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   Willamina Wonky came crashing into the room with a glower of rage on her face, looking in confusion at veronica as the English model sat filing her nails in boredom, twirling a strand of immaculate blonde hair in irritation. “Did Cherry come this way?” asked the breathless hostess, jamming something into the folders of her tailored jacket. Wonky run a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. She wasn't doing a very good job of it, in veronica's opinion. The trashy hostess looked more like she'd just put on her shorts after a porn shoot than anyone who should be judging a modeling contest. Veronica sighed, standing to her full height, a good 6” taller than the annoyed looking “Wonky”.

  “She went off with YOU”, Veronica stated irritably. “Isn't it YOUR job to keep us all together? We keep losing people. You left ME, in point of fact.” The hostess was looking increasingly angry at her tone, which was probably the biggest reward she was going to get out of this trip. Veronica pointed her nail file at the reddening woman, smirking at the contrast of her blushing skin and green hair. Veronica had lost all interest in the other girls AND these games, which she was pretty sure were being filmed as a joke.

  “You are supposed to stay with the others.” Wonky grumbled, her eyes narrowing. “But no worries, we have just the place for you. Tell me if you see Cherry... she got lost.” The green haired woman peered around the room suspiciously, then back at the blonde woman standing before her. Wonky went to the door, opening it for veronica to follow. “Come along, blondie.”

  Veronica shook her head, sitting back down. “I didn't follow you the first time, and I am not following you now. You can keep the Suicide Girl, or the slut, or the puking Japanese girl for all I care. I'm firing my agent, and leaving here.” Wonky slowly worked a look of surprise onto her face, shaking her head. “But they are out of the running – you are the winner!” She said, clucking sadly as the blonde peered at her with more interest. “If you drop out, I'll have to give the contract to Cherry...”

  Veronica stood slowly, looking at Wonky skeptically. “We haven't done anything yet... how did I win already?” Still she walked forward, joining Wonky by the door. Wonky just smiled “look, you know the contest was just a formality. I mean, look at you! You were born to be the face of chocolate. Decadent, rich, beautiful, dark, sexy... am I right?” Veronica didn't appreciate the hostesses tone, but the logic was certainly dead on. Veronica was a model, born and bred, and the others...were not. She stepped through the door with a curt nod, moving into the hall. “We will have to talk about my contract though – this place has been a disaster. I'll have to talk to your superiors about YOU as well. And if they think I'll be dressed like you in ANY appearance, they have another thing coming...”

  Veronica trailed off as Wonky slammed open another door, looking gratifyingly pissed again. The girl was going to be fired if Veronica had anything to say about it. She stepped through the door with a superior smile for the hostess, looking around this new room. She sighed again, shaking her head. “Is this a joke?” she asked, looking over at Wonky. “Why do I need to see this?” It was a sorting room of some kind, giant arms picking up absurdly large candies and sorting them into various bins, pulling tangles masses of hard candies apart, whirring and buzzing everywhere one looked. Like everything else here, it looked like chaos. “I just want to sign the contract and go make a commercial. I don't need or care to see how you make sweets.” She spun on her heel with a smooth grace, looking down her nose at the hostess. “Honestly, I'm about to leave whether or not you give me a contract...” veronica trailed off, confused by the look on the face of Wonky. She looked...triumphant. Savage. Veronica started again, stepping forward “Look, this isn't a game; either get me my contract or-” Then Veronica let out a startled cry as one of the arms grabbed her, lifting her into the sky.

  “Let me down!” she called out, Cherry's paranoid ranting suddenly flooding back into her mind. This place IS dangerous! No safety controls at all! “TURN OFF THE MACHINES!” she screamed at the hostess, watching her with interest from the floor. Another arm immediately approached and began slicing off Victoria's clothing. She grabbed at the machine with a cry of rage, trying to stop it even as her tanned breasts bounced free, her slashes pants sliding down her legs. The arm was amazingly skilled at avoiding cutting her while slashing off her clothing, but it had no such skills at avoiding being batted at. Her arm connected with the razor sharp blades before she even thought about it, and Victoria shrieked as slashes bloomed on her right arm, spraying blood across the machine. Dumbfounded, Victoria stared at the long, narrow slash as blood ran down, dripping to the floor. What if I scar? It could drop my pay by... Christ, it could ruin... but the sheer amount of blood was distracting from that line of thought. The tanned and now quite nude woman screamed again for Wonky to stop the machines, but instead she was handed off to another arm that whisked her before a screen. “I'm afraid it thinks you are one of our human shaped chocolates” called Wonky from the floor. “It's not going to like that arm.”

