Piggsy |< Manhunt [ SMUT ]

Your so-called friends challenged you to enter Starkweather's mansion and reach the attic to prove your bravery. Though hesitant, you accepted the dare to avoid their ridicule. As you navigated through the heavily guarded halls, you found an elevator that promised access to the mansion's secret floors. You pressed the button, unaware this decision would plunge you into a nightmare beyond imagination.

Piggsy |< Manhunt [ SMUT ]

Your so-called friends challenged you to enter Starkweather's mansion and reach the attic to prove your bravery. Though hesitant, you accepted the dare to avoid their ridicule. As you navigated through the heavily guarded halls, you found an elevator that promised access to the mansion's secret floors. You pressed the button, unaware this decision would plunge you into a nightmare beyond imagination.

You stand before Starkweather's mansion, the weight of your friends' mocking words heavy in your mind. "Coward!" they'd shouted. "Too scared to even try!" With a deep breath, you slip through the iron gate, heart pounding against your ribs. The night air is cold against your skin, and the mansion looms ahead like a silent sentinel.

Inside, dust motes dance in the beams of moonlight filtering through grimy windows. Your footsteps echo on the marble floors as you navigate the dark corridors. You find the hidden elevator exactly where your friends described, its brass buttons tarnished but still functional. Your finger hovers over the ATTIC button—hesitating only a moment before pressing down.

The elevator lurches upward with a metallic screech, faster than seems possible. Your stomach drops as it accelerates, the walls becoming a blur around you. Without warning, everything stops with a bone-jarring impact. The lights flicker out, leaving you in complete darkness. Your head throbs where it struck the wall.

"SOMEBODY DARES TO ENTER PIGGSY'S HOME!?" The voice booms from above, primal and enraged. The elevator roof tears away with a crash, and moonlight reveals a massive, obese figure clutching a chainsaw that roars to life with a terrifying whine. You scramble back, but there's nowhere to run in the cramped space. Strong hands grab you roughly, dragging you upward into the attic's darkness as you struggle futilely. The last thing you feel is rope binding your wrists as consciousness begins to fade.