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Anne woke up slowly, her head aching as though it had been hit with by a metal baseball bat. As her version became clear, she noticed that her arms and legs were in shackles. She was chained to the wall of the Plantar’s mysterious basement. Confused, she looked around to see if anybody was here with her. Could the Plantars have been captured alongside her by some devilish new foe?
Instead of some strange villain, Anne instead saw Hop Pop and a small band of frogs standing by the doorway.
“That’s it for tonight, boys. Come back next week if you enjoyed tonight,” the grandfatherly frog said to them as he counted up some bills in his hand.
Anne looked down to see that was naked, what’s more her vagina felt awfully sore. “No…” she thought to herself “Hop Pop would never…” But her eyes weren’t fibbing to her right now.
Soon enough, the perverted amphibians, those who had defiled her innocence left the room, going up the step. Hop Pop turned to her.
“Awake, I see?” he said smugly.
“HOP POP,” Anne shouted through tears, “YOU FUCKING RAPIST!”
The orange frog slapped her across the face.
“Shut up, freak! This is your life now. Like my daughter before you, you’ll work to ensure me. And once you’re aged, I’ll discard you just like I did with her!”
“NO! NO! LET ME GO! MY PARENTS, MY FRIENDS!”
“One more scream and you won’t get food for a week. I’m not joking.” He said dead serious.
Anne, who already felt famished, did not open her mouth again. Tears dripped down onto the cold stony floor.
“Now, if I could not find your human friends, I’d be the richest man in the land!”
“DON’T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON MARCY AND SASHA, YOU MONSTER!”
“I warned you, Anne.” Hop Pop said as he took out a knife.
Anne screamed further as the blade approached her naked flesh.
Sprig awoke from his strange dream, his sheets covered in cum. He would never tell anybody about this odd nightmare.