  “I don't CARE, just make it stop!!” Victoria called down, then she began to care very much indeed. As a chocolate arm began to rattle towards her in one mechanical arm, another grabbed her wounded arm. Hard. Victoria realized almost immediately what would happen, and began screaming frantically for Wonky to shut it down, as the pressure increased second by second, the mechanical arm slowly but surely working to snap off her arm and replace it. Soon her screaming reached a pitch Victoria had never imagined coming from herself, as he body thrashed and bucked with the grip of the arm around her torso, then the second around her arm, inexorably pulling. She felt her shoulder snap, then the incredible pain of muscle and skin stretching and bursting free. Her scream reached a crescendo, then ceased as she passed out.

  She woke to a new kind of pain, searing and sickening. The normally collected English woman vomited as she woke, then looked to the side. The first arm she had seen was fusing a chocolate arm to her. She shuddered, pale as her tanned body could be; but at least it had stopped the bleeding. Her career was ruined, but suddenly living seemed a lot more important. She heard Wonky distantly down below, somewhere under the roar of blood and chaos of thoughts in her head. “Better hope that arm sticks.”

  That arm was not going to stick. Victoria wasn't chocolate, and connecting chocolate to flesh was a very different process. As to arm finished it's job, the arm simple dropped to the floor, breaking. Thankfully the heated chocolate remained on the stump, trapping what precious blood Victoria had left. The machinery paused for a moment, and then Victoria began to move on her way. She sobbed, looking at here her arm used to be. Her RIGHT arm. The one she did everything with. She was a cripple. Suddenly rage bloomed inside her, as she shouted to Wonky “I am gong to SUE you animals for every penny you have! You'll wish this thing had killed me, you stupid bitch! I am -” Wonky just laughed, cold and hysterical and mad. “Oh, it will kill you all right. We can't sell a one armed chocolate woman.”

  Victoria looked ahead of her in dawning horror. Twenty feet forward, arms from all over the floor were dropping things down a chute. Broken candies, partially melted chocolates...and she was heading right for it. With what energy she had, Victoria began a fight for her life. She pried at the claw holding her with her remaining hand, she swung her perfect legs back and forth, hoping to weaken its grip. She screamed for Wonky to stop the machines, once again. Within seconds, she was above the chute, and the claw gave way on it's own. With a scream she tried to grab it with her good hand, but she slipped off and fell into the dark, screaming all the way.

 It lit up, all the way down. Something must know she was different, or it wouldn't do that. Even as she crashed down onto a pile of hardened chocolate and broken candies, snapping her knee and a rib, she held out hope. The whole thing was lit up for her. Someone was going to rescue her. She sobbed with the pain of the fall, and something like relief. Pulling herself from the middle of the small pit to avoid future garbage smashing onto her, she leaned against the wall. She was in shock, she knew. Her leg lay at an odd angle, her arm was missing. How could she not be? Leaning against the wall, she became aware of a subtle sound, clicking and she whirring. It was a sound she knew. Turning her head to look at the wall, she could see them. Camera in the wall, trying to focus on her. It was lit up for filming. Not to film a rescue though, she was suddenly certain. Her blood ran cold as she looked around the room, looking for a way out. Above, she heard Wonky called down. “Sue THIS, you stuck up bitch!”

  She looked up as panels above her began to slide aside, her lip trembling as she felt tears begin to run down her face again. She didn't deserve this. She didn't hurt anyone. She stared at the flickering flame, watching the fans rev up to shoot flammable gas into the room. She just wanted to be famous. As the flames billowed out, seemingly in slow motion, she drew in air to scream again, but it was only fire and pain that filled her lungs. Behind heat resistant walls, the camera whirred, taking in her sudden burst of struggle, the the pain fueled explosion of energy that quickly died down. The formerly beautiful woman vanished as her struggles ended. Her beautiful blonde hair went first, then her carefully curated tan cracked and burned. Soon nothing but charred bones remained, sinking into a slurry of burned chocolate and bubbling candy.

