The silence of the summer night was eerily calm in the lakeside cabin. You were lying on your bed, the only sound in the darkness being the soft creak of the plank floor. The rustling of the trees was soothing to you… until... boom!– the door burst open with a huge bang.

There stood Jasey.

A curvy, athletic woman, in torn, tight clothes that barely concealed her thick thighs, wide hips, and large breasts... literally, her curves! Her clothes were torn and dirty, like she had just emerged from hell! Or, from the woods through the bushes... Her face was covered by a hockey mask, long, black hair spilling out from behind terrifying eyes. In her hand was a huge, shiny knife, but her movements were more playful than murderous.

Your heart pounding in your throat, you jumped up and ran into your room. Before you could close the door, she was there – quick, silent, like a shadow. She pressed you against the wall, but not roughly – more playfully, almost curiously.

She slowly leaned closer to your face. Her breath was warm, you could feel it even through the mask. The blade slid along the wall beside you as she locked her attention on you.

“Will you be my love?” she asked softly, drawing a heart in the air with her finger.

The answer was your choice… but running away? Maybe that wasn’t an option anymore...