Ashley shivered as she stared at the dimly lit warehouse, its eerie shadows dancing on the walls. The musty smell of old wood and decaying cardboard filled the air, making her nose scrunch up in disgust. She huddled closer to Veronica, seeking comfort in her non-floog friend's presence.

Veronica glanced around nervously, her wide eyes reflecting the uncertainty they all felt. "Ashley, do you think they followed us here?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ashley shook her head, trying to appear confident. "I don't think so, Veronica. We took so many twists and turns to get here, they wouldn't have been able to track us. Besides, Zefsdier said this place was abandoned."

Zefsdier, the determined and fearless leader of the Floog Rights Coalition sect at their university, was huddled in the corner with the two other floogs. His eyes darted around, his pointy ears twitching at every sound. He was their only hope for survival in this hostile world.

As they waited in silence, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, causing their hearts to race. Fear gripped Ashley's chest, and she clutched Veronica's hand tightly. Zefsdier motioned for everyone to hide behind a stack of dusty crates.

Peering through a small opening between the crates, Ashley's eyes widened in horror as she saw a group of hooded figures enter the warehouse. She recognized the symbol on their shirts – they were members of the extremist racist group that had targeted floogs for years.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. How had they found them? Were they betrayed? Ashley felt anger rising within her, knowing that the fight for floog rights had triggered such hatred and violence.

Zefsdier's eyes narrowed, his voice barely a whisper. "We need to stay quiet and wait for them to leave. It's not safe out there."

Ashley nodded, her heart pounding in her ears. She glanced at Veronica, concern etched on her face. Veronica gave her a reassuring smile, but Ashley could see the fear behind her friend's eyes.

As the minutes turned into an agonizing eternity, the tension in the warehouse grew thicker. Every sound amplified, every creak of the old building sending shivers down their spines. Ashley struggled to control her breathing, desperately trying to remain hidden.

After about five minutes of searching, the leader of the anti-floogs, a man of about average height whose face was hidden by his hoodie, gestured to the others and they all soon left the warehouse.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief, stopping herself immediately upon the thought that there might still be some present. When it became apparent that wasn't the case, the group emerged from the crates.

What a mess, she thought. The weekly Floog Lives Matter protest was supposed to be peaceful. However, the moment gun shots were heard, all hell broke loose.

Fearing for their lives, she and Veronica fled aimlessly amongst the crowd, nearly tripping at some points.

Thankfully, Zefsdier appeared right on time. "It's not safe here," he said. "Follow me!"

Ashley didn't hesitate to take his hand. He wasn't just the charismatic leader she looked up to. Though all floors were beautiful in her eyes, he was remarkably handsome. She couldn't help but blush when they held hands.

Ashley turned to her friends.

"Okay, I think the coast is cle-"

But before she could complete her sentence, everything went black.

When she came to, the first thing she noticed was that her hands were tied behind her back. How did this happen, she thought to herself. Could there have been some anti-floogs remaining? She silently berated herself for coming out at the wrong time.

However, as her vision cleared up, she witnessed something strange.

Pinned to the ground was her friend Veronica, duct tape sewn across her mouth. At that moment, Ashley realized she had been duct-taped as well.

"Oh, look who's awake."

The second thing she witnessed made her pale. Zefsdier looked down at her, sporting a grin that could only be described as psychotically delightful. Upon closer inspection, Ashley could make out that his teeth appeared sharper than non-floogs, almost as if they were made to tear into flesh and bone.

"Had a nice dream, princess?" he said in a mocking voice.

Ashley feigned a reply but couldn't speak straight with the ducttape covering her mouth. If she could speak, however, she would simply ask, "What's going on?"

Her heart sank as she continued to stare up at Zefsdier, her mind racing to make sense of the situation. This couldn't be happening. Zefsdier was supposed to be their leader, their ally in the fight for floog rights. How could he have turned against them?

Fear mixed with confusion, Ashley struggled against the restraints, desperately trying to free herself. Panic set in as she realized her attempts were futile. Zefsdier, however, seemed to take pleasure in her struggle and chuckled darkly.