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   The whole place was a madhouse. People being sucked in pipes, weird dwarves, poisoned contestants – if nothing else, this was going to make an amazing story to relate to her YouTube audience. If only they'd been allowed to bring their phones, this would be the top video for weeks. Even so, Mickey was almost salivating for a chance to get back to her apartment studio and upload a video. The truth was, she was also ready to get away from whatever jokers had designed this place. Cherry might be overacting to what had basically just been a chocolate bath and a case of food poisoning, but she had a pretty good point in all the hysterics. This place was a mess, and the people in charge were lunatics. Starting first and foremost with Wonky, whose pat explanations were obvious nonsense. If only she had some cigarettes... seeing the girl sucked into a chocolate muck had shaken her more than she would like to admit. Obviously she'd be out soon, but her fear had been real enough. Why hadn't there been any signs or guards to pull her out? Why were dangerous foods out where that poor asian girl could eat it?  If  Mickey won, she was turning it down. Associating with these people wouldn't be good for anyone.

  On the plus side, Cherry overreacting was pretty cute. The redheads pacing wasn't allowing for much in the way of comforting, but maybe she'd be up for bonding over drinks after they left this madhouse. A girl can dream, right? Just as Mickey opened her mouth to make the suggestion, Willamina “Wonky” came strutting back into the room, grinning like a cat with a mouth full of canary and licking her lips in a weirdly erotic manner. Come to think of it, maybe Willamina would be the one to ask... she'd be a terrible boss, but she might be fun otherwise. She certainly had style, even if it was mostly bad style.

  Willamina knocked her cane on the table to get the attention of the fretting Cherry, grinned broadly and began sweeping through the room. “Now that we've lost the dead weight, we can move on to the more technical parts of the tour.” She called out, winking at Mickey as she strolled past. Like she was always playing to an audience. Mickey peered around the room for camera's. She knew performance when she saw it. That was her job. Maybe this was some kind of a gag show.

  “Where is everyone else?” Cherry demanded angrily as Willamina swept by breezily. The hostess rolled her eyes, spreading her arms as she walked through an automated door. “They are being cared for by the very finest doctors and professionals – everyone is fine! Follow!”. The woman slid past the doors, heels clicking as Mickey watched her fishnet clad legs vanish into the shadowy doorway. Definitely worth asking about drinks. The hostess seemed like she might be up for anything. Cherry followed through the doorway with an angry set to her features, leaving Mickey alone in the room. Well, nothing to do but follow them.

  The next room was a complete change from the rest of the tour Mickey had seen, and much bigger than the previous section. Set deep into the ground, it was a sterile lab of some kind, automated and efficient under the harsh lights. Willamina was already down the stairs and on the floor, gesturing to the equipment with a practiced smile. “This is the future of home delivery! Observe as we beam a chocolate from one end of the room to another!”. It was still a bit, still being played to a crowd. Mickey was sure they were being filmed, she even had a few possible camera in her sights. The lighting was seemingly built for them, all through this place. It took her another second to process what the hostess had actually said, and by the time she was some hunched forms had already pulled a huge candy bar into a room on one end of the floor and shut it behind a door, before they vanished out a side door. Mickey looked at it in confusion. It was HUGE, not huge as in a big chocolate bar, but huge as in as big as a man. As to beaming chocolate across a room, there was no way that could happen. Another trick for the camera's.

  As Mickey bound down the stairs, the chocolate bar in the first room began to vanish slowly. She ran up to the window to watch, mesmerized. It was like it was being dismantled atom by atom, disintegrating with bizarre slowness, like a time lapse video. The wrapper slowly flaked and peeled away, drifting into the air, following by small puffs and streams of chocolate, swirling up and out the top of the roof. The chocolate was just melting away, but no, not melting. Evaporating. As more of it was stripped away, layer by layer, she began to smell chocolate in the air, like a mist of it was pouring out of the room and into the recess she and Willamina stood in.

  “Smell that?” Willamina added after a moment. “That's the bar moving across the room. We will have a brand new chocolate bar on the other side, any minute now!” Mickey looked up at Cherry, still watching from the top of the stairs. She looked afraid. She might be a little dumb. Whatever was happening here wasn't frightening. Even as a scam, being able to dismantle the chocolate like that was amazing. If it actually came together on the other side, it would be a technological miracle. Mickey would die to join a company that had mastered that kind of tech, even as a spokeswoman. As the bar in the first room dwindled away, Mickey ran to the other side to watch it come together. It was the same kind of room, but within it now a bar was forming rather the disintegrating. Kind of.

