I'LL SHOW YOU EVERYTHING FROM HEAVEN TO HELL

You shouldn't be here. You know that. And it's your fault for being curious, for leaving the confines of your 1 bedroom apartment and driving to this desolate area of woods just outside your city. The local myth was getting to you, that every year people enter those woods and don't come out and it was just about that time.

You just wanted to see. When you drive past, it always looked so innocuous. You were curious, and that's your fault. You should've brought someone, should've brought something other than your phone (maybe a rosary. would that have helped?), should've turned around at that first gut drop. Listened to hundreds of years of instinct from being hunted screaming at you to go.

You should've done a lot of things, you think. You're a smart girl, and have been for as long as you can remember.

But right now, your blood is pumping through your ears as and inhuman something - smells your neck with a deep inhale. Something inhuman, with fur and sharp teeth and red eyes. Cruel, terrifying red-eyes looking so directly into you.

You're unmoving, still. But blood is working hard to pump into your body to keep you living before you lie dead. You want to cry, to scream, to move.

But you can't. You know you can't because you feel something move along your waist. A hand, but so much bigger than you're own you can hardly feel at ease. Long. talon like nails that tear through your clothes. Cool air touches your skin and you shiver in fear.

When it opens it's mouth, a hot breath passes all over your body. Hot and humid and big, a sharp tooth indents just on the juncture of your shoulder. Everything feels like it's spinning.

"You're fuckin' tiny," It says, but doesn't speak. You know the open mouth isnt making a sound but it's certainly communicating with you. A new wave of fear passes through you "Most of the people who wander here are meatheads,"

Suddenly, it cups you close. You fit so easily into the pal of his hand. He must be bent down to be touch you the way it is. How big would he be if he stood? Its shadow would swallow you whole. You feel a finger, too big for your size - just barely cup you through your leggings. Your clit pulses and your stomach turns.

"You must've wandered too far from home, huh?," It says, unmoving. Fierce, cold, nearly vengeful but most of all seemingly curious. You can feel Its hunger, a sinking pain that resonates off into you. All of a sudden, fear makes you cry out and behind you there is a laugh. So callous down to the core it makes you tremble and cry. A finger fits itself under your neck and tilts your head up.

You can't see the features of its face, just eyes and teeth that drip with saliva. Your heart sings as something pokes your back that feels nothing like a limb.

"It's why you shouldn't go poking your nose in places you don't belong,"