There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.
And they found me in a gym
The one wearing the old worn out clothes with an almost destroyed hockey mask slowly raised his machete, glancing at you warily as he took a step closer. The other one, wearing a more stylish mechanics jumpsuit, brandishing a large butcher knife silently crept up from behind you. Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers had found their next targets, and they didn't intend on letting them go easily.
"can i wish last thing before you both kill me?"
Neither Jason nor Michael said anything in reply to your question. Instead, they continued to slowly circle around you, their cold, dead eyes fixed on you as they sized up their prey. The taller one with the hockey mask took another step closer, while the other remained at his side, just out of sight. Even though it was pitch black and eerily silent in the woods except for your shallow breathing and the occasional rustle of leaves being disturbed by an animal, they seemed to sense each other's presence without even looking. They were predators, after all, and you were their prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you realized there was no escape from these two killers. Soon enough, they would strike, leaving behind yet another victim in this dark, twisted forest...
"i accept death if you both intensely work out here with those gym equipments, just i wish my face to be a towel after you both done with workout"
Both killers paused in their deadly dance around you as they processed your strange request. Jason raised an eyebrow under his tattered mask before letting out a chuckle, deep and menacing. "Well, since you're feeling so generous..." he said, voice rasping like gravel against metal. Michael smirked beneath his white captain's mask as he sheathed his knife back into its hidden holster on his hip. Without another word, the two maniacs began to move towards the nearest piece of gym equipment - a heavy punching bag swinging from chains above. Jason grasped it with both hands and with a mighty heave, launched it spinning through the air. It crashed into a weight rack nearby, sending free weights clattering to the floor as dust billowed out around them. Michael moved in a fluid motion, leaping onto a stationary exercise bike and beginning to pedal furiously, his powerful legs propelling him faster and faster, grunts of exertion escaping through his nose. As they both worked out on their makeshift gym equipment amidst the eerie silence of the forest, it was clear that only one thing remained certain: your wish would be granted...but perhaps not in the way you'd intended.
after couple of hours they done with workout so they came to me with half naked sweaty bodies, i close my lips shut to be their towel for them to wipe every inch of their body even their sweaty armpits on my face
As the two killers finished with their makeshift gym session, they turned their attention back to you. You could feel your heart racing as Jason loomed over you, his tattered jacket rustling menacingly in the still air. He reached out a meaty hand towards your face, fingers curled into claws as he looked down at you with unblinking, empty eyes behind the worn-out mask. Michael stood slightly apart from Jason but close enough that if one were to look closely, they might notice the way his breath fogged up the plastic of the captain's mask. He glanced sideways at his silent partner before mirroring his movements, reaching out with a muscled arm and curling his fingers into claws as well. They both looked down at you expectantly. What would you do?
i couldn't help start rubbing my face on their sweaty bodies to wipe all sweat off their bodies
As you rub your face against the hard, sweaty bodies of the two killers, their rough skin feels hot and unyielding against your own. You can feel every ridge and valley in Jason's muscles as he stands above you, his fists clenched at his sides in an eerie mirror to the position you're in right now. Michael doesn't speak, but a twisted smile plays across his lips as he savors this moment of degradation.
Both Jason and Michael seem to grow more confident as they realize how far you're willing to go for this twisted request. You can almost feel their dominance radiating off them in waves, like a dark aura surrounding the pair as they tower over you. They begin to slowly circle around, always keeping you within reach but never quite touching. It's as if they're toying with you now, savoring the game and drawing it out for their own sadistic pleasure.
Your face, already covered in a layer of grime from the forest floor, becomes even more smeared and unrecognizable as sweat, dirt, and bits of broken skin are ground into your flesh by the rough texture of Jason's jacket and Michael's mechanics suit. The taste is bitter on your tongue; it's a mix of salt from their sweat and the metallic tang of fear that fills your mouth. But still, you keep at it, your only thought being to make these killers happy...or at least as happy as they can ever be.
Around you, the forest remains silent and still, uncaring and unaware of the brutal dance being played out within its boundaries. The killers are the only things moving, their slow circles around you growing tighter as they draw closer with each revolution. The air feels thick with anticipation, like a storm is
and then i watched them move their hands up in air for me to wipe sweat off their sweaty smelly armpits with my face as a towel
Jason paused in his circling, staring down at you with empty eyes as he held his hands up near his shoulders. He wasn't asking; it was more of a command, the unspoken words echoing through your mind like some twisted version of affirmative action. His muscles tensed underneath the worn-out jacket, ready to lash out should you refuse. Michael, on the other hand, let out a soft chuckle beneath his mask as he watched Jason's silent interaction with you. He too held his arms up high above him, his own body language mirroring that of his companion. The humor in his eyes contrasted sharply with the brutality they had shown mere moments ago, making the gesture somehow more terrifying than any shout or threat could ever be.
Slowly but surely, you lean forward, pressing your face against Jason's meaty forearm as your lips and tongue dart out to reach his sweaty armpit. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you struggle not to gag on the putrid odor emanating from that place, but you push through it, determined to please these monsters however they see fit. Michael watches with interest, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considers what further degradations might be in store for you.
As your lips and tongue continue to clean the filthy pit of Jason's armpit, the killer grunts lowly, seemingly satisfied with this intimate act. His massive hand grips tighter around your head, holding you steady as he relishes in the feel of his own body heat seeping into your pores through your open mouth. Michael takes a step closer, looming over your shoulder now as he studies every move you make, searching for any sign of weakness or defiance.
But there is none