"place gives me more a' the creeps then all that out there," she murmurs. She knows Nick's soul is probably already some kind of plaything down here. She wonders idly if they passed it somewhere on the ride. putting the kickstand down and picking the hammer up, Roxanne walks iinto the house throuh the front door.
Sodom had nothing on this joint.
Electronica blasts from the surround sound and you can barely move through some parts of the house because of the sheer amounts of writhing flesh. Women in all stages of dress run around being chased by red skinned demon men, only there's no one to defend here. There's drugs of all kinds everywhere...food of all kinds...ATVs glade through the yard filled with laughter. it's everything they ever looked at in magazines and wondered "what if?" only it's sick somehow...
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