Dead and Horny 3
Copyright© 2026 by Annabelle Hawthorne
Chapter 1: Shipping and Handling
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Shipping and Handling - When Dana was killed and resurrected by a necromancer, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't expect to be handed a list of magical items that might cure her if she can find them. She definitely didn't expect the house succubus to come along to service her dangerous needs. And she definitely didn't expect to go head to head with an international organization dedicated to keeping magic out of human hands. One's dead, the other's horny. Expect the Unexpected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Horror Humor Mystery Time Travel Paranormal Magic non-anthro Vampires Were animal Demons Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
The building was nondescript from the outside, as plain as any other warehouse in the area. The windows had been blacked out with bars across them, which wasn’t an uncommon practice these days. There had been several break-ins over the last six months, most of them some sort of smash-and-grab.
Arnaud knew differently, though. To any passing observer, he was on a smoke break. In truth, he was watching the gated entrance of the facility and keeping an eye out for trouble. The smash and grabs had been perpetuated by his own team in order to buy or rent out as many of the buildings as possible. These were largely left empty, for the people he worked for didn’t traffic in material goods or possessions. Their tastes were far more refined and best handled away from prying eyes.
“Southeast, checking in.” The voice in Arnaud’s earpiece was soft, as if the words had been little more than a whisper. He waited as each man on patrol reported in, then flicked the ash from his cigarette when it came to his turn.
“Front gate is all clear,” he replied in French. “We’re still a go for delivery.”
“Roger.”
Roughly five minutes later, a box truck crested the hill that overlooked the secure warehouse district. Navigating the winding descent, it stopped at the bottom to check in at the front security gate. If anything felt remotely off, or if strangers were spotted roaming the area, the deal would be delayed or called off entirely and the truck would turn around. The man working the gate was one of their own, and would leave this delivery off the manifest. Camera footage would be scrubbed later, so if any sort of security audit was brought up, this delivery never happened.
Arnaud blew a thick cloud of smoke, then snorted and spat on the ground. The gate opened, allowing the truck to enter, and Arnaud headed into the warehouse to wait for the delivery.
Large bay doors opened to allow the truck inside. There were five men waiting inside, all of them former military. Arnaud had discovered long ago that the biggest source of hired help were those who had been forgotten by their own countries after the atrocities of war.
Well, that was only half true. Some of the men he hired were disciplined former soldiers who simply liked money and had no scruples. There were plenty of mercenary groups that functioned off this ideal alone. In fact, two of his most recent hires were from the recently disbanded Sons of Sin. Honestly, the name was silly, but both James and Alberto were top notch military operators. When a detective had started snooping around the warehouses, the ex-SoS had gone to his house and murdered his entire family. Sometimes, it wasn’t enough to warn people off. You had to make a point.
There was a brief burst of static over the comms. Arnaud frowned and put a finger in his ear to hear better. “Are we clear?” he asked.
“Southeast. All clear.” Each man checked in without fail. Arnaud shrugged, assuming the static was just some type of interference. It didn’t happen often, but radio equipment could be quite finicky.
The truck pulled to a stop and the bay doors were closed. A man holding a manifest got out of the cab and walked up to Arnaud. He handed the manifest over.
“Full load today,” he said. On the manifest, it looked like he was shipping pet food, and the truck was packed with it. In reality, they just shipped the animal food back and forth until it went bad. The pet food was meant to mess with cadaver dogs, but they almost never got questioned by customs. Nobody in the European Union looked twice at a dog food company.
“Thanks.” Arnaud handed the man a stack of cash. “See you in two weeks.”
The driver gave a mock salute and walked out of the warehouse where his car was waiting. Though the extra help pulling all the food out would be nice, it was the driver’s job to call back if he saw anyone coming down the long country road that led to the warehouse district.
The mercenaries shouldered their weapons and opened the truck. They tossed the bags of food down to each other, doing their best not to let them rip. A genuine shipping company would use pallets and a forklift, but the cover story was always that the forklift had broken. That way, if someone wanted a peek inside the truck, they had to reconcile the idea of lifting everything out themselves to do a proper check.
About six feet into the back of the bed, they reached the latch that opened the false bottom. The mercenaries spread out and pulled their stun guns. Arnaud’s second, a man named Emilio, twisted the ring holding the latch shut and yanked it open.
