"Where are you? I'll find you bitch!" his snarling voice echoed through the decayed domicile. "I know every crack and corner of this house. You can't hide for long."
Alice had woken in a rotten bed within a mold-encrusted bedroom, not understanding how she had arrived. Four wooden beams jutted up from the corners of the bed, each one as termite ridden as the last. A fixtures that looked like it could have once been a fireplace peered at her with gaped maw malevolence. Sheets squirmed underneath her body causing her to fall off the bed in fright.
Laying on the floor, she had first heard the voice from below. A deep gravelly man's voice, booming out influencing weak walls to shake. "Welcome to hell!" That was all, nothing more. For several minutes there was silence until footsteps pounded ominously across wood flooring.
Remember, Alice thought, remember. How the fuck did you get here? Her mind drifted back to the library, the largest in the state. Wandering through hallways of knowledge always seemed to calm her mind. The last several weeks had been extraordinarily painful for her and because of that she had decided to go to the only place that could consistently calm her mind.
Among authors old and new, famous and infamous, she found a calm surrender to nothingness. Randomly picking books, reading a few random pages before placing them back upon the shelves. Every once in a while one strange forgotten text sparked her interest. Whisking it back home to sooth her mind, she would devour the text with her face planted squarely in it.
It wasn't her looks that made her feel the pull of the house of books. Although she did have somewhat of a librarian aspect to her appearance and style of clothing. Dark brunette hair pulled back into a bun, glasses that curved ever so slightly around her face. No makeup at all, refusing to use it on grounds of feministic beliefs. Truth was she just didn't like the way it felt. Alice preferred earth toned button up blouses, sweaters, long skirts or black docker pants. Never had she felt the need to dress up and blend in with the ever-increasing wave of boring self-indulgent Paris Hilton wannabe's. Despite all her attempts at looking plain, she really was a very attractive girl and kept herself in shape. Enjoying the retreat to the apartment complexes workout room almost as much as her house of books.
Alice was toned and shapely while striving for plain and forgotten. Mostly she wanted to be left on her own.
Wait, the light! The memory struck her in painful stride. That circling white light! Alice was referring to something that had happened to her in the midst of scouting through the non-fiction section, attempting to find a titillating biography of Poe. Shortly after running into and conversing with her friend Chris, he bad departed to separate section, then a brilliant white light had surrounded her. Air sucked from her lungs and her vision receding being replaced with white. It had caused her eyes to feel as if in a centrifugal force and her whole body tearing itself apart. Alice had blacked out and awoke here.
Inside the home that time forgot or didn't wish to remember.
Feeling there was lack of time to completely figure out what had occurred she leaped to her feet, looking around the room to find escape. Two windows, both covered with what looked like aluminum panes. Two doors, one that most likely led out into the hallway the other slightly ajar showing a bathroom. Nothing inside besides rotten chunks of black goo staining the toilet. The rank stench alone was enough to make her gag and back away quickly.
The footsteps were getting louder, closer. One in front of the other mounting what sounded like creaky stairs. He's big, got to find a place to hide or run to. Despite surroundings that could confuse or disorient a normal person, Alice was finding herself very adept at dealing with her strange environment and circumstances. Deal with it now, figure it out later. The mantra continued to repeat in her mind.
Alice waited for the right moment, trying to circumvent the worst, hearing the steps get closer to the door. He knew where she was. He knew exactly where to find her. Use it, grab a hold of it and use it. The flooring in front of the door creaked, sighed and a shadow slid underneath as he stopped, reaching out a hand to open it.
At that moment Alice burst through the door, throwing it as forcefully as she could into her attackers face. Wind escaped his chest audibly giving Alice a bit of extra courage to continue her blind run down the hall in the other direction. Toppling to the floor the loud smack, he made shook the dwelling, flakes of paint detached and rained down onto the floor.
"You sneaky little bitch. I'm gonna make you suffer so much more for that!" slowly rising, no fear of his prize escaping from his grasp. Shudders sounded out as he regained his composure and slammed the door from its hinges, barely getting a peak at Alice's bare feet slipping from view around the corner.
