A restless night

Dana and Ally are very relieved when you walk back in together. The mood has turned much less jovial and more nervous, so before long everyone heads to bed.

You sleep on the couch while your team sleep in sleeping bags around you, the lone bedroom lies unused since nobody was comfortable in that room.

The walls adorned with strange tribal paintings of beasts, all in various stages of sex with men, most of whom did not look like they were enjoying it. Shackles bolted to the floor that were tucked under the bed also made the team nervous.

You sleep.

You dream of running in the woods, naked and scared, dark shapes in pursuit. You feel wispy fingers graze your skin as you run. You dart and weave, heart pounding in your chest. You hit a clearing and find yourself at the lakeside. Suddenly it's summertime and the sun is high.

You watch as a group of at least 80 women emerge from down the shoreline, dragging a large writhing bulk, wrapped in skins and rope.

You stand transfixed as they circle it and chant in a strange tongue. The bulk thrashes but seems to roll into the lake as if pushed by and invisible ****. As it begins to sink beneath the waters you see a gap in the skins, and a pair of yellow eyes latch onto your gaze.

You hear a whisper at your ear.

"Found you." And a sharp jarring pain in your ass wakes you.