Ashley

The light shining in from my window finally pulled me from my slumber as I groggily rolled over to avoid the harsh light.  I glanced at my clock through barely open eyes and saw that it was already 8:23 am.  I was so late for work it wasn't even funny, but for some reason, I wasn't too concerned.  I reached for where my phone should be charging on my nightstand but it was not there.  My memories of last night came flooding back to me.  

I could feel my pussy twitch in response to the memories of last night.  My mind was craving more from my master, I needed more release.  I slowly sat up in my bed and let my feet rest on the carpeted floor.  After a few deep breaths, I got up and made my way downstairs, passing my discarded clothes from the night prior.  

I reached my kitchen and quickly found my purse laying haphazardly where I had left it.  I pulled my phone out of the purse and saw that the battery was dead on it.  With a dejected sigh, I grabbed the phone while pulling a glass from a cabinet.  I filled the glass with water from my fridge while I leaned against it.  I drank the entire glass in a matter of seconds and quickly filled it up again.  

Then I made my way back upstairs, telling myself I would deal with the clothes later.  Once back in my bedroom I placed my glass of water on the nightstand and plugged my phone in to charge.  I laid back down and rested my sore body while thinking back to the words of my master and the pleasures he had blessed me with.  I checked my phone and saw that it had enough power to turn it back on.  

I held down the power button and my phone began to boot up.  After a few moments my phone booted and the various sounds of notifications began to rattle off.  I went to my phone application and called Stan my boss.  It rang a few times before he answered.  

"Hi Stan, I am so sorry that I am calling so late in the morning but I must have slept through my alarm.  I must have come down with something and I won't be able to come in today.  I have my laptop here and I can try to get on to get some stuff done today if I feel well enough."

"Well, that's not good.  I hope you start feeling better soon and if you aren't feeling well don't worry about working, just rest."

"Thanks, Stan, I am going to do my best."  Something in the back of my mind told me that that was far from the truth.  

I hung up the phone and put it back on the nightstand as I laid back in bed.  I was only there for a few moments before my master called to me.  His strong commanding voice resonated in my head, stirring up lust, obedience, and desire.

"Come to me, my slave."

As if my body was acting on its own, I threw myself out of the bed, wrapped myself in my blanket, and made my way to the bathroom.  Once there I positioned myself in the middle of the mirror for my master to see me.  Looking at myself wrapped in the blanket, staring with longing at the mirror was comforting to me for some reason.  I could feel the slime and juices that had pooled on my bathroom floor beneath my feet.  The slime's effects did not seem to fade after time as my feet began to feel warm and tingly.  

"Drop your coverings, you do not hide from me."

No sooner had my master finished speaking, the blanket was on the ground as I stood before the mirror and my master completely nude.  I was completely defenseless and at the mercy of my master.  This did not scare me or bother me, it actually made me feel at peace and safe.  As if this was meant to be and was right.  

The mirror before me flexed in the middle as the thickest tentacle I had seen yet pushed its way through the liquid surface.  This tentacle had to be at least ten inches in diameter as more and more of its length appeared.  At least ten feet of this tentacle had pushed itself through the mirror and was now twisting through the air in my bathroom.  The bathroom lights reflecting off of its surface.

"You will serve me well.  You will give me what I need and in return, I will give you the pleasures that your mind cannot fathom."

As my master spoke in my head the thick tentacle curled in the air and headed towards my abdomen.  It moved to my left side and wrapped itself around the back of my waist before continuing to slither around towards the front of my body.  Once it had reached my right hip it angled upwards and traveled between my exposed breasts.   

The tentacle then wrapped itself around the back of my neck following through to the front creating a loop with my neck in the center of it.  The tip of the tentacle ended with an extra foot of its length next to the left side of my face which my master used to stroke my cheek and face, tracing slight lines of slime on my face.  My body was now held in a loose corkscrew-like embrace.  My master tightened the coil around my neck slightly as a reminder once again that he controlled me and I was his to do with as he saw fit.  

Through all of this, I didn't move or flinch, there was nothing to fight.  This was my life, this was my purpose.  To serve my master, to give him all he desires.  I wanted to finger myself or rub more of the slime across my body but my master had not told me that I could, so I stood there motionless and hopeful.  

"You are my first slave, you shall feed me and guard me with your life.  You are a mere pet to me and if you obey me you shall be rewarded.  Should you disobey me, I assure you that it will only happen once."

