

You reach the corner of the corridor to see the crew-member opening a small door marked: “Authorized personnel only”. You rush after her asking for help. She stops and turns around.

“Hello,” she says “How can I help you?”

You’re saved! You stop in front of the small framed woman. She’s African American, large ass, large breasts, deep dark hair and eyes. But just like the rest of the crew she’s terribly pale, it gives her skin a beautiful amber tone. She smiles at you revealing pearly white teeth… really large teeth you think.

Suddenly you realize that she’s been waiting for an answer. You explain your problem.

“So you’re lost and your friends don’t know where you are, interesting.”

As she says that, a terrible light shines in the back of her black eyes. You shiver.

“But of course I’ll help you, come this way, we’ll check the computer for your room number and then I’ll walk you back to your cabin. Please, follow me,” she continues, opening the door, inviting you to enter.

The shiver is immediately forgotten as you see in that obscure room the end to all your troubles. You pass in front of the girl; she follows you and closes the door. The darkness is absolute.

“Let me get the light,” she says.

Seconds pass one after the other but the light doesn’t come.

“Are you there?” you ask.

Only silence answers.

“Excuse me, is there a problem with the light?” you ask again.

Silence is still the only answer you get. Soon you feel assaulted by this absence of light, the darkness seem to be closing in on you. You stumble back the way you came retracing you steps in the darkness. You find the wall. Groping around you find the door, the handle. It’s locked.

“Sweet little thing, all scared in the darkness” the woman’s voice whispers in your ear.

You turn around reaching for the woman but your hands only find the empty air.

“Stop fucking around,” you order.
Your voice does not sound as convincing as you wished.

“All alone in the darkness,” the woman’s voice whispers in your ear, again.

“Let me out of here,” you beg.

A hand brushes through your hair. Once again you try to catch the woman but once again you only slap the air.

“Not going to happen, sweet morsel, I have other plans for you.”

The voice is now much closer. You can almost feel the breath on your face.

“Please, let me go” you start crying.

“Delicious fear…”

She’s talking to herself. A hand brushes your hair again but this time it grabs it and pulls it. You let out a small scream of pain. Another hand grabs the front of your shirt tearing it apart. Your small shorts a torn too.

Panic overwhelms you. You scream all you can.

“Scream all you want, little thing, it’s hopeless anyway, no one is coming to save you, you’re all mine.”

Out of the darkness a mouth reaches for your lips and bites them before withdrawing again. The silence is replaced by a devilish laugh. The coppery taste of your own blood fills your mouth.

Suddenly she’s behind you. Her nose is in your hair, sniffing. Her hands are on your bra, pressing, pressing hard. With the tip of her tongue she licks the edge of your shoulder. In the midst of your terror a hint of corrupted pleasure appears.

“Please,” you beg again.

Biting your ear lobe she whispers: “Please what? Please let me go or Please continue?”

For a moment you doubt.