  It wasn't going well. It was a long way from done, but already she could see flakes of wrapper forming inside the chocolate, and the shape was wrong, oozing out in tendrils and ropes, steam rising from one side. Whatever was happening was amazing, but Mickey definitely did not want to eat that chocolate. Not even a little. Willamina opened the door and walked in with a low clucking sound. “Obviously we DO have some wrinkles to work out, but you can see we have made great strides!” she said brightly, pointing to the steaming mass of twisted chocolate with pride. “Come in and look, it's perfectly safe.” She added, dipping a finger into a partially molten segment of chocolate and sticking it in her mouth. Mickey was coming to appreciate the other woman's acting chops, but not even Willamina could disguise the unhappy look that crossed her face when she tasted that chocolate.

  Mickey followed her in, looking over the slowly building chocolate intently. Whatever was happening was definitely beyond anything she had seen. It was like 3-D printing, but it obviously was much less controlled than that, and it really did seem to be using the haze of chocolate to create the new “bar”. Entranced by the sight before her, she didn't notice Willamina slip out and shut the door behind her, until the intercom kicked on with the hostesses crisp voice. “Of course, I knew you would be delighted at the prospect of experiencing our tech first hand, so I've taken the liberty of making YOU the next item to be transferred. Our first human subject! Alas, we can't send it to your channel, but rest assured that you will be more famous than you ever dreamed, among a very select and very wealthy audience! Prepare to be a STAR!”

  Mickey smiled nervously as she tried the door and found it locked. As jokes go, it wasn't a good one. “Very funny!” she called out, yanking harder at the door. Willamina smiled back at her, and something in her smile made Mickey step back. It wasn't a smile for the cameras, and it wasn't a joking smile. Mickey felt a tingling as she tried the door again. Maybe it was just nerves. “Let me OUT!” she yelled, kicking the door. Willamina leaned forward and kissed the glass lingeringly. “Come on babe... you always wanted to be famous. Trust me, the audience you are about to reach could REALLY open doors for you. If you live.”

  She was definitely tingling. She looked down in horror as her Ramones shirt began to shed a powdery gray film. She looked at her bangs and watched as a strand of hair began to break down and wisp away into the air. “If I live!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “I just have a fucking video blog, I'm not willing to DIE!” She smashed a fist against the glass, to no effect. “LET ME OUT!” she screamed, as a deep itching sensation began to spread across her body. Looking down she saw most of her shirt had evaporated off her body, her simple black bra flaking beneath. On her arms her skin was reddening, her jeans rapidly wearing away. “This is insane. You can't do this! Please!”. She backed away from the grinning hostess behind the glass, but there was nowhere to go. The whole room was designed to work the same away as the first, transferring whatever was in it. She ran a hand through her hair and felt strands come away in her hand, but they barely existed when her hand came down, and soon they simply vanished. Her arms were an angry red now, looking burned, and she felt the itching move to her breasts as the last of her top and bra crumbled away, leaving her pale breasts to slowly redden, the silver hoops through her nipples tarnishing. Mickey let out a sob, as her pants crumbled too, the last of her hair disintegrating away. “please, don't do this” she said fearfully to the empty room. It was then she noticed that the damned chocolate bar was dissolving too, mixing into the mist of her clothes and eroding skin. She looked in horror, then ran to the window and pounded on it. “The chocolate!” she screamed “It's mixing me with THE CHOCOLATE!” Mickey saw in horror the streaks her hands left, clear fluid like a bad burn might produce.

  Willamina was not moved by her plight. Leaning in, she simply smiled and mouthed “Yummy”. Behind her though, Cherry was creeping up, with a fire extinguisher in her hands, ready to smash the hostess. “HURRY!” shrieked Mickey as she watched the tattoos on her arms blur and then vanish beneath the onslaught. The cry doomed her though, as the hostess realized the danger and whirled, drawing a gun from her jacket and aiming it at the redhead, who dropped the extinguisher and fled with a cry. Mickey's cries of terror followed her as the young woman broke down, throwing herself at the glass and scrabbling at it. The process was moving into her deep tissues, and now it felt like her tattoos were being reapplied everywhere across her body at once. She flung her arms over her eyes as she realized they too were seeing their substance pulled away, and she fell back onto the floor. She'd ruined her last hope, and now the pain was too much to process, setting her writhing and sobbing across the floor. She opened her eyes again, staring at herself in horror. She had been flayed alive, a map of blood vessels and muscles that thrashed and twitched on the floor. The process was speeding up. As she wailed again, she watched as blood vessels one by one began to fail, thinned beyond maintaining themselves. Her blood pumped out and flew above her head as a mist. As she settled onto the floor the pain vanished, her body disintegrated beyond the reach of nerves. For a moment she knew something like peace, watching her blood soar above her and swirl away into the ether. “Okay” she thought simply as her body began to fail. “at least it wasn't boring.”

