text: [Themes: horror]
  
  Hank looked over at Lulu one more time. She made another sound that sounded like something a buffalo would say. He looked back over at the door and decided that he did need to get out of there, but he wasn't going out that door naked. There was no telling what was in that next room. He carefully sat up, hoping that Lulu wouldn't notice the movement. He saw her hand reach around behind him, hitting the bed. She murmured, "Oh yeah, baby, let's go again."
  
  He tried not to imagine what she was suggesting, but he failed. He watched her flesh bouncing and rolling in the aftershocks of her action. He gagged a little one more time as he thought about what he must have done. He even looked over to consider how it was possible for him to have done what it seemed like he did. There were just so many rolls of fat piled on top of one another. How did he find... no, he wasn't going to think about it. He needed to get out of there, and he needed out now. If she woke up, she might grab him and once she put her weight behind it, he didn't have a chance.
  
  He swung his legs around slowly, trying not to shift his weight on the bed. He looked down where he was about to put his feet on the ground and saw a pizza box piled on top of the mounds of clothes. He slowly moved his feet around the sides of the box and looked down again. Based on the height of the bed, the mounds of clothes were at least a foot deep at the shallowest point. He wasn't sure what else he was likely to find under them, but he didn't have a lot of choice: there was nowhere that he could actually see the floor of the room. He could hear Lulu's hand wandering around the bed behind him. She called out, "Honey Pie? I'm ready for you!"
  
  Hank didn't have time. He had to move, regardless of what was out there. How did he get into this mess? He thought back and dreamily remembered the redhead. Why didn't he go for that one? Getting yelled at by her in public would have been quite a bit better than this mess. He felt the bed shift and thought for a moment it was going to collapse or flip. He jumped to his feet. He heard a crackling noise under his feet as something that sounded like it was made of aluminum crunched. He looked down, but his head was spinning at the sudden drop in blood pressure. Now his head was really pounding. Then he heard from behind me, "Hey, sweetie! Cute butt. You need to bring that cute thing over here, I'm hungry!"
  
  Now Hank was terrified. He didn't know what she could mean, but right now he was just trying to keep from passing out. His head was throbbing, but he knew he didn't have time and he couldn't really focus too well, anyway. He had already decided he was getting out of there, but now she was waking up. The clothes were piled all around, but surely his were there somewhere. But it would take some time to wallow around and find them. He looked over at the door and pondered just taking off. It would certainly be quickly, but he wasn't quite sure how far he'd get without any clothes.
  
  > forget the clothes, Hank is getting out right now.
  Hank heard the bed creak from behind him and he decided that he simply didn't have any time left. He took a final look around on the ground around him, but wherever his pants ended up, it wasn't here. Before that beast could rise from the bed, Hank headed for the door. He stepped on another pile of clothes that tipped over and almost send him flying. He kept his footing and grabbed the bedroom door to keep from falling. The door ripped off the remaining hinge and Hank let go, watching it fall to the ground. He heard Lulu yell from behind him, "Hey!" He didn't wait for more and kept moving through the door.
  
  As he stepped through the door he could see he was in what might have once been the kitchen for the trailer. There was trash piled all over the counters and the floor, so it was hard to tell what was what in the area. Fortunately there was a torn screen door to the immediate left and Hank shoved that open without taking a further inventory of the room. As the door opened he heard Lulu yell from back in the bedroom, "Bo! Attack!"
  
  Hank wasn't hanging around to meet Bo. He slammed the screen door open and jumped out the door. He made sure to shove the door back closed. He stumbled on the concrete block that was the step to get into the old, drooping trailer. The trailer was actually shaking -- apparently Lulu was moving around. Hank spotted an old, rusty red pickup truck parked next to the trailer. There was nothing else around the area: no other trailers, cars, or even paved roads. This trailer was at the end of a dirt road in a dry area with sparse trees and brown clumps of grass. On a whim, he ran to the truck. The window was rolled down and Hank reached in -- the key was in the ignition! The door creaked as Hank yanked the door open. As he jumped in the vehicle and slammed the door, he saw the screen door open and a massive dog appeared, drool flying everywhere as it ran out the door. Right behind it was the behemoth that was Lulu, filling the entire doorway and more. She was yelling at the dog, but Hank didn't wait around to find out what she was saying. Instead, he turned the key and the truck started right up. He slammed it in reverse as the barking dog reached his door. The truck slid sideways as he floor it and he yanked the gearshift into drive. Tires spun and a huge dirt cloud formed as he floored it again and headed down the dirt road, away from the dog, the trailer, and Lulu.
  
