Ada thought she had known fear before this moment. She thought she knew what it meant to be afraid. But she was learning, even within the moments of this operation, that the boundaries of true horror can never be comprehensively imagined by the human mind.
The sensation of so many rotting hands pawing, grabbing, and holding her body inspired an animalistic response for survival. The smell of the putrid creatures was nauseating. Ada's body bucked as she tried to lift her bare arms off the floorboards, but she was pinned down. Her stocking bearing legs kicked wildly. One was held fast by a creature, while the other flailed uselessly about in the air finding no enemy. She could feel the hem of her satin red dress sliding up her legs. The already short hem somehow managed to bunch up around her hips. Ada's mind disconnectedly was aware at how humiliatingly scandalous she must look with the fullness of her pantyhose gusset on display for anyone else in the room.
God, if there were someone else in the room!
"Help me! Please! HEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEE!!! GOD PLEEAAAAAAASE!!!" Ada screamed for anyone to hear. She hoped against hope that someone might be in the room. That someone would save her. The more she struggled, the more tired her slender body became. The monsters had her literally in their rotten grasp. Their putrid scent was noxiously overpowering. Their slimy touch was vile and vomit inducing. And worst of all? Ada could feel the pressure of their teeth scraping against the milky pinkness of her smooth delicate skin.
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