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The Barn 23: Minotaurs

Amy, a 27-year-old college student with shoulder-length bright red hair, drove home late at night after studying for an exam, her mind filled with thoughts of the paranormal. She was obsessed with ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, and anything that went bump in the night. She didn’t believe in them, per se, but she found it enticing to think about what could be lurking beyond the veil of reality. As she approached the deserted stretch of road leading up to her house, she yawned tiredly and rubbed at her eyes, trying to stay awake. The headlights from her car illuminated nothing but darkness: trees on either side of the road, their limbs reaching out like skeletal fingers.

Suddenly, there was a loud thump, and her engine sputtered before dying entirely. She cursed under her breath, fumbling with the keys in the ignition before realizing it was no use. The car was dead. The silence that followed was deafening, save for the faint sound of crickets chirping in the distance. Amy felt a chill crawl up her spine as she looked around, taking stock of her surroundings. She was alone, utterly alone. The only light came from her car’s dashboard, casting eerie shadows along the road and into the woods. Her heart began to race as she grabbed her cell phone, intending to call for help, but there was no signal.

Shaking off the fear, she decided to start walking towards the nearest town. It wasn’t far, only a few miles away. She locked her doors and grabbed her purse, heading down the road with long strides. The night air was cold and damp, making her shiver as she moved. The only sound was the crunch of gravel underfoot and her own breathing. As she trudged along, she noticed something moving in the woods; it looked like a shadowy figure hidden by the darkness. Amy froze, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Was it a bear or something else? She couldn’t tell.

Just then, a low growl echoed through the trees. It was deep and primal, sending shivers down Amy’s spine. Without thinking, she turned to run back to the safety of her car when something massive emerged from the woods. It was a Minotaur, its body hulking and muscular, horns glistening in the faint moonlight. Its member was already half-hard, leaking pre-cum onto the ground.

Amy’s pussy tingled at the sight of it, even as terror gripped her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, yet part of her was turned on by the creature’s raw power and brutality. The Minotaur approached her slowly, its hooves thudding on the ground. It grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her closer. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

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