“You can crawl out or we can pull you out,” said Emilio. “You won’t like it if we pull you out.”
“Please,” said a voice from inside the trailer. “We’re all scared and hungry.”
“We’ve got plenty of food for anyone who comes out on their own,” said Arnaud. There was a long silence, followed by the sound of shuffling beneath the bed of the truck. A tiny figure stood, her features hidden by long, black hair. Emilio pulled the little girl from the hole and Arnaud moved forward to help her down. He gave her his best smile and put his hands under her armpit to lift her down.
“That’s a good girl,” he said. “What’s your name?”
The child, who was probably eight years old, sniffled. “It’s Lily,” she said, then looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you guys going to hurt us? My babysitter said you were going to cut us up and feed us to some pedophiles!”
Emilio actually chuckled. Arnaud gave the man a dirty look, then turned his attention back to Lily.
“Now, now, of course we wouldn’t let that happen.” The truth of the matter was that he wasn’t entirely sure what his clientele were going to do with the girl. All he knew was that little kids were a massive payday, and if some rich asshole in London wanted to hack up kids to eat their organs, it meant Arnaud would stay in business.
“Do you promise?”
“Cross my heart.” Arnaud ruffled the girl’s hair. “I like your dress.”
“Hey.” Emilio stomped on the hole. “Get out!”
A pale blonde crawled out of the hole and went limp on the bed of the truck. Arnaud rolled his eyes in disgust. Most likely, the guys at the dock had helped themselves to the merchandise and worn her out. It wasn’t the first time, but if he had to shoot this one, he was going to kill one of the dock workers to make an example out of them.
“You. Go.” Emilio kicked the blonde. She moaned and crawled forward, then huddled up in the corner of the truck. They could force her the rest of the way out, but if she stayed out of the way, it wouldn’t matter. One of the mercenaries slapped cuffs on her.
“This one doesn’t look so hot,” he said, grabbing her by the chin to look at her face. The blonde’s eyes were a pale gray that was almost startling to look at.
“We’ll feed her something before sending her on her way.” A couple of days worth of good food would increase the price by five figures alone. Arnaud never understood why so many traffickers got lazy about that kind of thing. The people who bought slaves paid a premium for the pleasure of breaking them, after all. “Get the next one out.”
Emilio held his stun gun close to his chest and hopped into the hole. “C’mon, everyone, let’s go.”
“Oh!” Lily tugged at Arnaud’s hand. “I forgot my dolly in there!”
He chuckled and ruffled her hair again. “You remind me of my own daughter,” he said. “Of course we’ll get your doll for you.”
“Thank you!” Lily hugged him so tightly that she accidentally pinched his leg through the fabric. “I wanted to bring her out with me, but she sent me out first to make sure that nobody ran away.”
“Yeah, kid, whatever.” Arnaud twisted a lock of Lily’s hair around his fingers. If he got some pictures of her in pigtails, he could probably raise her price by ten percent.
“What the—” Emilio shouted from inside the truck, then fired an actual gun. The other mercenaries switched to live ammo and pointed various guns at the back of the truck. The blonde screamed and threw herself out of the vehicle, hitting the ground and rolling away. Emilio discharged two more rounds, then cried out in panic.
“What the hell?” Arnaud grabbed Lily by the top of the hair and backed away from the truck. He didn’t want her running off. Usually the girls in the truck were drugged, but sometimes adrenaline kicked in and one or two snapped out early. It was a hard balance sedating shipments. On more than one occasion, Arnaud had lost thousands of dollars because someone died in transit.
The temperature in the warehouse dropped as if the AC had kicked into overdrive. From inside the truck, somebody giggled. James, who stood nearby with his pistol drawn, went completely white and sprinted away from the truck in terror.
“Where the fuck are you going?” shouted Arnaud. When he turned back toward the truck, he was surprised to see that Alberto was also running in the opposite direction. “Hey. HEY!”
“Peekaboo!” A ghastly child-like voice came from the back of the truck. A doll levitated up from the secret compartment, its face and dress covered in blood. In each hand was a human eye, which it held up in front of its face like a pair of binoculars. “I see you!”
Arnaud made it four steps before tripping on Lily and falling onto the concrete. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to get back onto his feet, but could barely keep his eyes open through the muted sound of gunfire.
“C’mon, mister!” Lily stood by the bay doors, waving him on. “If you hurry up, she won’t eat your face!”