  Hank finally took a breath as the truck roared down the dirt road, not even realizing he had been holding his breath. He looked down and remembered that he didn't even have pants on, but he figured that was better than being stuck in the trailer with Lulu and that dog. He looked in the rear view mirror and could see nothing but dust, so he kept the pedal to the metal and the truck moving down the dirt road.
  
  The road was straight and led through a few groups of trees. After a couple miles, the dirt road finally ended at a tee intersection with a paved blacktop road. Hank stepped on the brakes and the cloud of dust engulfed the truck. He waited moment for it to settle and then looked at the road. It curved off away from the dirt road in both directions. It was completely clear and empty. There were no signs. Hank shrugged and decided to turn right. The tires squeaked as they left the dirt and gained traction on the pavement.
  
  He headed down the road and the truck rattled as it moved. There was nothing but scraps of trees and barren, open land around -- no signs of houses or even other trailers. Hank was a little worried about stopping anywhere, but he really didn't know where he was going, anyway. He continued to drive along the road and was suddenly interrupted when he heard the blip of a police car behind him. He had never been so relived in his life! He slammed the brakes on the car so hard the police car almost rammed him. He slapped the gearshift into park, opened the door, and jumped out of the car to run back to the police car. It was only when his bare feet hit the ground that he remembered that he was completely naked.
  
  Hank froze, and it was a good thing because the policeman jumped out of his car just as fast, and he had his gun drawn. The man was a little overweight, had on a Smokey Bear hat and mirrored sunglasses. He pointed the gun at Hank and said, "Well now, what kind of fairy do we have here?"
  
  Hank was surprised and stuttered, "K...kind of fairy? W... Wh... at?"
  
  He shook he head and started to blurt out his story, but the policeman held up his hand and lowered his gun and replied, "Oh, we's that kind o fairy, then." He nodded his head as he holstered his gun as he continued, "Do you know what we do to your kind here?"
  
  The policeman continued to walk forward and Hank backed up, running into the open door of the truck. Hank said, "No wait, you don't understand, I was captured and held..."
  
  The policeman nodded his head and pulled out a smaller device from his belt that was black and rectangular. He reached Hank, pushed the box into his chest and pressed the button. Hank's eyes rolled back into his head as 70,000 volts slammed through him momentarily. He grabbed the truck door to keep from falling and mumbled, "But, but..."
  
  There was another zap and Hank felt all his muscles start to collapse. As he was sinking to the ground he could hear the policeman say, "And in Lulu's truck I see..."
  
  Hank woke up face down on the cold ground. Before he even opened his eyes he could tell that he was still naked. He moved his arms and realized he was on cold concrete. He opened his eyes, looked around, and quickly realized that he was in a concrete jail cell. There were solid walls on two sides and walls of bars on the other two sides. There was a long bench along one of the walls and a hole in the floor in the corner. Keys rattling in the lock drew his attention. He looked over and the cell door was being opened by the policeman. The policeman smiled and said, "Oh, you're awake. Just in time, then."
  
  As he was saying that, Hank watched as the policeman shoved another man into the cell. The man was over six feet tall and solidly built. He had long, scraggly hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed in years and a brown beard to match. He was wearing a torn flannel shirt with no sleeves and completely unbuttoned in the front. The man had quite a bit of chest hair poking through the space. The man moved directly towards Hank. Hank held out his hand in greeting and the man simply replied, "Bend over..."
  
  Good reader, you did manage to help Hank completely avoid the succubus in this story. You will have to decide for yourself if that was the best choice of action, now that you know the result of those choices. There are many options in this story, so please do feel free to try again. And thank you for reading!