/soy/ - Soyjaks

Imagine you get up in the middle of the night, you’re half asleep, shuffling to the bathroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see something in the window, but it’s late, it’s dark out, and you don’t want to freak yourself out. The whole time while you’re peeing, you’re analyzing your brain back and forth, trying to rule out what you saw as being a weird trick of the light, or a reflection of sorts.

Reluctantly, you head back to bed, but as you shuffle back, the part of your brain that FORCES conclusion drives you to taking a solid look back at the window, something you actively try not to do this late at night living out in the country. As your heart races and your eyes dart and adjust, you tale a peak, only to find that there’s nothing there. With a relieved sigh, you continue back on to bed, heart still racing, tho now with relief, as you convince yourself that the first time your eye caught on the window, it was purely imagination, ignoring that still present voice in the back yelling for you to run.

Turning the corner through the open doorway, your nose is now the one firing off warning senses, and was your now darkness adjust eyes focus on the opposite side of the bed, you see it. With a human like posture and an aura of animalistic brevity stands a sinister looking Cobson, blood dripping from his omnivorous jaws, arms stock still at his sides. Your panicking eyes feel locked on the creature, your legs just the same, heart ready to burst from your chest, and without knowing it, you begin to let out a whimper that quickly turns to a scream as your captivated eyes make it down to the blood soaked bed where your partner lies motionless, abdomen torn to shreds, intestines spilling out, but chest still shakily rising.

If it hadn’t have been for their tongue being ripped from their mouth, they surely would have screamed to warn you, but instead they lay completely paralyzed from pain and fear alone, looking at you, begging you to help, unable to communicate. As your scream begins to build and your legs almost feel as if they may want to work, you glance back up at the bewildered Rapeson and see what appears to be a smile, accompanied with eyes that seem to be calculating and determined.

Fortunately, this is the very last thing you see as you black out, fall forward, and smash your head against the raised brick floor in front of the fireplace, an impact that kills you immediately, fortunate because Rapeson only rapes his prey if he can do so while its heart continues to beat