"Yes, my Master.  I will feed you and ensure no harm ever comes to you.  I could never imagine disobeying you."

"Good slave.  I have learned much of this world from you and I see its great potential.  One slave is not enough to feed me, I require more."

"How many more do you require, Master?"

"The entire species will do nicely.  You are quite evolved and clearly a great source of energy. 

"Anything for you.  Just tell me what you desire me to do."  As I spoke these words I began to feel that ache in my pussy, the arousal, and growing need.  

"You will find another to join as a slave."

My mind raced with possibilities on how to provide what my master desired.  How would I bring this up with someone else?  How could I get them to submit as I had?  Would trying land me in some sort of an asylum? 

As I thought, I failed to notice the new tentacles pushing through the mirror.  Soon, my feet had left the ground as the thick tentacle effortlessly lifted my body.  I hung there in my Master's embrace. 

"I will find you another slave, my Master."

Those words were rewarded with one of the tentacles positioning itself in front of my mouth.  As I opened my mouth it pushed into it, and my head began to bob on its length.  The tentacle in my mouth squirted from its tip some of the slime, coating my mouth and greedily being swallowed by me.  The effects of the slime soon followed.

Another tentacle began to rub itself between my lips, which had to be wet by now.  The mixture of my wetness and slime made it difficult to tell.  The slow and rhythmic back and forth motion soon got my hips into a matching motion.  I couldn't believe that I had ever tried to fight this, how foolish I had been. 

I dangled there as the tentacle teased me and made me desire its length buried between my legs, pumping until I passed out again.  The tentacle stopped though.  My Master had to feel my disappointment and confusion as I hung there. 

"You will be rewarded when you bring me another slave."

Without another word, my Master put me back on the ground and unwrapped himself from my body.  My body was already sexually charged now and I needed to feed it, but I knew I would be incapable of taking care of it myself.  I needed my Master for that.  He was the only one who could provide me with what I needed, he would always be the only one who could provide me with what I needed.

With my Master's task at hand, I focused my mind and began to try and figure out how I could get another slave.  I don't think I could kidnap someone off the street, I might get caught and then separated from my Master.  No, it would have to be stealthy and clean. 

Maybe I could hire a prostitute and present them to my Master.  That couldn't work, I don't know where I would even go to pick up a prostitute.  What if it was an undercover cop and they arrested me, I'd be separated again.  Do the police really do sting operations posing as prostitutes or is that just on TV and the movies?  I didn't know but I quickly abandoned that plan as unfeasible.

It would have to be someone who could be absent for a period of time.  I would have to do it somewhere that was safe and away from prying eyes.  It would have to draw little to no attention, so it can't stand out at all.  As I paced my bathroom with my mind racing, my Master's appendage hovered in the air.

My sexual desire was doing nothing to help me form clear thoughts or plans.  The desire I felt though was driving me as quickly as possible towards finding a solution.  Then a plan emerged from the charged fog of my mind, forming into the perfect course of action.  I smiled at having figured it out and my Master must have known that as he gave me a small amount of sexual release, not enough for an orgasm but enough to satisfy me for now.

I quickly exited my bathroom, grabbing my phone as I sat on my bed.  I scrolled through the list of names until I came upon the one I was looking for.  I tapped the name and hit the call button.  It rang a few times before it was answered. 

"Hey, how's it going?" the voice on the call asked.

"Hi, Rachel!  I was sitting here this morning and I feel like it has been so long since I've seen you.  Are you busy after work today?"

"Umm, I'm not sure.  Let me quickly check my calendar."

Ashley could hear the phone being taken away from Rachel's ear and the sounds of tapping on the screen as she likely was checking her calendar app.

"Hey, so it looks like I don't have anything tonight but I might want to just go home and relax.  It has been a really long week and I think I need to just decompress a bit," said Rachel.

"Well if you're looking to relax, I know I've got the perfect thing for you here," I said coyly. 

"Oh yeah?  What might that be?"

"A very nice bottle of Pinot Noir and two wine glasses, one of which would remain empty tonight if I was alone."  I knew the wine would entice her and hopefully, it would be enough to change her mind.  There was a silent pause on the line.

"Ugh, alright.  I guess if you're going to twist my arm," she said jokingly. 

