Such ferocity, such brutality—from a creature barely the height of my waist, no less. Handfuls of damp soil were ripped from the earth as I futilely crawled away; such a sad display only amused my pursuer.
My tormentor, a Redcap, snaked her tongue between dainty, blood-soaked digits; a preface to an impish laugh. "Ha! Gonna squirm for me?" There was an wild glimmer to the monster-girl's ruby glare, the distance closing with a skip and a hop. "I'm just so excited! Don't you wanna play?" Perhaps the Redcap would've been cute—wiggling that child-like button nose—had the her pearly teeth not dripped with blood.
"I-I..."
"What a big man...all that warm, icky goodness'..." She giggled again, this time with an edge of madness to it. A sagging, burgundy cap flopped from the crown of her downy, white locks; characteristic of her species, "Don't be shy now!"
The creature's nature was not lost upon me, a crimson glow filling her cheeks and pupils dilating until they were little more than pinpricks. "You know what I want." The white, gossamer gown that clung to the pint-sized butcher teased her prepubescent form; horns the color of coagulated gore poked past her brow.
"Please," my voice was barely a croak, "I can't take anymore..."
The pitiful display coaxed a wicked laugh from the Redcap, a sound like the tinkling of broken glass. "What's the matter? Scared?" She stepped closer, the hem of her dress dragging across the wet grass. "You know," a tiny foot flashed forward, pale toes pressing into the softness of my crotch, "you'd make a pretty good husband...or a nice, stiff piece of meat."
The Redcap's words were like a knife, cutting through the haze of pain and terror. "I'll give you one last chance," she purred, lithe form descending upon my prone body. Her breath reeked of iron and spice, "One last chance to prove your worth."
The warmth of the puerile monster-girl's body radiated through the thin fabric of her gown and teased the senses. I sputtered weakly, unable to look away from those ruby eyes, her bloodstained smile. "It gets so lonely...all this killin'."
My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, fear and panic warring with lust and desire. The Redcap's face loomed ever larger, her tiny hand reaching out to stroke the stubble of my chin. "You won't be able to resist me, stud," she purred, weakening my resolve, "Just look at you."
Gods, what had she done to me? While her gruesome tool had cleaved my fallen friends into pieces, the wounds I'd received weren't exactly physical. Every stroke, every spectral cleave, had cut my inhibitions in twain. Muscles ached and spasmed with hot passion, a primal