A few hours at least pass before you mentally compose yourself. The liquids of the creature have been mostly washed from your body by the stream. You hurt all over. Your neck is bruised and your uterus is still radiating pain. You have... closed... somewhat since the violation, but you bite back as sob as you look at your deformed flower. The ravaging has definitely taken its toll. You can't bear anything right now. You shiver in the cold water, managing to move yourself back. Your wrists burn like they are on fire. You manage to wiggle out of your soaked dress. You need to get warm. Fighting back the pain you use your elbows to push yourself to your feet. Your stomach burns with pain and protests, but you defiantly stand up and begin the walk back to the creature's den. Perhaps there are some items there you could use. Reluctantly you pick up the torn dress. Once it is dry it will be better than no clothing.
It takes the better part of an hour to make it back to the monster's den. You feel the pain inside of you retreating, and remarkably your violated entrance regains its prior form... you shudder. It must have been caused by something in the creatures... fluids.
By the time you reach the room your wrists are also feeling much better, as is your neck... You try not to think of the implications of why that creature's fluids would heal you as you begin to search the room.
After only a short time of searching you find a pile of clothing. Torn women's clothing... You wretch again but your stomach is empty. You also find a trough of clean water and a bin of what appear to be bricks of food. Reluctantly you drink and eat. You begin sifting through the cloths, pulling out the articles that are more or less intact. Almost everything is ripped. You manage to find a mostly intact dress that fits you. It is red with a shallow neck. It is tight around the waist and the bottom half is ripped away. Dark stains coat it... You put it on. It provides no support for your breasts and they flop through the cleavage as you move. The dress was built for a woman with much larger breasts. You sigh as you take it off, searching for a bra. You eventually manage to find an intact one and put it on. It isn't the perfect fit but it will do. You replace the dress. You tie off the excess fabric in the back to stop it from moving around so much.
Pants are much more difficult to find. All of the lower garments you can find are badly torn and destroyed. Eventually you find a pencil skirt. It barely goes down to your knees, but it fits. You tuck the red "dress" into it. The shirt is black and in surprisingly good condition.
You need something to protect your legs... you saw forest beyond the grate. You don't want your legs to be ripped to shreds by the underbrush. The selection is poor. You finally find a pair of leggings. They are thick for leggings, and will provide some protection. There is a massive hole in the crotch and an entire leg is crusty. You hold your stomach as you pull it on.
You glace around at what is left. You pull out a dress that is torn in half. You fold it up, forming a makeshift satchel of sorts. You grab a sash from the pile and thread it through the folded dress, tying it off to make a pack. You fill it with the biscuits from the pail, and eat a few more. Food is food.
You look around for rope. Something to lower yourself down on. No such luck... The fabric of the remaining cloths is too fragile to be made into a rope. Maybe if you doubled up on some of it... it's your best bet. You set about fashioning the rope. By the time you are finished you are exhausted. You try to stay awake, but are dragged into sleep. Your dreams are plagued my nightmares.
~~~
You wake in a cold sweat, panicked. You push against the wall and curl into a ball before composing yourself. Your physical wounds are completely gone... That's good at least. You do another lap around the room, searching for anything of import. You manage to find a small steel dagger, only a few inches long tucked into a corner. You take it. You also create another pack and fill it with assorted sharp bones. Any weapon is better than no weapon.
Finally, you head back to the grate with all of your items. On the way you find a perfectly preserved glass jar complete with lid. It's empty, but you take it. You finally reach the grate and look down. Looking down you see the creature is still impaled, but to your horror it is twitching. Still alive somehow... it seems unable to free itself though, and there is no other way. You take a deep breath, seeing your reflection in the water. Your black hair is in disarray, and your blue eyes stare back at you. Carefully, you tie off the cloths rope to the grate. It is nowhere near long enough. You are going to have to drop about ten feet or so... No choice... Maneuvering yourself, you begin to lower yourself down, belongings strapped to your body. The beast growls and you frantically pull yourself back into the room, panting.
~~~
The bitch! The bitch is alive and trying to escape. You howl up at her and she scrambles back into the room. Your member throbs with the need of release, but you are pinned in place. You can't pull yourself free from the spike you are impaled on. You roar with frustration as something hits you hard. You look up just in time to see the raven haired beauty throw another brick out of the hole in the building. It slams into your chest, denting it and causing you to howl in pain.
~~~
By the time the creature stops screaming your arms feel dead from the strain of lifting so many rocks and tossing them out. But it seems to have worked. The creature appears to be unconscious for now. Quickly, you begin lowering yourself once more.
You are almost to the bottom of the rope when you hear the tear. You manage to twist your body sideways, but the rope breaks and you plummet over 15 feet. You land mostly in water - a shallow pool, but you hit the bottom of it, the water breaking your fall. Your leg blossoms in horrible pain. You manage to pull yourself above water. Your leg is broken, turned to an unnatural angle.
A few minutes pass as you try to stand. It's no use. And you can't feel the wound healing. The effects of the creature's juices must have worn off. You peer though tear filled eyes towards the creature. It is close by, still impaled. It is impaled facing belly up, and its erect shaft still throbs in the night air. You push yourself to a sitting position on a nearby rock and appraise your belongings. Remarkably nothing is broken - not even the jar. The jar... you hold it and look at the beast. Its huge phallus. Your leg...
Hopping on one leg you move closer. You pull out the longest sharp bone you have. Almost two feet long. You approach the creature, poking it with the bone in it's thigh. Blue blood blossoms. No movement. Still, you don't want to take any chances. Standing near its feet it could not reach you with it's hands, but it could surely wrap its legs around you. You grimace and poke the bone deep into the creature's flesh, poking to find the nerve cords to control the legs.
