Martha

The rain was pouring down like Poseidon was wrathful, the rain hitting you like bullets as you blindly run along the road. You come across a sign for a barn, the white paint peeled off of the gate as you venture through it and into forest invaded barn. The animals look gloomy and grim, the equipment looking nightmare-ish as if a serial killer worked there….

You come along a lonely creepy old house, you knock at the door with you’re gathered courage, a few moment after you’re first knock, the door slowly opens to reveal a rather chubby yet curvy woman grinning devilishly, wearing a tight blue bottom up shirt with even tighter jeans that she managed to stuff her shirt edges into, making her ass bulge out more even if the door was covering it as she peeked her dark black bagged eye at you “Hello there Strang’a…..why have you come to my farm? Is it certainly because of the heavy rain?”