“I don’ wan’ mah face eaten.” Arnaud’s mouth felt like it was full of cotton. The ground was somehow slippery enough that he couldn’t quite get on his feet, yet he didn’t dare turn back. The feeling of impending dread told him that he needed to run as fast as he could, no matter what.
“C’mon, c’mon!” Lily hopped up and down while clapping her hands. “My dolly can only chase one person at a time!”
“Fuck your dolly,” Arnaud muttered, strength filling his limbs. Suddenly able to stand, he bolted past Lily and ran away from the warehouse. His lungs felt like they were going to burst. He hadn’t run this fast since he was a teenager yanking purses from tourists. The slap of his feet on cement created a staccato rhythm that filled his ears as he sprinted out onto the country road.
Arnaud managed to hitch a ride with someone once he was a couple miles out. He pulled out his cellphone, but kept mistyping his password and got locked out. Thinking this was strange, he chalked it up to the adrenaline running through his body and leaned back in his car seat.
What had happened back there? For a few months now, there had been rumors of strange things around the world, paranormal-type occurrences that all started when some terrorists burned down most of Maui. Still, that had been an American issue. Most of the rumors revolved around mysterious sightings of mythical beasts, or miracles occurring in plain sight. What he had just seen was more of a horror movie, a nightmare that would haunt him for days to come.
He was so tired that he didn’t remember getting dropped off at home. Stumbling into his house, he sat down at the table and put his face in his hands.
“Papa, is everything okay?”
Arnaud parted his hands and saw that his daughter Esme sat across from him. She was busy picking apart a pastry and eating it.
“When ... did you get...” Arnaud looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was now dinnertime. The smell of fresh-cooked pasta wafted from the kitchen and he heard his wife singing.
“You fell asleep at the table,” said Esme. She smiled at him. “I was telling you about my day.”
“Right, right. Um...” Blinking his eyes in surprise, he pulled out his phone. There were a few text messages on his screen from the men he worked with, all of them checking in to let him know that the deliveries had been made. The most important notification was the one from his bank account. A recent deposit had been made.
“Did Daddy fall asleep at the table again?” His wife stepped out of the kitchen with a pitcher of water. Arnaud hastily pocketed his phone. His wife assumed he was just in the shipping industry and he didn’t want her reading any of the texts over his shoulder.
“He did.” Esme picked at her pastry. Her mother slapped at her hand playfully.
“You’ll spoil your appetite,” she said with a smile.
Esme, an ever-rebellious teen, stuck out her tongue. Arnaud’s wife laughed, then bent over to give her husband a hug.
“Speaking of appetites,” she whispered in his ear. “I want you to do me in the ass tonight.”
Arnaud’s heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at his wife in shock. “But ... it isn’t my birthday...” he whispered back.
“Oh, I know,” she replied, keeping her voice low. “But recently, I’ve been really into it. The last couple of weeks, I’ve been shoving things in my ass to stretch it out and be ready for you.”
Arnaud’s cock was suddenly rock hard. Fucking his wife in the ass was easily one of his favorite things in the world. Having her facedown and crying out in agony as he pummeled her tight little asshole made him—
“No. No ass fucking,” said Esme.
“What?” Arnaud looked at his daughter in horror. “What did you just say?”
“No ass fucking,” said Esme. “This one is mine.”
“Like hell he is,” his wife replied. “We had an agreement. Those two guys from the SoS are all yours, but I get to have this one.”
“Wait, what are you—” Arnaud was cut off by a hand that clapped over his mouth.
“You shouldn’t even be in here,” said his wife accusingly. “This was a perfectly happy little fantasy I cooked up and now I’ll need to start over from scratch!”
“MINE!” Esme shouted, then stretched her arms toward Arnaud. “GIMME! GIMME!”
Arnaud pulled the hand off his mouth and stood. “Esme, what has gotten into you?”
“A girl’s gotta eat.” His wife crossed her arms and glowered, her eyes glowing. “We had a deal.”
“A VERBAL AGREEMENT IS ONLY AS GOOD AS THE PAPER IT WAS WRITTEN ON!” Esme cackled, ripping her pastry in half. Instead of fruit filling, blood poured out of it. “AND WE LIVE IN A DIGITAL SOCIETY!”
