Gone clubbing Cindy missed the last train home.
She found herself left on a dimly lit and deserted platform, the waiting room and ticket office long since closed.
Not a soul around… or…..??
What is the rustling sound she hears coming from the bushes behind her?
Her heart skips a few beats as she quickly turns around and looks wide-eyed at the moving twigs of the bushes.
Not a single house in the vicinity where she could flee to, not a single person on this platform who can fend for her if it turns out to be bad news.
A large appearance emerges from the bushes in the dim light of the platform lantern. A muscular man, bold head, a scar across the left half of his face that runs from eye to upper lip.
Heavy breathing he takes Cindy up from head to toes and back with his pale, piercing eyes.
He slowly approaches Cindy, who gradually steps back knowing the end of the platform is close.
He closes in on her up to the point where she is within grabbing distance from him.
He pants:”I’ve been trying to keep up with you all the way from the club to the station”.
Cindy shivers at the thought of what may come next, when he contiues:”…you wife called me to pick you up and drive you home safe. Would you care to step into the cab please?”
Cindy is wearing:
- Evie - Whoop Denim Shorts - Legacy
- Victoria Boots w. Socks - Addams
- Seraphina Necklaces - Tori Torricelli