"Perfect!  I'll see you around five at my place."  I could barely hold back the excitement in my voice.  It worked. 

"You best be ready though because I am definitely going to talk about my breakup after a glass or two.  It also would be good to vent about this week at work.  Sometimes I feel like the only person working hard and doing my job."

"That sounds perfect,"  my smile spreading wider across my face.

We made some more small talk for a few minutes before we hung up.  It was working I thought as I jumped up and down a few times.  Then the reality of what needed to be done began to settle in.  I would need to plan and prepare for tonight.  How does one organically enslave another human being to a tentacled monster that appears through mirrors?  I'd figure it out as I began running around my room throwing together an outfit.

I tidied myself in the mirror, applied some makeup, and put my hair in a tight ponytail.  I made a mental note to figure out what my Master liked me to look like.  A pulse of pleasure shot through me which I took as approval for my look.  I gathered my purse and threw my phone into it.  I made it to the garage door before realizing that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and I certainly burned a few calories since then. 

I couldn't delay my mission as time was already against me.  I opened the pantry and quickly scanned through the shelves trying to find something.  I saw what would work and grabbed a large handful of protein bars and tossed the bars into my purse and headed to the garage.  Soon enough I was on the road, fulfilling my purpose. 

I pulled into the parking lot of the first store I could think of.  My sundress blew lightly in the breeze as I exited my car.  The sun felt so good against my skin, I momentarily extended my arms and basked in its warmth.  Then I was right back to the task at hand. 

I walked through the automatic doors and headed straight to the service counter.  A young man was manning the counter who looked to be in his early twenties.  Probably a college student earning some summer cash.  I kindly greeted him and inquired if I could get some help finding an item.  I crossed my arms on the counter and leaned forward so that my chest rested on my arms. 

That certainly got the young man's attention as I watched him stare a few seconds too long, but I didn't say anything.  He said he would be happy to help me and I let him know what I was looking for.  As he left the counter and began leading me to the aisle I couldn't help but wonder if the lust he was feeling could even come close to what was burning white-hot in my body. 

We stopped at an aisle towards the back of the store and he pointed out what I had been looking for.  He began to walk away and I stopped him asking for him to stay and help me a bit more.  It was clear he didn't mind spending a little extra time around me. 

I walked down the aisle glancing from side to side looking at the items.  At one point, I stopped a few feet in front of the employee with my legs together.  I then bent at my waist to look at an item that was closer to the ground.  Allowing my dress to pull up along the back of my legs exposing more of them.  Soon, I stopped in front of one of the larger items.

"Is this the biggest one you have?"

"Umm, I'm not really sure I could probably check but it looks like the biggest one we have."

"It will have to do then.  I will take as many as you can fit into my car. 

"Um, ma'am, we don't really do that.  You'd have to choose a number to ring up."

I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides.  I was standing close enough to him to entice him yet not invade his space.  Straddling the line trying to convince him.  With the thought of straddling, my mind envisioned myself later tonight straddling one of the strong tentacles between my legs.  My body being penetrated and myself lost in bliss.  Focus, I needed to focus.

"I'm sure you can help me out," I said as I ran one of my hands down the length of his arm.  A noticeable erection had formed in his pants as I inwardly smiled at my effect on this man. 

"I guess I can help you, just give me a second to get one of our carts from the back."

With that, he waddled away from me, surely trying to hide his erection.  I stood there in the aisle glad that the plan was coming together.  He returned shortly with a cart and began stacking the items on top of it.  His erection was noticeably absent, which led me to wonder if he had taken care of himself before coming back to help. 

Once he had stacked six tall he began pushing the cart with me leading the way.  I might have emphasized the swinging of my hips a bit for his enjoyment.  I grabbed my keys from my purse and unlocked my car.  The man spent a minute trying to figure out how he was going to manage this.  I didn't want to hurt his pride but this was clearly going to take too long otherwise. 

I asked him to step aside and popped open my trunk.  Then I leaned over and into the trunk, pulling the seat release.  I then bent over further and really had to lean into my trunk to reach the back of the rear seats and push on them.  Bent over like this I knew I was giving one hell of a show.  I could feel that my dress had pulled up pretty high on my legs and the breeze was absolutely lifting the dress enough to show off my panties and ass.

