Operation Ada: Part I (7 of 8)
Added 2021-01-09 22:00:01 +0000 UTCThe rotting putrid tongue of the creature slathered the soft pink skin on Ada's exposed back and her body cringed in horror. She let out an uncharacteristic whimpering moan that was all together understandable for the peril she was in.
Ada craned her neck and stared over her bare shoulder. The animated corpse was tasting her in grotesque hunger, the milk-white eyes unfocused in the decomposing skull. She was filled with the sense that it was not seeing her, but sensing her vitality. The sunset stained the sky an ominous blood red that only managed to disconnectedly remind her of the color of her dress. The dress with the impractical hem that was inching humiliatingly up her stocking bearings legs with each twist and squirm of her slender curves.
This creep is strong for his state of being! She thought. Why can't I shake this bag of bones!? If I don't break free soon, this grabby ghoul is going to... Ada gasped at the thought, not wanting to finish it. She reached toward someone, something, anyone, with renewed urgency. And the words just slipped out...
"Help me!"
