Venus had only darkness and dangerous in front of her but the risky bridge behind her. The bridge was an option because it could stop the ghouls from surrounding her. A large pack of these feral humanoids was the worst case scenario the Shadow Hunter worried about; they would swarm her.
Swinging her sword carefully, keeping it moving but ready to move – to block or to attack, Venus edged backwards a little. A fog was beginning to rise from the nearly silent river that the bridge crossed. The Shadow Hunter wasn’t surprised; her training had explained that fog or mist often came with large numbers of undead or necrotic-monsters like ghouls. No one knew why.
Her heart fell. It was dark, it was foggy, but it was becoming increasingly clear that there was a large pack of ghouls out there. There were too many blurs, too many scratches of footfall, for there only to be a few of the beasts.
The pack attacked at once. Venus stuck once, twice, bringing down one ghoul, thrice and one more time for another kill before the horde hit.
The Shadow Hunter was sent flying backwards. One ghoul ramming into her chest and another tackling her knees. Her sword was flung from her hands and scattered off the edge of the road and slid out of side towards the river.
Venus rolled, trying to spring up before the ghoul pack descended again – but she felt a hard knee drop to her back. It was useless. The ghouls – dozens of them – piled onto her.
The beastly humanoids had a plan. Despite a knock or two to her head, Venus knew she was being dragged off the side of the bridge – perhaps to the river, but more likely to the darkness under the abandoned structure. The Shadow Hunter struggled, elbowing a ghoul in the eye even as the necrotic monsters ripped at her armour.
It was useless but the Shadow Hunter did not stop fighting. Her vision again blurred due to repeated punches to the head but even has her thoughts swam and clouded Venus hoped that someone might notice the breadcrumb trail of adventurer’s kit from the road to the roadside below the bridge.
She could feel the cold and clammy skin of the ghouls against her flesh now. Once her armour had been removed, claw-like fingers ripped through her undergarments with ease. The ghouls were all muscles and sinew under grey and dead skin.
The Shadow Hunter was pulled off the steep edge of the road and to the drop below the bridge. The landing was not rough – a ghoul caught her, keeping the pack’s prize close by rapping its powerful arms around her. Venus could feel the ghoul’s erect cock press against the small of her back as it held her. She knew what ghouls did to captured female prisoners. The pack was buzzing with energy, there had to be upwards of a dozen of the horrible creatures – and perhaps more waiting under the bridge.
She was shattered. Almost all her energy had been used in the futile struggle. A ghoul pulled her arm back. Another, down at her feet, drooled over her now bare toes. Venus felt cold, strong, fingers squeeze the pale and supple flesh of her breast but when sharp teeth began to close – another ghoul bashed the offending mouth away. The pack, it seems, had decided not to eat her – yet.
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