The drain pipe was harder to climb than Doug expected. The body... Her body wasn't made for physical exertion. He looked up the drain pipe, the second floor looking further away now from the ground.
A smirk appearing and vanishing just as quickly, as he thought about the physical exertion this body was made for.
The renewed threat of what awaited her if she failed, made her start the climb. Her arms skinny and weak, her fingers tangling themselves in the vines and greenery for extra support as she climbed. A curious sense of vulnerability, that she was straddling the pipe like a giant cock. Her cheeks flushed at the image, her hands shook. But she climbed higher, until she reached the open window.
Peering through the gap, she checked the room was empty before clambering in. A degree of warmth restored to her body, the 'clothes'... Panties, and a short red gown giving no protection, modesty or help. Hell, they just accentuated her body making her feel more than naked.
A wardrobe stood beside the door, tempting her to try something warmer. But Doug was suddenly hit by indecision. She knew how to win... as a hunter. But, as prey... how could she?
Her mind raced, Did she simply need to escape?! Or was his death the only escape she had?
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