Forest Dweller
"But sir, that is impossible." The man says.
"No it's not, I'm going." You say, pushing past him.
"You will not leave, sir." The man grabs your arm. You pull your arm away, walking towards the door- then realize something. Your arm is gone. When you pulled yourself away from the man, he held on so tightly that your arm ripped off. But wait- you're not strong enough to get away from a vice grip, how on earth could he manage pulling your arm off? You're bleeding profusely. You yell in agony and begin to run towards the door, but find it blocked by the same robotic humans. Instead, you turn and run angrily at the man. A woman grips onto your other arm and you feel it come loose as well, breaking off from your skin. You look at your decapitated arm in horror, then gasp as it is grabbed away by one of the hotel residents who proceeds to eat it. Your leg is grabbed onto, but you stay still- you don't want that gone too. It is too late, however... the man has eaten your other arm, and the hotel guest has sunken their teeth deep into the flesh of your leg. You cry out in agony and pull away by reflex, feeling your leg fall off of your body as you topple to the ground, a bloody stump. Your only other limb is pulled away a moment later, and as you lie as a motionless stump you watch the savage beasts slowly begin to lay themselves upon you, biting apart your flesh. You are soon left as only a head, somehow surviving. The hotel clerk grabs it and turns you to face him, and he smiles gaily.
"I told you, you will not leave." He then opens his mouth wider than a human mouth should be able to, and your last moments of life are watching his teeth get closer... closer...
"No it's not, I'm going." You say, pushing past him.
"You will not leave, sir." The man grabs your arm. You pull your arm away, walking towards the door- then realize something. Your arm is gone. When you pulled yourself away from the man, he held on so tightly that your arm ripped off. But wait- you're not strong enough to get away from a vice grip, how on earth could he manage pulling your arm off? You're bleeding profusely. You yell in agony and begin to run towards the door, but find it blocked by the same robotic humans. Instead, you turn and run angrily at the man. A woman grips onto your other arm and you feel it come loose as well, breaking off from your skin. You look at your decapitated arm in horror, then gasp as it is grabbed away by one of the hotel residents who proceeds to eat it. Your leg is grabbed onto, but you stay still- you don't want that gone too. It is too late, however... the man has eaten your other arm, and the hotel guest has sunken their teeth deep into the flesh of your leg. You cry out in agony and pull away by reflex, feeling your leg fall off of your body as you topple to the ground, a bloody stump. Your only other limb is pulled away a moment later, and as you lie as a motionless stump you watch the savage beasts slowly begin to lay themselves upon you, biting apart your flesh. You are soon left as only a head, somehow surviving. The hotel clerk grabs it and turns you to face him, and he smiles gaily.
"I told you, you will not leave." He then opens his mouth wider than a human mouth should be able to, and your last moments of life are watching his teeth get closer... closer...