“You tiny fucking bitch. I should have known you’d pull this shit at the last second.” His wife shook her head and turned to face him. “Good luck, asshole.”
“Wait, what?” Arnaud watched his wife’s eyes roll up in her head for just a moment. When she dropped her gaze once more, her pupils had been replaced with buttons.
“Honey, it’s almost time for dinner,” she said, then held up a knife. “I just need to de-bone the fish!”
Arnaud screamed.
Lily let go of the man on the ground and scowled, her tail whipping back and forth in irritation. She looked over at the truck and saw Jenny the doll hovering in the air just outside the vehicle.
“If you’re going to steal all my snacks, then I’m going to stop bringing you on away missions.”
The doll said nothing. The spirit that inhabited it was fully inside Arnaud’s mind right now, and the man was shrieking in his sleep, his body contorting. Lily placed a finger on his forehead to take a peek at what kind of hell Jenny hath wrought upon the man.
Lily only watched for a split second and broke the connection. “That’s really fucked up,” she muttered.
“Hey!” Dana had already broken free of her cuffs and knocked out the remaining gunman. “Those SoS guys are getting away. I can only chase down one of them.”
“Fine, fine.” Lily shook her head in disappointment. “I guess I’m everybody’s bitch today.”
Dana turned in the direction that Alberto had run and broke into a sprint. She would likely catch the man soon, for she would never tire. Lily watched Dana go, then turned in the direction that James had run. With a single thought, she transformed from a child into an adult wearing a jogging outfit. Much like Dana, she could run much faster than a human could. Unlike Dana, she would absolutely toy with her prey.
She didn’t bother shouting for James. It would be far funnier if she could catch up to him first, maybe flirt a little before dragging him back. The mercenary hadn’t gotten very far, but he obviously heard Lily’s footfalls by the time she was about two hundred feet back. When he looked over his shoulder, Lily transformed a handful of her essence into a replica of Jenny’s doll.
“Hey, James!” She held up the lifeless doll. “You left your—”
The man turned and opened fire. She hadn’t expected expert marksmanship at this range as the bullet snapped her head back so hard that she was effectively clotheslined. The succubus hit the ground with a loud oof, then stared at the sky as blood leaked out of the hole in her head.
“It’s just not my day, apparently.” Lily stared at the clouds above and sighed. She turned her head to the side and spat out the bullet, then stood. After fingering the hole in her head, she decided to leave it. If James was going to insist on shooting her, she may as well scare the shit out of him, too.
She dropped the fake doll, which turned into smoke that reeked of sulfur upon impact with the ground. Taking two steps forward, her large, bat-like wings ripped free of her back in a gory display as she launched herself into the sky. Expecting gunfire this time, Lily chased after James, cackling maniacally as he turned to open fire on her once again.
To his credit, he didn’t scream. By the time she caught up with him, she actually had to stop him from putting the barrel of the pistol into his mouth.
“Now, now,” she said, yanking the gun away. “Nobody gets off that—gimme that.” Lily snatched away a grenade, then broke his wrist to keep him from pulling the pin on another.
“Please, don’t,” he begged. “Don’t let her get me.”
“All this drama over a child’s toy,” she muttered. “It’s not even Black Friday.” Lily stabbed the man with her tail, pumping him full of venom that would knock him out. The last thing she wanted was for him to find a way to kill himself on the way back. In truth, he would be the fourth SoS member who had taken his own life rather than deal with Jenny. The psychotic spirit was clearly a master of her craft, and Lily was more than a little jealous that she had missed the show.
Lily made it back before Dana did. She laid the man against the truck and placed her fingers on his temples to sift through his memories.
“Don’t you dare eat him,” whispered Jenny in her mind.
“I’m getting intel first,” Lily replied. Hunting down the SoS had become a bit of an obsession for Jenny, who was still extremely pissed that the mercenaries had taken Grace and Callisto. The tentative agreement was that Lily was allowed to extract whatever memories she could for the purpose of hunting the others. Their biggest target was a man named Dirk, who had apparently survived the slaughter at the secret underground bunker. The man had become a ghost, covering his tracks so well that Eulalie hadn’t even picked him up on a random street camera anywhere on the globe.
“He’s mine,” Jenny whispered. “Mine, mine, mine, mine—”
“I get it, Tickle-Me Elmo. Now shut the fuck up.” Lily didn’t bother scowling in the doll’s direction. In truth, Jenny’s spirit could be anywhere in the vicinity. Ever since the witch who had imprisoned her soul had disconnected her, the spirit had been able to wander and manifest as she pleased.
