Arapocolypse (Part III)

As I walked through the cave it became increasingly narrow and damp, and I was beginning to worry that my makeshift torch would burn my hand. I swear I can see something in the distance, but I doubt it. But moving further along, there certainly seems to be some sort of light; it must be an opening on the other side.

Getting closer still, it doesn't seem to be an opening, but a lit room of sorts. I guess Maddie took some money with her for some lanterns, which was not something I would expect her to think of herself. Maybe she's been planning this and looked up what supplies she would need? I suppose it doesn’t matter, but at the very least it's a good sign that there isn't some rabid animal waiting for me. But something's there, something's definitely there. Maddie probably just ate something poisonous and shat her guts out.

I move close enough to get a good look inside. There's a number of electric lanterns laying on the floor along with a pack of D-batteries. There's also an inflatable mattress with-

Oh. Oh no. Oh shit. Oh dios mio. Nope with a side of nope.

  An older woman who could best be described as “voluptuous” was laying on the mattress. Her hair was blond and in a sort of bob-cut, but slightly longer. She wasn't exactly fat, but definitely on the chubby side, with her weight carried exceedingly well; perhaps a bit bottom-heavy. Her chest was no slouch, each breast being bigger than either of our heads, looking soft enough to be used as pillows and yet firm at the same time; almost as if filled with something. Her nipples were small, somewhat dark, and hard, but with the weather so cold I suppose that's to be expected.

That is Maddie. That is definitely Maddie. The Succubus disease has done its “magic” on her. I don't know how long she had it, but I know one thing: I have to get the fuck out of here, hopefully trap her in here, too. Father is going to need to hear about this, and we're going to need to move deeper into the mountains.