I spotted an ad for a volunteer for a rubber man experiment, thats all it said, with a phone number. I phoned the number, spoke to a really nice guy who said his name was Guy, gave me the address and asked me, if I was interested, to see him at 10am the next day.
My Gay Rubber Horror Story and Its Ending
The Forbidden Forest of Nazagarath
I had a chill rush up my spine, I erred on the side of caution as one does in my profession. I was all to aware of the eyes fixated on me. Just on the edge of consciousness they wait and linger these invisible stalkers of all things flesh and bone. Thinking in my head what is this beast coiled up in the shadows. Friend, foe, or something else entirely.
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