By the time she had pulled anything of use from James, Dana had arrived with Alberto. The man’s face was swollen, and Dana’s shirt was covered in blood.
“Ah. Looks like you took a few loads to the chest.” Lily smirked at Dana. “I take it your date put out.”
“You’ve got a hole in your face.” Dana dropped Alberto on the ground.
Lily laughed. She had forgotten about that. With no effort at all, she made her skull whole again. “So did you get the license of the truck that hit him?”
“He’s not that bad,” countered Dana. “Sure, he resisted a bit. It was nothing a little percussive persuasion couldn’t fix.”
Lily nodded, then moved over to where Arnaud was. The man was babbling incoherently and his limbs had been broken. “Did you do this?” she asked Jenny.
“He did it himself.” Jenny giggled. “He should have stretched first,” she sang.
Lily pulled the earpiece from Arnaud’s ear. She was more than a little surprised nobody else had shown up. Speaking in Arnaud’s voice, she sent out the order for the men watching the perimeter to come in.
“We heard gunfire,” said the man watching the southeast gate.
“Shipment got feisty,” Lily replied as Arnaud. “Now get your ass back here, Santiago.” The man’s name wasn’t Santiago. It was, however, code for ‘everything is fine.’ They had a few innocuous names that Arnaud could drop, letting them know if they’d been raided or if the authorities were present.
Lily took on Arnaud’s appearance as the actual man was levitated into the air by Jenny and dropped into the secret compartment inside the truck. When Lily had allowed herself to be abducted, it had been easy enough to get ahold of Eulalie. With a bit of help from Dana, the three of them had triangulated the truck’s position, allowing the Arachne’s portal-chewing rats to open one inside of the compartment. The other victims had been put to sleep and removed through the portal, most of them already waking up safely in their homes. Dana and Jenny had joined Lily in the bed of the truck, and had waited for almost two days for it to be opened.
They never would have known about this outfit if not for James and Alberto’s involvement. They had pulled that little nugget out of a mercenary named Pascal almost two weeks ago.
The men were loaded into the vehicle’s secret compartment by Jenny before the perimeter team arrived. Lily greeted each of them with a handshake and a sting before tossing them in with the others. This netted them three more men and two women, all of them shitty people who absolutely qualified for having their souls devoured. Sadly, Jenny was feeling particularly possessive of this group, which meant no food for the succubus.
Today, at least. Not like Lily was feeling hungry. She hadn’t feasted this well in, well, ever. There had been no shortage of people to eat. In fact, she had enough souls in her gut right now that it was like carrying around an army of her own. She patted her belly and commanded all the souls inside to tear off each other’s faces. That would give them something to do.
Lily pulled out her phone and started sending texts to Eulalie, intel she had pulled from everybody’s head. The Arachne would know what to do with it.
“Alright, everyone is in.” Dana looked at Jenny. “So what are we going to do with them?”
The doll cackled. “We’re going to play a game.”
“Of course you are.” Dana moved to the closest wall and sat against it. She pulled a pair of forceps out of her pocket. “Hey,” she said to Lily. “Want to play Operation and pull a couple of bullets out of me?”
“Only if you make the buzzing sounds.” Lily knelt in front of Dana and got to work. The zombie wasn’t actively bleeding right now, which meant they wouldn’t make a mess. The forceps went into Dana’s ribs, and Lily dug around for a couple of minutes before pulling the bullet out. She winked at Dana and ate the bullet covered in zombie blood. It would sit in her gut until she could properly dispose of it in a special biohazard bucket they kept at home, or maybe spit it straight into the lava pool in Di’s lair. The dragon would yell at her, but she wouldn’t really mean it.
Well, not usually, anyway. Lily had been blasted with dragonfire more than a few times recently. There was also the time Di got mad and ate her. That had been on a lazy Sunday night, and Lily had been curious enough to stay inside the dragon’s belly. Apparently a dragon of Di’s size did, in fact, eat large boulders to aid in digestion. However, even a succubus had to have a little class, and Lily had bailed on the experience before moving on to the intestines.
“Bzzt!” hissed Dana as one side of her face went limp.