I could feel the laser focus of the man behind me, thankfully they were not real lasers or my ass would be burning up right now.  I managed to push the seats down and removed myself from the trunk.  As I straightened myself I saw him try to quickly avert his gaze but was too slow. 

"There you go, all ready for you."

With that, he began to lift the items and stack them in the trunk extending into the back of my car.  He managed to fit all six of them, I was so relieved.  I closed my trunk and headed back inside with the man.  After purchasing the items, I headed back to my car and then home. 

I was elated as I pulled into my garage.  Parking my car, I popped my trunk and grabbed the first item, pulling it out.  I entered my house carrying the item and needed to figure out where exactly to place these to maximize their effect.  I brought the first one to my living room and laid it on the ground.  I lifted my couch a few inches off the ground and slid the first item under the couch.  I gently put the couch back down and went for the next item. 

When I had placed all six items, I had worked up a sweat and saw that there were only a few more hours until Rachel was supposed to be over.  I would need to shower and get ready.  Perhaps there was some time for my Master to use me. 

I shed my sundress, tossing it onto my bed, and made it into the bathroom.  I stood in front of the mirror, the fires of lust burning within my eyes.  I thought that I wanted to be used and that I was here for my Master.  I wanted to will the tentacles to appear and wrap around my body, but they did not.  The disappointment spread almost instantly but my task had not been completed.  Then and only then. 

Once I was showered and shaved, I felt so good.  I decided to do some curls in my hair so I plugged in my iron.  What felt like an eternity later I had my hair done and my makeup lightly applied.  I grabbed a top that showed a modest amount of cleavage and some tight leggings.  I still had some time to spare. 

I grabbed some ingredients from my fridge and pantry.  I started preparing some Mediterranean Flatbreads.  I began cutting some zucchini, and asparagus.  When I finished cutting the ingredients I heard my doorbell ring.  She was here!

I scampered to the front door and opened it to Rachel.  We both smiled and hugged each other while exchanging greetings.  I led her into my home and directed her to my Living Room.  I told her to settle on the couch and that I was finishing up some snacks for us. 

I put the flatbreads into the oven for five minutes and then spread garlic oil onto them while sprinkling the remaining ingredients on top.  I carried the tray back to the Living Room and placed it on the coffee table. 

"Oh my God, that smells so good!" said Rachel.

"Please, help yourself."

Rachel grabbed one and started eating it letting out a little moan as she ate it.  I realized that I had forgotten to bring out the wine.

"Enjoy that while I go grab the bottle of wine."

I headed back to the kitchen and grabbed my nicest bottle of Pinot Noir.  I uncorked it and poured two glasses.  I carried it back and handed one to Rachel smiling. 

"Oh thank God.  I definitely need this."

"So tell me about this breakup.  I feel like we haven't talked since it happened."

"Yes, it has been too long.  Life got so busy.  So I don't really know where to start.  We started having some small issues here or there, which were fine and normal.  Then little things that hadn't bothered us before started bothering us.  We started getting into more arguments and I think we just drifted apart."

"Well that just means you haven't found the right person, but you'll know when they find you.  You'll feel it in your entire being and there won't be any doubt about it.  You will wonder how you could have ever lived without them."

"Well I certainly wish I could find someone like that, but I guess I haven't met the right person."

The conversation continued for a while along the same topic, Rachel talking about the relationship and work.  I listened and conversed.  Finally, Rachel had finished with her second glass of wine.  I took the empty glass from her hand and stood up.

"Okay, but seriously only one more."

I gave her a quick look over my shoulder and gave her a wink.

"I'm serious," she called out behind me. 

Once I was in the kitchen, I made sure that Rachel hadn't moved.  I pulled out the small mirror I kept in my bathroom and laid it on the counter.  Please let this work.  This had been the only part of the plan that I could not control, it all depended on my Master. 

I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured a little under half a glass.  I now looked at the mirror hoping my Master was there.  A few seconds passed and then the surface of the mirror rippled.  A long black tendril extended through the mirror.  It twisted itself until it was right above the glass of wine.  I watched as a small opening appeared at the tip of the tentacle and began to shoot some of its slime into the glass. 

After a few squirts, the tentacle retreated back to the mirror, my heart sinking slightly at the complete lack of attention.  I needed to stay focused though.  I had to get this right.  I opened my utensil drawer and pulled out a spoon.  I began stirring the wine hoping that the slime would dissolve enough to not be noticeable.  I was in luck, after a bit of stirring the slime was hardly noticeable.

