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A Vore-Torn World - Page 180 - Go It Alone - By PurpSoul - Overview
Frightening as it is, you'd be tacking at least half an hour on to Millie's trip home, and you don't want to do that. You don't want her to think you're a wuss, either.

Despite your fears, you put on a brave face and shake your head. "Nah, it isn't that far. You don't have to."

"You sure? It's no trouble," she responds, eyeing the dark street ahead.

"Sure I'm sure. I walk this way every day," you reassure her.

"Well... okay. Just be careful, alright?"

You nod, and she pulls you closer. She seems to have something to say, but struggles to find the words. At length, she sighs and says, "Look, I-I don't do this often... and don't expect me to do it again, but... I'm sorry, okay?"

You blink in surprise. "Er, what for?"

"For... I don't know, everything, I guess. I probably don't treat you that well. I've just... it's the way I was raised. I never had a dad, you know, like most people, or any brothers. Well... I, um... I ate my brothers... my point is, I'm used to treating guys like... well, like shit. I'm sorry if I've hurt you. I'll... try to do better, okay?"

You smile. It's good to hear her say that, if just to confirm that he really does seem to care. "Don't worry about it, Millie. You've treated me better than anyone ever has, and... I'm lucky to have you."

She nods, then taps your chest in an admonishing way. "Now don't let that go to your head, you hear?" she says, smiling a bit.

"You got it," you reply, giving her a thumbs up. With one final kiss, the two of you part ways, each heading a different direction.

And then you remember you have to walk home. Alone. You swallow nervously, balking for a moment. For a moment you consider calling back to Millie after all, it's not too late. But... no, that would make you look silly. You're committed now.

You start off, slowly at first, but then you pick up speed, maintaining a quick walk. The less time you spend out here, the less likely you are to be stinking up a back alleyway come morning. You keep your head down but your eyes open, swiveling to and fro as you hurry back home. You don't DARE take any back alley shortcuts this late, so the only option is to stick to the main road and hope that you make it home unhindered and undevoured.

About halfway between the school and your neighborhood is a bar known simply as "Bettie's". You've obviously never been inside. It's pretty well known that men who enter don't leave by the front door. As far as you can tell, it's a pretty trashy place for women, that is, predators, to come in and drink themselves silly while laughing over the dying men in their bellies. You've been told they sell men in there, men and boys of all ages that they've kidnapped. You don't know if that's true, but it sure wouldn't surprise you.

Tonight, as you approach it, someone busts out of the front door, staggering drunkenly. You slow down apprehensively, quickly checking your exits. It's a woman, you quickly discern, by her bouncing breasts and wide hips. She's dressed only in a stained sleeveless tank top with an exposed midriff, and pink short shorts. Her hair is a dyed platinum blond, tangled and unruly. You realize she's heading in your direction, wobbling unsteadily. She seems to be about thirty five, maybe nearing forty, and her belly is bulging slightly, as if she's just finished digesting someone. Her makeup is smeared and messy. She's a fearsome sight to behold, and not one you'd like to get any closer to.

There's an alleyway just behind you, between the bar and an apartment complex. You might duck in there to avoid her, but you've already had one close call in an alleyway today. You could just walk by and hope she doesn't grab you. She does look pretty hammered, after all, and it seems she's already had someone for dinner.

What do you do?
Choose
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