As always, a huge thank you to KenjiSato for kindly editing this story, and, in this case, for suggesting it in the first place.
Izzy was not afraid. There was nothing to fear. She wasn't a little kid, no man in a mask could frighten her, right? This is what she tried to convince herself anyway, in the queue to her first attraction of the night: Fresh Meat. She had been assured by her friend, Peter, that this was the right attraction to start with; he had explained that despite the fact that it was arguably the scariest maze in the whole park, it was most suitable to 'ease her into it'.
Peter and Izzy were good friends, but never anything more. Many had speculated the two were dating, but they'd never seen each other in such a way. They were both attractive young adults, and there was, naturally, a hint of attraction, but nothing ever happened. Izzy had always considered Peter like a big brother, the sort who would convince her to try new things outside of her comfort zone, things like a horror park that was known for its sexual theme.
"It's gonna be fine, trust me," Pete reassured her, as they waited in line. "You know the safe word, just say that if you want them to stop."
"Thanks. But I'm not a pussy," Izzy replied, with a jovial grin that Peter could barely see in the blackness of night -- a darkness that obscured the obviously nervous expression on the young woman's face. In no time at all, they found themselves at the front of the queue, and only then did Izzy realise how unprepared she was for such a new experience. What was she fucking thinking? She couldn't even watch 'The Grudge', why did she think this was a good idea?? Too late to go back now. She remembered the delight on Peter's face when she agreed to go with him, and she wasn't going to disappoint him at the last minute. With a deep breath, and a forced bravery, she stepped into the warehouse.
The scene she was faced with made her long for the safe embrace of the darkness outside. She examined the room in front of her, the dim-red lighting barely guiding her path as she led the way through the maze, with Peter close behind. She was safe. This was all fake. All decoration. She was safe. She reiterated this over and over to herself, a mantra that would protect her from the sight of rows of carcasses hanging on meat hooks, as they walked through the abattoir. These were just plastic, she repeated herself. Just decoration. These we--
Her cocoon of security was shattered, as a scream ripped through the air. She swung around to see one of the meat hooks, carrying not a pig carcass, but a man, held up by the leg. The man screamed and swore, and Izzy practically ran to the next room, to get away from the ear-piercing tone.
The next room provided no more comfort, however, as she was presented with a typical-looking butcher's shop, if at typical butcher's shop was the scene of a massacre. Behind the counter, stood a wide-shouldered man, wearing only a red-stained apron and a manic grin. He wielded a particularly-realistic cleaver, and pointed it directly at her.
"Your flesh is mine!" he roared, in a deep voice.
Izzy shuffled forwards, her eyes fixed to the actor, almost paralysed with terror. Some primal logic told her that if she looked away, she would die. This only caused her more trouble, as she did not see the other actor coming up behind her.
A hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She found herself in the firm embrace of another butcher, a bald man of fifty in a similar outfit to his murderous accomplice. She screamed out, struggling to escape his grasp as he pulled her in tight.
"Fresh meat for the grind," he grunted, squeezing one of her perky breasts over her loose-fitting t-shirt.
He let her go, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Izzy felt violated, terrified and unsafe. But above all, she felt aroused. She was almost disappointed when the scare actor had gone, as she came to terms with her newfound desire to be treated in such a forceful way. What followed was a short series of corridors, all meticulously designed to raise her tension, but came with the side effect of exciting Izzy on a sexual level. They could be someone anywhere. Any shadow. Anytime. She was so vulnerable. And it was so fucking good.
She looked back at Pete, who had the same half-terrified, half-excited face she did. He raised a questioning OK symbol, and she replied with a nod, before moving on. The two of them entered what appeared to be a morgue, with the body of a completely-naked woman laid on the table, complete with scars of dissection. She slowly manoeuvred around the scene as a man stood above her, gesturing with his knife. Izzy couldn't help but notice the woman's enormous breasts, which she examined closely, before the corpse suddenly jolted up. She let out a loud groan as she sat upright, causing both Izzy and Peter to scream aloud. Izzy kept walking, but turned around at the exit to the room, to see that Peter was... preoccupied.
The apparently-dead woman was now standing up, kissing Peter with a violent and forceful passion. It was clear by his face when their lips parted, that this was a surprise for him, but it was clear from his now-obvious bulge, that it was a welcome one. She stroked his bulge before retaking her position on the slab. Izzy now understood what was so appealing about this place to Peter.
The next actor she came across was far more confident than the previous ones. He jumped out from the shadows in front of a fearful Izzy, and proceeded to reach under her top, grabbing at her bra-clad boobs. She grinned at the man, this time more excited than afraid, and decided to help him out; she took off her shirt, cramming it into her sweatpants' pocket. The actor took the hint, but stayed in character.
"Pound of flesh, indeed," he growled, as he dove his head in her cleavage.
The wet patch in her panties grew, as she allowed the stranger access to her body. But then, just as fast as he had appeared, he vanished.
Maybe it was the decreased lighting, or the eerie music that played, or perhaps it was the fact that her body was now more exposed to the unknown, but for some reason, the next segment had Izzy more frightened than ever. She reached a hand back, and Peter supportively took it in his own, understanding her fear. He held her hand for a while, and at one point she lost his grasp, but was reacquainted with his hand soon after.
Suddenly, the hand tugged back, startling her as she turned around to see, not Peter, but instead the very same actor that had groped her earlier. She screamed out, her sense of safety being comprehensively violated once more. She looked behind the actor to see Peter, giggling uncontrollably at his friend's misfortune. The attraction ended soon after that.
