“This was a bad idea!” Patrick murmured as he angled his flashlight around the darkness of the mansions ruins. In the early hours of the morning the house was a different beast to the eerie remains they used for their smoke breaks. In the pitch black in was downright sinister. “I mean, I know we're doing this for Caleb, but is it really worth getting killed over? Like, sure he's a hot babe now...scratch that, a hot horny babe who wants to use us as her living sextoys, but there are worse things...right? Maybe there's even an upside? Can we honestly say he was truly happy as Cal...”
“Will you shut the fuck up?” Mikey hissed. They were entering hat was either a courtyard or what was once a great hall that had had its roof caved in.”Hey, would you look at that?” He pointed his light at the wall in front of them. An enormous picture frame hung from it – the canvas painted with the life-sized depiction of a darkly beautiful woman with raven hair and severe features dressed all in black. Her cape appeared to billow in the night. “Holy shit!” Mikey cried. “Hey, how does it look so new? It's basically fresh!”
“Funny!” The woman in the picture smirked and cocked her head to one side. “I was just thinking the same about you! Fresh...fresh...fresh...MEAT!” She practically shouted the final word and both boys responded by dropping their flashlights in terror. What followed was a desperate scramble as Mikey and Patrick clamoured to find their extinguished lights. Patrick squealed in horror as he slapped the ground, his hand finally hitting something hard and plastic only for it to be pulled away from his grasp. “Let me help you with that!” The woman's sneer was six inches from his face, the flashlight held just below her chin. With a snap, she redirected it right into his eyes and the world went white.
When their surroundings finally came back into focus, the night was gone and the courtyard was no longer the wrecked bowels of a destroyed house. The walls were white marble and the ground was covered in lush grass. The raven haired woman stood in the centre of it wrapped in a black cape and clutching the flashlight like a toy. She smiled triumphantly.
Patrick realised in his panic he had crawled over his sprawled friend and looked down only to receive an even greater shock. Beneath him was the pert ass of a girl clad in a leopard print catsuit and judging from her grunting, she was as frightened as he was. He tried to push himself up only to find that the same feline pattern wrapped his now much more slender arms.
“Dude, get off me!” The girl cried out in a soft voice. “Hey, what's wrong with my voice?” She rolled over and looked at Patrick leaning over her. “Hey, who the hell are you? Where's Patrick?”
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