Kayla's pleas went unanswered. She was about to turn around when she felt two hands grab her sides and lift her off her feet. She barely had time to scream as she was thrown over the old mans shoulder. "Put me DOWN!" she yelled as the bum began carrying her across the street and to a worn down house down the block.
A raspy voice replied with, "Pipe down Pretty, I won't hurt you, but I will have to spend quite a lot of time enjoying...those..." The man trailed off with a hungry sort of tone on his voice.
"Those what?! What the hell are you talking about, put me..." Kayla remembered how the boy from earlier had warned her about Creepville and had mentioned her feet...What could this guy want with feet? They were for walking, what was he going to do, stare at them?
The time for wondering ended as she was tossed on the floor of the building they had entered. The bum closed the door as Kayla tried to get up and run, but before she could...
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