“The Gauntlet: Part One: Don’t dilly-dally”
By: Deviant Malificus
Her green eyes open, her long red hair tied back tightly in a ponytail. Feargirl looks down at her hands, fingerless gloves and gray nail polish. She feels stiff. She stretches and finds she is flexible. She begins to move automatically through a routine, easily lifting one of her long toned legs above her head, and then the other. She puts herself in a scorpion pose. She’s a yogi or a gymnast. On her feet are black ballet type slippers. Her body is covered by a one piece bodice, and zipper from the neck to the crotch. She realizes it’s muggy in the bare metal room. There’s a door in front of her and a door behind her. She unzips her bodice a bit; she isn’t wearing any under wear. Her breasts… were they larger before, or smaller? They are perky and perfectly round, but not huge.
She feels built to run, to parkour, to kick hard. She’s built to stay out of reach of her opponent. Feargirl looks around, she doesn’t have an opponent but she senses she isn’t safe.
“You’re not,” says a deep smoky voice. It’s a voice like dark glass and sounds like sex itself. “You have to go, unless you want the surprise I have for you.”
Feargirl knows and doesn’t know the voice. “Do I?” she asks
A cruel laugh fills her ears in response. The door behind her shakes suddenly as something, or someone kicks it. She half turns; she is poised to run to her front but wants to see what is going on behind her. The door buckles as it is hit again. A monstrous roar fills her ears. She runs towards the other door. It’s the Minotaur. She isn’t certain how she knows that. Or even what that is exactly, but Feargirl feels a very real and deep fear.
She makes it to the door that was in front of her. She opens it. The door behind her flies off its hinges. She bounds over the threshold. It is cool in the hallway. Her head stops but her body flies forward. Something has her hair. She hits the ground on her back hard and bounces. Pain and more pain, Feargirl see’s stars in her eyes and then nothing as two thumbs, animal and human at the same time, move towards them and she’s forced to close them.
There are other rough fingers rapidly closing around the back of her head. A steady pressure begins to grow. Feargirl grabs blindly at the hands, they are huges and leathery, she tries to pry them off. She knows it is futile. The monster breathes calmly as it slow applies more pressure to her skull.
She kicks her legs up and down and pumps them back and forth. The pressure is mounting. “Stop stop stop stop!” Feargirl cries in a litany of self-preservation. The monster says nothing, but the pressure doesn’t become any greater.
The laugh cuts the air again, deep and aroused. “I love the way those long legs kick, those hands scratch away, your feet arch.”
“Please let me go!” Feargirl cries out.
“No, we’ll try again later, and you’ll just have to try to move faster. Don’t dilly dally next time.”
Feargirl knows the voice is gone; the pressure begins to increase again. She kicks, and she scratches, she hears a cracking noise. Her eyes pop and blood sprays around the Minotaur’s thumbs. She screams and then a sickening sound that only the Minotaur can hear fills the room. Her skull collapses and breaks apart into pieces under his massive hands. A beautiful woman no more, just a corpse, the voice laughs as the Minotaur lumbers off leaving the remains of fear girl behind. “Well, we’ll just have to try that again.”
To be Continued….