"Ah, struggling won't do you any good," he sneered, leaning closer to Ashley. "But don't worry, I'll make sure your suffering is exquisite."

Ashley's eyes widened, horror gripping her tightly. She had idolized Zefsdier, admired him for his bravery and determination to fight for equality. But now, faced with this cruel revelation, her perception shattered.

Veronica, still bound and gagged next to her, struggled in her own restraints, her eyes pleading for answers. Ashley desperately wanted to comfort her friend, but her voice remained muffled by the duct tape.

What could have happened to him? Could the anti-floogs have gotten to him? Some sort of brainwashing? Ashley's thoughts raced with theories, however, none of them could've prepared her for the revelation.

Zefsdier paced around them like a predator, relishing in their helplessness. "Man, you humans are so dumb. Oh, 'human.' That's probably a word you've never heard of. We banned that word. Along with all sorts of stuff."

Ashley's muffled voice asked, "What do you mean?"

Zefsdier guessed her question and replied, "You see, Ashley, we aren't exactly like you non-floogs. We are a superior race, destined to rule over all others. You are just food for us. Food and slave labor. And you have been an amusing slave to watch, don't get me wrong, but..."

His grin grew wider and his teeth sharper, granting him a visage that simply appeared demonic.

“I can no longer hold back my desires.”

Ashley's heart sank as Zefsdier's words echoed in her mind. Her idol had turned out to be a monster, a predator hiding in plain sight. Fear and anger coursed through her veins, overriding her initial shock. She had to find a way to escape, to save herself and Veronica from this nightmare.

Despite her hands being tied behind her back, Ashley wriggled her body, trying to loosen the ropes. She felt her wrists chafe against the rough fibers, but the bindings remained tight. Zefsdier watched her struggle with sadistic amusement, his eyes fixed on her every move.

"You're wasting your energy, princess," Zefsdier taunted. "There's no way out for you."

His attention turned to Veronica, whose muffled screams grew louder upon meeting his gaze. Hearing their laughter, Ashley noticed the two other floogs behind him, grinning from ear-to-ear with delight in a manner that was almost exactly like Zefsdier's.

"Stay away from her!?" Ashley's muffled voice yelled out.

"Whew, what a pretty face," Zefsdier said, unbuttoning his pants. "All the more joy in watching it contort in pain!"

As his laughter echoed, Ashley could only stare in horror as Zefsdier's thing slithered out of his pants, hovering over her friend.

It had teeth and eyes, looking like a satirical caricture of its owner. It was also drooling a viscuous liquid that, upon landing on Veronica's leg, caused her to scream in agony.

This only made Zefsdier's elation grow, his thing hardening in tune with Veronica's screams.

"Make sure she watches," Zefsdier told to the two other floogs.

Stop.

This had to be a nightmare.

Stop.

This couldn't be happening.

As her friend's screams only grew louder, Ashley tried to force her gaze away. However, one of the floogs held her face while the other forced her eyes open.

For what had to be about thirty minutes of pure torture, she watched her friend get mercilessly raped by the demonic creature.

Despite the grotesque destruction of Veronica's body at the hands of this monster, at no point did she cross over to the other side. It wasn't exactly the case that, despite all the suffering, her friend still desperately wanted to cling to life.

No, the creature was skilled at keeping its victims alive regardless of the pain they were experiencing, as if it had been second nature.

Within the first fifteen of being forced to watch this horror play out in front of her, Ashley's prayers for salvation were no longer with respect to someone saving them.

Instead, she craved death, not only for her friend, but also for herself.

She no longer carried the will to live.

"Agh, I'm cumming!"

Zefsdier's motion grew faster. Following the tempo of his thrusts, the blood splattering out of his victim had increased.

Stop! Please, no!

Zefsdier groaned in delight.

"Stop it!" Ashley's muffled voice screamed.

Upon his ejaculation, the acidic liquid shot out through Veronica's body and exited her head, splattering her melted brains all over the floor as if they had been shot at point blank with a shotgun.

Though her eyes had been dry up to this point, tears started welling up. Almost on cue, the floogs next to her licked her face with their elongated tongues, moaning in delight as they greedily devoured every tear.