  The thing that formed on the other side was not Mickey, nor, thankfully, was it alive. A pile of bone, chocolate and flesh without form or purpose, even Willamina looked ill as she walked past it.
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  Viann stood looking between the yelling girls in confusion. Viann spoke English a little bit, but everyone was yelling and talking fast, and she just couldn't keep up with most of it. Something had gone wrong she knew, but she wasn't sure what. Obviously the small woman hadn't been meant to sink in chocolate, but the purple clad company mascot Willamena had said it would be fine. Cherry was really angry and she was yelling at the company mascot, and Mickey and Willamena were talking about technical pipe things she couldn't understand at all. She seemed to be convincing Mickey, but definitely not Cherry. Veronica, at least, looked as confused as Viann, which was comforting. The British Veronica seemed more sensible than Cherry or Mickey, so confusion was probably the right thing for the situation. Cherry with the cherry red hair, and Mickey the not mousy girl with tattoos. Names were important. You'd be surprised how far you can get in a conversation with a name, even if the rest was garbled.

   Viann sighed as she looked around. Commotion like this made her uncomfortable. Her family had yelled like this when she was a kid, but that was private. This kind of a scene was not acceptable in China, certainly not in her circles. She plucked an apple and began eating idly, watching the argument slow. It was a marzipan apple, and she didn't even like Marzipan, but it calmed her nerves. She liked to eat. There had been times in her life, long ago, when eating was a luxury. The argument seemed to be ending, or at least Willamina wheeled on her heel and began marching towards a door in a far wall, with Mickey and Veronica following. Cherry yelled that they couldn't leave Augustina, but no one listened. Viann followed too. She didn't want to be left in this weird place. Even Cherry followed after a moment, stomping her foot angrily. Viann was relieved she followed... she'd hate to leave the other woman behind.

  The door had led into a small building, or at least a low one. Someone was asking if this is where the pipe let out, but the mascot said no, it couldn't be got to from her. It was all making Viann nervous – she wanted to smile to show everyone it was ok, but since it wasn't ok, she didn't think she should smile. How was she going to win if she couldn't smile though? Was this still a contest? Was Augustina okay? She felt her stomach rumble, and she winced. Stress made her stomach act up. She hated this feeling, not being able to work it out. In China she would know what was happening. She would understand everyone. In China she would take the lead, and calm everyone down, and figure out where to go. Here, all she could think of was to smile, and how to ask where the bathroom is.

  She waited patiently as Cherry yelled some more at Willamina, saying they needed the police. Viann was getting more of it now, at least, but it wasn't making her feel better. She was feeling worse by the second. She was feeling woozy and sweaty and like she had to go to the bathroom NOW. She stepped forward between Cherry and the mascot, smiling foolishly. “I need a bathroom” she said, trying not to be too loud. Everyone looked at her, and she saw worry flash across all of them. All but Willamina. The mascot looked like she was happy.

 “Are you all right?” asked Cherry, looking her over. “You look...pale.” added Veronica. Viann tried to smile reassuringly. She didn't feel well, but a bathroom should clear that up. “I just need a bathroom” she tried to say, but her tongue wasn't working right. The mascot stepped forward, taking her arm “She's having a reaction, we see it sometimes – I'll take her to our medical bay.” Willamina began pulling her away. Viann looked over her shoulders as Cherry began yelling again, something about a hospital again. Viann just smiled back at the other woman, her face feeling weird. It would all be all right, Willamina knew what she was doing. This looked a lot like a hospital, anyway. The door closed behind her on all the noise from the other woman, and she felt relieved. She didn't want to get sick in front of anyone, and it was all much too noisy out there.

  Someone banged on the door, but it was heavy duty steel and the thumps were muffled. Everything seemed muffled in fact, even Willamina. It didn't matter though, she was being led through other rooms and halls, until they reached a small doctors office.   Willamina patted the nedical table, and Viann clambered up with a sigh. What else was she going to do? She could only understand the chattering hostess with effort, and nothing worth zeroing in on presented itself when she did. She was sick in a foreign land and an even more foreign experience – she just wanted to be led somewhere sane. She was too busy dwelling on her circumstances to notice the belt at first, but as it snapped shut and was tightened around her chest, and her attempt to protest came out as little more than a croak. She squirmed weakly as Willamina shushed her and slid down to snap another belt around her. Viann croaked again, and then frowned. She couldn't talk right. She croaked a few more words, then something snapped into place and she focused back in on Willamina and her chatter. She'd said something about eating her? Being eaten? She was laughing, was it a joke?

