Post by whyerd on May 27, 2009 3:35:50 GMT -5
The lost, 12 year-old nervously asks, "Is this really the way out?"
Ahead of him, a giant pig demon. Instead of making a pigsty of the English language; he says in a clear, Spanish-flavored reply, "It is! Don't you worry, Oliver. I'll get you home, before your family has supper without you."
Glutenous keeps looking back on the boy, I wonder how tasty he'll be? From what he could tell, he was your generic blond-haired, blue-eyed, attractive child. A bit cliched, but they only stick around as everyone has some love for them. The looks suggested his ancestry was Norse, with a mix of other European countries. Oliver might've spend most of his time reading, but manages to get on a bike everyone once in a while. Must be a nice mix of firm and soft. That's good, I've been having too much 'richness' lately. Again, mostly due that fatties love cake. Easy bait, easy prey.
This child needed a bit of coaxing, which the brute enjoyed. It exercised his grey-matter. A little trial-and-error to figure out how to have Oliver follow him. It was a simple case of promising to lead him home, which took a bit of convincing his way around the woods. Luckily, he came after I buried those bodies... Goodbye late Senator Hecate, a.k.a. bitch that wants it required all 5 year olds to know magic. As hilarious as it sounds to see little kids attack each other with magic, it would mean more would be able to defend themselves against the pedophile.
He was leading the human into the heart of the forest, which happens to be by a lake. The lake is a great family getaway; if you didn't mind being in the hot sun, listening to 500 brats along with yours, and get stuck in traffic jams there and they way back. Glutenous never been here before, until he found out about the woods. No one, except teenagers who want to get drunk at night, ever comes in the woods. You would have to be lost or be planning an evil deed.
Feeling that it was far enough from the general public, he turns to the kid. "I must confess something. There's a reason I brought you out in the middle of nowhere." He couldn't help but smirk at the cringe on the boy's face, waiting for the jaw to drop. "GIVE ME YOUR SHOES OR YOU DIE!
As predicted, the jaw did drop as the shoes were taken off. The boy tosses the shoes at the lobbyist pleading, "Don't kill me!"
Laughing, "No, no! I was kidding. I was kidding. I didn't want your shoes." The boy showed a mix look of relief and dread that he had soiled himself. As soon as things appeared to be over, "All I really want to do is eat you."
The demon springs on the screaming boy. The punches were nothing compared to the mass of muscles on the pedophile. "This had been fun, it was nice meeting you Oliver." With that, he inserts the boy's feet into his mouth. As he sucks on them, he wouldn't dare imagine there would be anyone that could hear the cries. What kind of idiot would be in these woods?
Ahead of him, a giant pig demon. Instead of making a pigsty of the English language; he says in a clear, Spanish-flavored reply, "It is! Don't you worry, Oliver. I'll get you home, before your family has supper without you."
Glutenous keeps looking back on the boy, I wonder how tasty he'll be? From what he could tell, he was your generic blond-haired, blue-eyed, attractive child. A bit cliched, but they only stick around as everyone has some love for them. The looks suggested his ancestry was Norse, with a mix of other European countries. Oliver might've spend most of his time reading, but manages to get on a bike everyone once in a while. Must be a nice mix of firm and soft. That's good, I've been having too much 'richness' lately. Again, mostly due that fatties love cake. Easy bait, easy prey.
This child needed a bit of coaxing, which the brute enjoyed. It exercised his grey-matter. A little trial-and-error to figure out how to have Oliver follow him. It was a simple case of promising to lead him home, which took a bit of convincing his way around the woods. Luckily, he came after I buried those bodies... Goodbye late Senator Hecate, a.k.a. bitch that wants it required all 5 year olds to know magic. As hilarious as it sounds to see little kids attack each other with magic, it would mean more would be able to defend themselves against the pedophile.
He was leading the human into the heart of the forest, which happens to be by a lake. The lake is a great family getaway; if you didn't mind being in the hot sun, listening to 500 brats along with yours, and get stuck in traffic jams there and they way back. Glutenous never been here before, until he found out about the woods. No one, except teenagers who want to get drunk at night, ever comes in the woods. You would have to be lost or be planning an evil deed.
Feeling that it was far enough from the general public, he turns to the kid. "I must confess something. There's a reason I brought you out in the middle of nowhere." He couldn't help but smirk at the cringe on the boy's face, waiting for the jaw to drop. "GIVE ME YOUR SHOES OR YOU DIE!
As predicted, the jaw did drop as the shoes were taken off. The boy tosses the shoes at the lobbyist pleading, "Don't kill me!"
Laughing, "No, no! I was kidding. I was kidding. I didn't want your shoes." The boy showed a mix look of relief and dread that he had soiled himself. As soon as things appeared to be over, "All I really want to do is eat you."
The demon springs on the screaming boy. The punches were nothing compared to the mass of muscles on the pedophile. "This had been fun, it was nice meeting you Oliver." With that, he inserts the boy's feet into his mouth. As he sucks on them, he wouldn't dare imagine there would be anyone that could hear the cries. What kind of idiot would be in these woods?
