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Made To Stick Around... — Description
Dalilah was never one to pay attention to massive signs that said "DO NOT ENTER", especially when they appeared to be the one place she hadn't searched in the office.

"Hmmmm, 3 missing women, all last seen in this building, and there is this biiiiig, mysterious looking door that is telling me not to enter..." Dali cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at how badly hidden this all was.

That confidence was wiped out when she entered.

"...What the fuck" Was all she could say.

Before her, a corridor, and at the end, a black wall...No, that would be doing it a disservice, more like...a black, writhing, oozing mass of...Something, certainly not anything Dali had ever seen.

She stood there for a moment, transfixed on the bizarre...Creature? Device? She'd entered this place to find answers, but only had countless more questions instead, an odd feeling of smallness coming over her as she walked towards it.

Walking towards it? When had she decided to do that?

Before she had snapped out of her stupor, she found herself uncomfortably close to the wall, threatening to get whatever this thing was made of over her toes, wanting to pull back, her breathing getting funny as she tried to will herself to turn around.

"HEY!" A voice yelled behind her.

She jumped in shock. Right into the wall.

She was there for only a second, but a second was all it took.

In an instant, hands rushed out, grabbing her, quick to silence her brief scream of terror as one clamped over her mouth, the others, latching onto whatever they could, wrists, ankles, thighs, the strength of one was easily superior to that of the Egyptian, seven of them? She stood no chance.

She shrieked into the tar-like hand, the liquid entering her mouth, a disgusting taste she couldn't figure out was all she got for her efforts, wanting to gag, to spit it out, but whatever grabbed her offered her no respite.

It got worse.

She felt more of her body being covered in the substance, yet it was different to what was restraining her, more smoothly consuming her compared to the manhandling she'd been getting before.

Her eyes met the man who had surprised her.

Dalilah realized he was getting further away.

Dalilah realized she was being pulled into the wall.

"Well...I guess they want company" He said coldly, an emotionless stare meeting Dali's wide, panicked, desperate eyes, begging for help that would never come, screaming into the hand that gagged her uselessly as she felt more hands emerging to touch whatever they pleased, desperate for any sign of mercy.

She would get none. He turned away, shutting the door on his way out, leaving you alone to your fate.

What was your fate? Where were you going? Were you going to become park of this wall?

Or were you going somewhere else?

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