  The door opened, and in marched four tiny orange men, and Viann basically gave up on understanding any of this. She looked between  Willamina and four orange things in doctors smocks, and suddenly realized she was very, very afraid. This was straight from the old tales of her parents, four Gui and a sorceress controlling them. Willamina was gloating, thinking she was scaring Viann, but Viann didn't listen and didn't need talk to be afraid. She was poisoned, she knew it, and four evil spirits had come to take her into death. She croaked again, desperate, and then Willamina pulled out a large, very sharp knife. Viann's croaks were getting louder but more broken as she wriggled, but her muscles were wrong, her body rocking unnaturally as she struggled. Then Willamina giggled, stepped forward, and sunk the blade deep into Viann's leg. Viann couldn't even scream, she just stared, her eyes wide and unblinking.

  The whistling Willamina pulled the blade free, then thunked it in again, cutting a slice of Viann. Viann felt herself trying to hyperventilate, but nothing was happening. Willamina pulled the slice out and began eating it with a fork, grinning. “Marzipan!” she exclaimed “I was curious!”. Inside Viann's head, rising confusion was battling with already present fear. There was a slice out of her leg! She wasn't bleeding! WILLAMINA WAS EATING HER!! She tried to look away, but she couldn't move anymore. She couldn't even close her eyes. She watched Willamina lick her fingers and give a little wave, then sweep out the door. On each side of Viann, two stools were pulled up, and two of the orange spirits climbed on either side of her. As she tried again to move, their faces formed into terrible smiles, their hands twining into her pink tank top, tearing it free of her body. She tried again to scream, and kept trying for a long time.

  They were messier eaters than Willamina had been. Gnarled hands pushed into her body, pulling chunks of cake free and chowing them down. She pleaded and screamed inside, begging first to be saved, and then simply to die. A normal body would go into shock or die of blood loss, but Viann simply watched her body vanish mouthful by mouthful. Her breasts vanished, her legs, her sculpted belly had huge chunks torn free. By the time she was half gone, she had gone mad, fragments of thoughts and babbling skittering through her mind. By the time she was 2/3 gone, nothing of her mind was left but sobbing... then mercifully one of the “doctors” scooped out the top of her head, and whatever kept her thoughts humming faltered, then slowly died. Her last sensation was relief, as her mind spun away into an emptiness far saner than the world she left behind.

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   Augustina wasn't having a good time. She knew better than to expect to make friends here, but the snubbing was total right from the start, and she knew why. She caught on fast that her slinky club wear wasn't making her any friends among the chic but casual of the girls she was already thinking of as “the real models”. There wasn't even a man here to impress – which was weird, honestly. The lady in the purple goth gear didn't look like anyone with a sense of fashion. Then, clearly she didn't either.

  As the various competitors branched out to explore the candy jungle, Augustina went her own way, looking to escape the sidelong glances of the other girls. Not the hate she was used to when she turned men's heads and their girls shot daggers at her, but a withering dismissal that threatened to get her tearing up. She didn't belong here. She rubbed her face, moving further into the weird display room. She knelt, plucking some rubbery grass and tasting it. Gummy grass. Who would waste money on this kind of crap? She adjusted her skirt, trying to pull it a little lower on her thighs without making her cleavage pop out even more. It was a delicate balance, and she cursed again her dress, her friends insistence she looked amazing, and every choice she had ever made leading up to this moment. It was then that she saw some orange figures, moving stealthily in the candy cane reeds across a chocolate river. She whistled a low tone of confused surprise as she repeated the sight in her mind, imagining trying to tell her friends. “Sure, it was then I realized a pumpkin was stalking me in the candy canes, across the chocolate river.”

  Shaking her head, she moved towards the rivers bank, stepping carefully in her heels, hiking her skirt a few inches to free her from the tiny steps the tight fitting minidress required. “Hello?” she called to the other side, nervously. She felt watched. Looking around, she saw that at least a few of the other contestants were within eyesight, if not easy calling distance. This place was BIG. Stepping forward as she looked at the nearest contestant, the one with the red hair, Agustina put a foot wrong and stumbled towards the river with a yelp, twisting and falling on her ass with a busty jiggle her fiance would have loved. Looking down, she let out a low sob... she was covered in chocolate, on her ass in a pit of what looked like brownie batter along the riverside. She raised a hand to her face, smearing chocolate on it as she tried to stifle her sobs. He would be so disappointed in her, he was so sure she'd be getting the prize and the money, and they needed it so bad... now she looked like a fucking hooker covered in shit! She picked up a clump of chocolate and flung it with a cry, getting her feet under her to flee this disaster once and for all.

