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Anon ran through the forest thicket. His legs were cut by brambles, what protection his pants provided lost long ago thanks to the thorns of the forest. Muscle cramps begged him for a break, his lungs screamed for respite, but his brain knew better. It had seen a glimpse of what had pursued it, and all it desired was to put as much distance as possible between Anon and his predator.
The forest, however, was as cruel as the youkai that called it their domain. A vine managed to grasp the panicked human's ankle and brought him face-first to the earth. Dazed from the sudden impact, it took Anon a few seconds to recover, before he hurriedly struggled to get back up. He twisted his body over, struggling to make the foliage relinquish him, all in vain.
Anon's body froze as a sudden chill swept past him. He slowly looked up to see that which he dreaded the most - the beast which sought him out.
It took the form of a woman, and an impressive one at that, cloaked in simple white robes. Incredibly tall, over 6 feet he assumed, her body appeared thick. Not in the way of someone obese, but rather someone from a country. A woman who could've lived and worked on a farm with thick thighs who's silhouettes could be made out through the robes. And what good were thighs without a set of breasts, which this woman not only had, but seemed to excel in. Her breasts were incredible to behold, truly gargantuan. They appeared to sag under the robes, showing no bra to contain them. Any man who had functional genitalia would be frozen by them.
And yet, this was not what caused Anon's blood to chill and bones to shiver. What caused that was the woman's face. Or perhaps her lack of a face. All Anon could see was black emptiness there, with two large white holes appearing to be eyes. Was her face merely obscured by darkness? Or was there truly nothing there but shadow? Anon didn't know. Anon didn't want to know. Every second staring at her face brought him closer to insanity.
Anon could do nothing as he laid in the dirt, watching pathetically as the entity in the form of a woman slowly approached her, her sickly pale bare feet watching on grass, unphased by whatever unkind flora assaulted Anon. He wanted to look away from her. He wanted to run. If Anon had the ability to even break his gaze from her, he might've noticed that what vines caused him to trip had no more power over him. In truth, they never did. But that was old news now.
All Anon could do is look up at the monster standing tall beside him. She pulled at the shoulders of her robe, allowing it to fall to the floor, as the moonlight shown on her naked body. Her skin almost appeared identical to the moon, with only the long black hair of her head and pubic area interrupting the white. A white grin stretched crudely across the shadowy region that could only loosely be called a face, as Anon understood what was before him.
Anon accepted his fate as the pale woman smiled at him.
