Fuck this

After seeing the crazy scene before you, you decide to book it. You don’t know if there is a fetish event nearby, a reclusive billionaire with strange tastes, or something even stranger, but you want nothing to do with this. You try walking back to your car at a brisk pace, keeping an eye out for movement. You walk and walk, but no matter how long you go you never see your car. Did it get towed while you were away? After what feels like hours, you realize you truly don’t know where you are, it feels as though you keep walking past the same areas even though you are going in a straight line.

Eventually you simply have to stop. You try to calm down, but every fiber of your being says something is wrong. Being on this high alert for so long is also taking its toll, as though you feel almost panicked you are slowly more and more mentally and physically tired.

Suddenly your panicked state heightens, and feel like a large predator is right behind you ready to pounce. You **** yourself to slowly turn around and confront your fear.