Lads from the nearby town often tempted fate wandering through the forbidden zone at night. They’ve all heard the tales of young guys disappearing into the forest never to be seen or heard from again…though locals claim that on certain nights you can hear muffled screams on the wind over the Eastern river. Nights like tonight. Supposedly…
Bro and two friends...cocky as ever…set off down the valley trail during a full moon, convinced the lifelong warnings were just an urban legend. Big mistake! After just a mile in the wind picked up and Bro heard a crackling in the bush. Creepy. He whirled around to realize his buddies were gone without a trace! “Guys!?” But the shadows were strategically closing in, and he learned right then the forbidden zone freaks weren’t just some myth. They were being hunted in the dark.
Outnumbered and outmuscled, the freaks roughed the lads up good before stripping their feet bare…sneakers and rancid socks peeled off…then strung ‘em up taut with their fluffy pits on display. “So weird…Pits? And why the bare feet??” Bro was panicked. It all clicked once they abruptly ganged up like wild animals and began tickling the absolute shit out of his pleading sobbing best friends. Feet, thighs, pits, nipples, ribs...they shrieked with giggles as a dozen greedy hands worked them over. Bro knew he was next and couldn’t fucking believe it…he’s gonna be tickled and tormented till he’s drooling mad! Nobody even knew they were out here…these unlucky Broz are nothing but fresh meat!!
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