I returned to Rachel and handed her the new glass, which she gladly took.  She continued on the topic I had left on.  All I could focus on was the glass in her hand.  I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and I felt like I was holding my breath.  Finally, she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.  The moment of truth. 

She took a small sip and brought the glass away from her mouth.  A slightly puzzled look on her face. 

"I must be a little tipsier than I thought because I swear this glass tastes even better than the last one."

I smiled so widely, it was all going according to plan.  We continued chatting and she slowly drank the glass of wine.  I could tell by how she was shifting her body and the slight movements of her hips that the effects were taking hold.  I doubt she had even noticed that her breathing had changed. 

"So the break up was a few months ago, have you had a chance to get laid since?"

Rachel looked at me with a slightly sheepish grin.  "I haven't really been putting myself out there all that much.  Guess I'm just a bit gun shy."

This topic continued for a little while, she told me about the sex with her ex and that she found herself missing his dick some nights.  She assured me that it was a pretty nice dick.  This was working, I was getting her to focus on sexual topics.

"I guess it's been a little too long because honestly I am sitting here right now and I am horny as all hell."

Bingo, I was making headway.  She took her last drink of the wine finishing the last drop.  I hadn't noticed that there was a small amount of slime on the side of the glass that I had failed to clean up.  The slime contacted just above her lip and transferred to her skin there as she put the wine glass down on the coffee table. 

This was my chance and I wasn't going to waste it.  I sat up on my side of the couch and began to crawl my way to the side that Rachel was laying on. 

"What are you doing over there?" she asked when she saw me crawling towards her on the couch.

I wished at that moment I could hear what she was thinking.  If the slime affected her as it did me, she could only be focused on one thing.  I crawled over to her until I had crawled on top of her straddling her body on the couch.  We locked eyes for a second and I could see the lust and debate going on in her eyes.  I leaned my head in and licked the slime off her upper lip and then went in to kiss her. 

Our lips met and she hesitated and then returned my kiss.  The first kiss was a tentative one but quickly became a much more lust-filled one.  Soon enough we were laying on the couch making out, her hand had made its way to the side of my head while we were passionately kissing.  Her breathing reflected the clearly horny state that she was in.  This must have pleased my Master as my own pleasure began to ratchet itself up. 

After a few minutes of kissing, I dared to push the boundary again.  I brought my right hand to her left breast and lightly cupped it.  I wasn't met with any resistance and I continued to gently squeeze it.  She was losing herself in the moment and that was exactly what I needed.  She was slowly wading deeper into the ocean, not knowing what waited for her in the depths.  She would thank me once she reached those depths though.

I slipped my right hand under her shirt and underneath her bra so that I was now holding her bare breast in my hand.  I don't think Rachel has ever mentioned being interested in girls or ever having an experience with a girl before.  Although I suppose I hadn't up until all of this.  She certainly seemed like she was enjoying it.  Now was the next step.

I pulled my lips away from hers as she tried to move her head closer to meet mine again.  I nuzzled my head into her neck and softly started kissing the side of her neck.  This was met with enthusiasm.  I continued planting kisses and occasionally sucked on her ear lobe. 

With my head now in the groove of her neck, she had to position her head away from me so she could no longer see my head.  I thought as loudly as I could to my Master what I needed at this moment.  A second later, a black tendril appeared from under the couch.  It stuck close to the couch and brought itself up to my mouth.  I quickly engulfed a generous length of it in my mouth.  The slime of the tentacle lightly coated my lips and my tongue. 

The overwhelming effects began to spread through my body but I had to stay focused, I had to do this for my Master.  I pulled my mouth off of the tentacle and it pulled itself back under the couch.  With my lips and tongue still lightly coated I met Rachel's lips again in another passion-filled kiss.  When my lips touched hers, she almost immediately began to kiss me with more desperation. 

I opened my mouth as she stuck her tongue in my mouth, wrestling with my own tongue.  I then pushed my tongue into her mouth and we continued to make out, quickly becoming more sloppy and primal.  The effects were working,  It was time to push the last boundary. 

I pulled my hand out from under her bra and slowly traced a line from her breast down her stomach to her pants.  I slipped my hand into the top of her pants and slowly dragged my hand across her mound.  I immediately knew when I had reached her pussy.  She was so incredibly wet, I rubbed my finger across her opening and was able to coat that finger with ease.  This elicited a soft moan from her that was muffled by our conjoined mouths. 