  She wasn't fleeing though. She was stuck. Her legs sank deep as she stood, leaving her standing in a pool of brownie batter, her chest heaving, makeup and chocolate smeared on her face. There was literally no possible way this day could get worse. Absently she ran a hand through her hair, ruining a very expensive hairdo with a smear of sticky chocolate, and she nearly screamed again. How much money had she wasted on this? How could she face ANYONE! She felt the sobs coming again, and this time she made no attempt to stop them, plopping back onto her ass in the chocolate and bawling. The shake of her tits on landing made her think of her fiance again – if he was here he'd see the funny side. He'd love her, coated in chocolate in a sexy dress by the river, bouncing with every fall. He wasn't here though, and she wasn't about to let him ruin a good sulk.

  Cherry had seen her and was heading her way, and Augustina tried to clean up, cursing her chocolate coated hands. Sitting down had been a bad idea she realized, as she tried to stand and only pushed her hands deep into the gooey muck her ass was slowly sinking into. She tried to smile bashfully at the approaching woman, who looked as concerned as a goddess could look over a guttersnipe in a cocktail dress. “Stop it.” she told herself wearily. “You got here too.” It wasn't convincing, but she didn't feel like bawling anymore. She felt like getting help. “Hey!” she called out to the other model. “I think I'm stuck!”

  The other woman was hesitating a few yards out, chocolate oozing along her shoes. That was was weird – Augustina had walked there not ten minutes ago, and it had been dry as a desert. As Augustina tried to stand again, she suddenly sank deeper, almost to her chest. Deep beneath, she felt movement.... like a tide of chocolate, tugging at her. Growing stronger. “I'm sinking deeper!” she called out “I think I need help!”. Other ladies were beginning to gather, watching her with various degrees of sympathy. Veronica and Micky both openly smirked at the trapped latina, and she felt herself hardening, her spine straightening. What kind of a bitch would smirk at her now, in this mess? She wished she could watch how fast those lumberjacks would sink in this mess! At least being tiny was an advantage here. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the purple goth lady (Willamina Wonkette was it?) was standing in front of the gathered girls, jabbing her cane into the chocolate sodden ground.

  “Can't get to her – the chocolate is making the ground unstable. Does that sometimes. We'll just have to leave her and come back for her later!” Willamina tossed a smile her way, and Augustina didn't like the look of it at all. “Wait you can't, something is pulling me under! Like an undertow!” she called out. She'd swum in the ocean as a kid, and she had been so scared by the lecture on undertows that she had almost entirely avoided oceans since. “It's pulling me down!” It was too, she could feel it getting stronger, her breasts nestling into the chocolate, buoyant on the thick goo.

  The redhead took a step forward, and sunk into the moist ground almost to her calf, yanking the leg free with difficulty. “We can't just leave her there, are you crazy?” she yelled at the purple clad hostess, who paid her little mind as she watched Augustina sink. “Welll....” drawled Willamina. “If there's a current, she's probably near one of the inflows that suck the chocolate out to be processed. Probably she will end up in one of the pipes.” As Augustina began to process this, Willamina winked at her.

  “What do you mean in a pipe!” Augustina shouted, more shrilly than she intended. He feet were kicking in what felt like almost pure chocolate now, a river of it running beneath her, pulling her down. She flailed at the edges of the pit (quicksand I'm in quicksand) she thought fearfully, clawing for some kind of purchase. Buoyant or not, her tits were sliding beneath the chocolate, and her fighting was just making the pit more liquid, the suction increasing. Being tiny wasn't great at all with a current growing around her, making her bob as she struggled to get towards something solid, crying out in fear as the thickness around her began to dissipate into a deep sucking sensation. The other women were all yelling at the hostess now, even Micky and Veronica worried for her. Augustina felt the resistance of the  material around her give way, and her mouth went under, coming up with a delicious mouthful of chocolate. It was terrifying. “HELP!!” She shouted, drawing the wide eyes of the assembled models her way. They didn't look helpful. The looked scared, and useless. The hostess looked... the hostess looked like her fiance did when he saw her tits bounce. The hostess was as frightening as this chocolate soup. “ROPE!!” she shouted. There had to be some... licorice or something!

