"God Damn! How is she so Strong?" Henrietta thought as she was grabbed ans subsequently stripped by this masked ... thing. She shivers as the fresh air brushes against her erect nipples and large areolas. She shakes with all her might to try and escape the monster's grasp. "Of course you go for the black woman first. Can't let a sister survive a horror flick" She screamed trying to wiggle free. That's when the whispers started again. Henriette didn't responded ... verbally. But the young screen writer could feel her lower lips continue to moisten. The assailants oddly calming voice only made things worst. It reminded Henrietta of her grandmother. Her eyes grew heavy as she struggled less.
That was until she began the feel the presence of other people around her. There was even someone close by. She could call for help. But this thing was too strong. If she called for help, they might end up getting captured as well. Instead, she stayed quiet trying to keep the monster's attention on her. "H-Hey, instead of these hands why don't we have some fun" Henrietta said holding up her chest with her arms and presenting herself to strange creature.