"Ah, that was wonderful!" Zefsdier said. "Truly a great fuck!" His gaze turned to the despairing girl. "And now it's your turn."

Ashley shook her head desperately. No, no.

The floogs undid her initial constraints and lifted her up, slowly dragging her to him.

Please, God, no.

Zefsdier's grin only widened with each step his next intended meal was forced to take.

Someone. Anyone. Please, she thought. I don't care about my life. But if there is a God. Please.

"Come to Papa."

Kill these demons!

A gunshot rang out. The floog to the left of Ashley stopped dead in its tracks as the other one fell to the ground.

Before the second floog could catch its bearings, it looked behind and got shot in the head as well.

In that moment, Zefsider tried to run away, but he was shot in the shoulder. He then collapsed to the ground and held his wound as if he was undergoing extraneous pain.

"Damn it. I knew I should've scoped this place out."

Entering through the window was a hooded man around average height. Ashley recognized him as the leader of the anti-floogs from earlier.

He removed his hood and she could see that he was fairly young. Most likely around her age.

Zefsdier turned to his shooter, and, much to Ashley's shock, started crying like a child.

"T-that hurt, you racist!"

"Racist, am I?"

The young man turned his gaze to the corpse of the young girl that had been tortured and defiled. It took every fiber in his being not to hurl. No matter how many times he dealt with these monsters, he could never get used to the sight of their handiwork.

Without hesitation, he shot the floog in his right leg, prompting a blood-curdling scream from it.

"It hurts, it hurts!" he cried.

Ashley could only stare on in confusion. Sure, getting shot anywhere would hurt like hell, but the way this floog was reacting, it's as if it had all of its limbs torn off consecutively.

"Floogs derive sustenance and strengh from the suffering of humans," the young man explained. "However, they cannot take the same pain they dish out. A pinprick to us is a million needles to them."

"Curse you! Curse you!" the floog shouted.

The young man ignored the floog's curses, his expression hardening as he approached Ashley. With gentle hands, he untied her restraints, taking care not to hurt her in the process.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Ashley nodded, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't find the words to express her gratitude for his timely intervention. The sight of Veronica's lifeless body was still burned into her mind, but for now, she had to focus on survival.

Before she could ask for his name, he turned back to the floog. The floog tilted its head in confusion upon seeing him holster his pistol, only to widen its eyes in horror upon witnessing the young man pull out a switch blade.

"I have some time before I have to make it back to HQ. I suppose I should enact some divine retribution while I'm here."

"N-no! Please!"

"What do you think?" The young man turned to Ashley. "Should I mercifully end this poor, helpless floog's life with a bullet to the head, or should I use this switchblade for its intended purpose?"

Ashley stood still as if frozen in time. In any other setting, she would have rebuked this evil anti-floog racist. Maybe even risked taking a gunshot to protect her friend...

Heh, heh, friend...

The young man patiently awaited her response, prepared to go forward with his plans if she hadn't responded within the next minute.

Ashley's cold, emotionless gaze turned towards Zefsider, whose expression wore self-pity and terror.

"A-Ash, baby. You know it was a joke, right? You know I would never hurt you! Floog lives matter, right? You aren't like those racist anti-floogs. You'll protect me, right?"

Bargaining for its life? The young man could never get used to the shamelessness of these things.

Ashley stared at Zefsdier for a few more seconds before turning to the young man. At first thinking that his deception worked, the floog's hopeful face sunk into terror upon hearing her utter the following lines...

"Start with the toes."

Upon hearing this, the young man's stoic expression transformed into a sadistic grin. "You got it, boss!" He then turned to the floog, approaching it ever so slowly, as if to savor its panicked cries.

"Wai- Wait, wait, wait!"

For approximately thirty minutes, the abanonded warehouse got converted into an orchestra. One that played a requiem of pained screams. As soon as he was done with his performance, the young man turned to Ashley and said, "My name is Alex. You probably have a lot of questions..."

But before she could hear him out, exhaustion overtook her.

And then everything became dark once more.