It hadn't struck her til then that her clothing was barely fastened to her body. Somewhere along the way before she had woken her shoes had gone missing. The white blouse was torn up one side and down the other so that her bra could be easily seen beneath. Ripped straight down the side seam, and about a good foot shorter than before, her long dress had now become a skirt showing off her powerful long legs. Her hair was no longer in its normal bun but flailed around her head with each movement of her body. Finally, accepting into account these inconsistencies, Alice rode the sentiment once again for all it was worth. Deal with it now, figure it out later.
Knowing full well she was attempting to stay alive was of great help to her. Now, having turned the corner barely getting away from the giant man following her, screaming out at her, the scenery in the house began to flux in appearance. Changes were becoming more and more predominant; instead of rotting walls lavishly designed and painstakingly clean areas were seen to almost seep into moldy spots. Shortly afterwards the moldy sections would return causing Alice to lose a small grip of spatial understanding. Sections were melding and shifting back and forth from the dank infection that was obviously from the man following her to the serene beauty of a Victorian home. Which one was real and which one was false was not a question easily answered.
Several doors lined the hall and she picked one at random bursting into a scene of torture. In front of her was the corpse of another woman, and that was only barely recognizable. Half the skin from the body had been removed, cleaved from the meat. No precision knife marks lay about the grisly scene. Alice's resolve had not been broken by this discovery, but it wavered for just enough time to test her nerves. She did not register the lumbering behemoth yelling out that he would find her. Seeing the corpse in front of her etched upon her mind a lasting impression. Quick sharp glances across the body told her everything she needed to know about the beast attempting to catch her.
Very large bite marks covered the body. Muscle and sinew were dangling from exposed areas. Skin had not been torn off by hand but with teeth. The bellowing pursuer ate this woman. Looking at the dead lady's face calcified the terror in Alice's bloodstream. Pain, despair and loss of the utmost kind reverberated from the tortured visage. The woman had died of shock, blood had not pooled around the body beyond one area immediately behind the corpse. There Alice saw the hole shaped by the creature coming after her. An asshole gaped open, holding congealed blood within it as a chalice of the damned. The vaginal opening was gaped equally as bad and red with blood.
The sight was too much, her breath was lost and bile seeped up into her throat, Alice turned bolting towards the door only to run straight into a slab of solid muscle. As she fell back a gigantic hand grabbed a hold of the blouse and bra underneath, attempting to steady the nineteen-year-old girl. Instead, because of the previous lacerations across the clothing, it merely ripped apart and Alice fell onto her back hard. Already hurt, half naked with only a dead woman to witness, Alice was afraid she was going to die.
With her eyes closed she had as of yet not seen the man that had been following her. She opened them with a bit of strain as the dull ache of her fall receded. In front of her was a horrifying visage. She figured that the man following her would be large, but not this huge. Technically, although his pronounced erection showed similarities, it wasn't even a man. Large horns emerged from the forehead towering above the top of his bull head. Eyes of gold, missing the pupils, were shining brightly amid cold black sockets. His feet, which she had half expected to be hooves, were very large with immense thick nails. A word popped into her head from mythology, a Minotaur. Here, completely naked and ready to do to her what it had done to the corpse at her side. This was a beast that was not even supposed to exist.
"I told you I would catch you." The eyes of the Minotaur shifted looking over at the corpse on the table with its exposed ass propped upwards in the air, "I have been growing tired of her. She died a couple of days ago. Though she has stayed surprisingly warm." The beast looked back at Alice, crouched onto the floor, one arm covering up her nipples, "Thankfully, though, the gods have sent me you as a prize for my long time here in this...oh I don't think so."
Alice had leapt up from her spot on the floor, attempting to dart past the creature while he was talking. It hadn't worked. With great ease and swiftness the Minotaur that stood at seven feet in height (minus horns) grabbed a hold of her torso lifting her off the ground. His enormous right hand almost completely encircled her waist, pushing away her arm allowing her breasts to bounce freely. One finger from his left hand began flicking each of her tits, causing brief stabbing pain to run through her. Each bounce of her breasts caused the Minotaur to let out a low growl of delight.