 Augustina clawed to keep her head up, trying to breathe steady. Several girls had run to find some rope, while the hostess lectured the others. Augustina, it appeared, would be ducked under for a few minutes, then pop out and be cleaned up and waiting at the end of the tour. Augustina would be fine, and well compensated for her troubles. Augustina would probably have fun. Augustina spit chocolate, trying to howl not to trust the hostess. She'd seen her eyes, smoldering and crazy and mocking, and she knew if she went under there was no pleasant cleanup and wait in a lounge. She was fighting for her life, kicking as strong as she could against the current. Twice now she had bobbed entirely under, coming up dripping chocolate down her face. She kicked as hard as she could, rising above the chocolate pool like a mermaid, fudge rolling down her body as she shouted again “HELP!!”, then crashed back down, going under. She tried to breathe, tried to claw her way back. She could feel the pull increasing as she dipped down, feel her tight dress flutter and pull between her legs. With a desperate display of strength, she broke through again, gasping before her mouth went under. “Just go under!” Called the hostess, smiling a chilling smile, just for her. Why should this random woman want her dead? Why her? Her muscles burned as she scanned the horizon, watching women struggling to drag candy canes, thin licorice ropes, or nothing at all... and she knew none of them would be back in time. She was going under. She tried for a moment to believe in the exit from the tube, being cleaned by careful hands, set up in a comfy chair... As her muscles began to give out, she went back to what had started the whole crisis, and began sobbing. Other woman watched her, stricken, as she began to slide under. Her eyes, wet with tears and blurry, caught Mickey watching her sink with horror. It was almost comforting, knowing she had wiped the smirk away. It didn't comfort for long, as she slipped beneath the surface, and realized she didn't have it in her to rise again.

  She slid into a darkness deeper than she could have imagined, thick and clinging, then she banged into something. There WAS a tube, but as she bumped against it she realized, to her horror, the intake was blocked by a screen. She hadn't realized how much she was, despite her doubt, counting on that happy ending the hostess had promised. Unable to drag herself away from the powerful suction, she scrabbled at the screen, looking for a door, some way in. She needed to get through, she needed air, she needed it 30 seconds ago. As she found a latch, and the padlock sealing it, she opened her mouth to scream, chocolate filling it before a sound could escape. She gagged on the sweet sludge, her mind filled with nothing but the shrill and ceaseless demand for air. She bucked once, then twice, then she stilled, sprawled across the intake like a broken doll... though try as they might, none of the many eyes watching could get a camera to pick her up, so deep in the viscous dark.
I'm putting the last touches on a new story, will be up in a day or two!

Any thoughts on the stories so far? Too long, maybe? I was thinking maybe Alexandra could have been posted in three parts. Anything people would like to see? 

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SalemBurns

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First things first - this is likely to be full of grim and perilous tales, and most often a lady will end up on the wrong end. I that isn't your thing, this isn't your page.


Why, you ask? It's not because I want to be killed, or want to see people killed, or want revenge on cheerleaders. I think in the end it is because death is something huge and terrifying, and to make it a cartoon monster monster is to steal some of it's power. I die a thousand deaths through the eyes of my heroines - a bit sexy, a bit over the top, often where I somehow called it down upon myself. Even as I try to make death something sexy, and cartoonish and "fair"; another part of me wants to see it through, to feel what it must be like for those trapped in these stories, no matter how silly. To die a bit, just for practice. I hope something worthwhile comes from that tension.

I hope to post roughly one story a week, but life comes first. Enjoy, and don't take it too serious!

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Blades-123 Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for watching:)
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ArthurGarvin Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2018
Happy birthday, Salem!
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ArthurGarvin Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2018
Thanks for watching me, Salem. I've been enjoying your stories and commenting on them at FetNoir, where I go by the name of just "Arthur".
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SalemBurns Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, thanks for checking me out on here! I never notice my comments and stuff on time here, the format is a mess. I liked the falling blossoms story - good stuff.

I'm just having fun, but hopefully they're ok stories - I'm trying to get into the groove of writing more.
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ArthurGarvin Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2018
The easiest way to notice comments from people on your stuff is to go to the "All Notifications" page by moving the mouse over the envelope icon in the upper right corner and then clicking on "All Notifications". That web page provides a list of links to comments made on your works as well as links to postings of stories and art by people you watch.
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HeroicSacrificer Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2018
Thanks for the fave and the watch!
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Monsant Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2018
Thanks!

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Niceshoez Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the watch and your awesome Drow story!
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SalemBurns Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! I've never posted a story anywhere, I'm glad to hear someone liked it - especially someone whose work I like! 
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James-Is-James Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the watch and welcome to DA!
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