Right as I was about to slip a finger inside of her, she stopped kissing me and pulled away.  She quickly sat herself up slightly and pushed me back off of her a bit. 

"What are we doing?  We shouldn't be doing this.  I'm sorry this got carried away, but I get that I was horny and all but this isn't right.  Honestly, I didn't know you had felt this way."

"You seemed to really be enjoying yourself, so maybe this is something you would enjoy if you gave yourself the chance."

My chance was slipping away quickly and I couldn't mess up being this close.  She was enjoying herself, had I messed something up?  She wiped her lips trying to either clear the remnants of what just occurred from her lips or trying to wipe away the memory of it. 

"No, I think I really should get going.  I'll uh, text you tomorrow.  Okay?"

I backed up on the couch enabling her to stand.  She quickly shifted her clothing around to get everything back in its correct position.  I knew there was a growing part of her mind that wanted this, that part had simply not won out this time. 

"I think it's best that we just pretend like this never happened."  She nervously laughed.  "Our little secret that we never have to remember."

Well, I had tried, it was out of my hands now.  A startled look flashed across Rachel's face as she watched the couch that I was sitting on move back several feet on its own.  Then she focused on the large black tentacle that had just moved it aside.  She noticed a full-length mirror laying on the ground that the black appendage was seemingly coming out of.  She screamed and her brain immediately made its fight or flight choice. 

In the corner of the living room, Rachel had noticed earlier a sheet clearly covering something but hadn't asked about it.  Now she saw the sheet extending away from the object it was covering.  Once the sheet had been pulled away from the item enough, she could see it was another mirror covering another tentacle.  Flight was the response that she chose. 

Rachel screamed for Ashley to run as she bolted out of the room heading towards the front door.  As she rounded the corner, she saw the mirror she had been greeted with at the front door earlier.  Again, another tentacle protruded from this mirror as well.  Turning on her heels she began to run towards the back of the house.  If she could just get outside she could scream for help and hopefully save Ashley who had yet to get out of the living room. 

As she ran past the threshold to the living room, something caught her ankle and she tumbled to the ground.  Extending her hands in front of her, she was able to catch herself before face-planting.  Looking back she saw one of the black tentacles wrapped around her ankle and it began pulling her back.  Rachel tried to grab onto the wall or paw at the floor to try and gain some traction to resist but she was unable to. 

Her body was effortlessly dragged back into the living room and she found herself in the middle of the room where the couch she and Ashley had just made out on had been.  There was no sign of Ashley and that filled her with some hope.  She believed that when the creature went after her, it had given Ashley the chance to escape.  She just had to stay alive until Ashley returned with help. 

Her panicked eyes quickly darted around the room taking in the scene around her.  Several black tentacles twisted and danced through the air.  They had a sheen to them as if they were wet.  Rachel still lay on the floor struggling to pull herself away from the mass of the creature but to no avail. 

She wondered if this thing would eat her.  What even was this thing?  What the fuck was going on?  Would it kill her?

Rachel returned to the moment and began to scream as loud as she could.  She screamed for help from anyone, she screamed for Ashley and she just screamed in general.  The creature must not have liked that because one of its tentacles positioned itself in front of Rachel's mouth, but before it could push into it she closed her mouth. 

She could no longer scream but also that thing could not get into her mouth.  Stopping screaming gave her a moment to sit with her thoughts and try to figure out what to do.  Her mind was surprisingly difficult to focus, it was still hazy with arousal.  'Why the fuck am I aroused right now,' she thought to herself.  She bent at her waist so that she could reach the appendage that was wrapped around her ankle. 

She grabbed the tentacle and her hands instantly became slick and could not get any grip on the tentacle.  She tried again to grab it but had no success.  Pulling her hands away she could see why they were covered in some sort of goo or slime.  Her hands began to feel warm and tingle.

Oh shit, this slime could be poisonous and it's killing me, crossed her mind.  She tried to wipe off the slime on the floor nearby while scanning the room for a weapon.  She could see a shadow moving in the kitchen and she was praying that it was help.  She began to scream again with renewed hope.  The shadow moved to the door frame.  Ashley stood there leaning against the door frame holding a glass of wine watching everything unfold.