“Shit, struck a nerve.” Lily backed up the forceps and waited for the nerve to regenerate.
“Were you just grabbing at whatever?” asked Dana.
“Got distracted is all.” Lily shook her head. “I can usually do this in my sleep.”
“Distracted by what? It’s not like those guys were shipping dicks.” Dana’s eye drooped as Lily yanked on the nerve on purpose. “Bitch,” the zombie muttered.
“Serves you right.” Lily felt the forceps clink against metal and pulled out the remaining bullet, which joined the other in her belly. She pulled a bandaid out of her pocket and stuck it to Dana’s forehead. “There. All better.”
Dana rolled her eyes and stood. The pair looked over at the truck. Jenny had left the hatch open and was packing it with loose dog food. The kibble had filled most of the hole. More bags were opened, the overflow filling the cargo bed with dry food.
“Are you going to ask?” whispered Lily.
“Fuck, no,” replied Dana in a hushed tone. “I don’t really want to know.” After a few minutes of this, they heard someone shout from inside the truck, followed by banging on the metal.
“I’ll tell you all the rules once everyone is awake!” Jenny’s voice boomed in Lily’s head. The people inside the truck started shouting.
“She’s piling the empty bags under the truck,” said Dana. It wasn’t just empty bags, either. Several full bags were put there as well. “What are those for?”
“The girl is an artist, “ replied Lily. “Don’t bother interpreting the piece before she finishes it.”
“I’m going outside.” Dana stood up and walked off in the direction she had chased James. “Need to wipe up some of my blood. I really don’t want to see this, I’ll have to remember it forever.”
“You can’t know that.”
Dana fixed Lily with a stare, then flipped her off. The succubus laughed and shooed her off with a hand. The only reason Lily was sticking around was for ideas.
“YOU’RE ALL AWAKE!” Jenny’s voice was a booming whisper. “IT’S TIME FOR A FRIENDLY COMPETITION!”
“Fuck you!” someone shouted from inside the truck.
“I hope you’re hungry.” Jenny hovered out of the cargo bed and the door slammed shut. “This is a team game, so communication will be very important.”
“What’s going on?” someone cried.
“Let us out,” shouted another.
“Aw, you all sound so sad.” Jenny’s spirit briefly manifested above the doll, her hair wild and pulled away from her face. The spirit’s facial features were stretched impossibly wide, her mouth taking up a majority of her face. “I’m going to treat you WAY better than the people you’ve been abducting.”
“I’ll give you money! Please, I have kids!”
Jenny chuckled. The temperature in the room plummeted further.
“Today’s game is an eating competition!” Jenny leaned down and clapped the hands of her doll together. “The prize for winning is you get to live!”
“Ooh, this is already so fucked up.” Lily’s tail curled beneath her and went rigid, allowing her to use it like a stool. She crossed her arms.
The people inside the truck pounded on the metal. In that space, they had only three feet of clearance, which meant they were crawling around on their hands and knees. If they worked together, they could try and move the loose food packed into the entrance toward the back of the hidden compartment, but that would just cause more food to pour in.
“Oh! Oh! I almost forgot!” Jenny cackled and the fuel lines beneath the truck ripped free. “We have to start the timer!”
“There it is,” muttered Lily as the food under the truck was soaked in gasoline. The truck didn’t seem to have much in it, but it seemed like it was going to act more like a starter than anything else. A cigarette lighter from inside the cab levitated out and dropped onto one of the loose dog food bags. The combination of fuel and paper ignited rather quickly, causing the screams inside of the truck to intensify.
“EAT OR DIE! EAT OR DIE!” Jenny’s spirit disappeared, leaving the doll behind. The tiny figure pumped her arms enthusiastically, the ghost pulling energy from the flames to sustain her own presence as well as create a controlled burn.
Lily just shook her head as the people inside tried to fight for their freedom.
Eventually, the screams died down. Not because anyone had died, but because they were too busy eating dog food in an attempt to live.
“That’s right!” shouted Jenny. “Eat that shit like the animals that you are!” The doll fell to the ground and danced in the light of the flames.
“Fucking hell,” muttered Lily as dark smoke piled against the roof of the warehouse. Eventually, the metal belly of the truck became too hot to touch, and the screaming started all over again. Without a second thought, Lily popped in a pair of earbuds and pulled up some music on her phone.
Even she didn’t want to listen to this.