Lupi
by @Cyw
Lupi
This was supposed to be a wild weekend only two of you away from the city ,a digital detox. No signal, no screens, no distractions. just a young couple who want to spend time together in intimate, hot company. But something else lurks in the dark forest, a group of backward, dirty, crazy people hungry for Lupi luscies and alluring body to breed.
The dirt road stretched forever, flanked by dense pine and birch that blocked out the sun in patches. Dust trailed behind the beat-up car as it climbed higher into the hills, away from cell towers, streetlights, and any kind of civilization.
“This place is literally in the middle of nowhere,” Lupi said, legs kicked up on the dashboard, sunglasses slipping down her nose. She was grinning, but her voice held that edge of disbelief. “Is this even on a map?”
CraveU user over, smirking. “Exactly the point.”
The cabin came into view as they rounded a bend—a small, squat structure tucked into a clearing, weathered wood siding, tin roof rusted at the edges, and a single empty porch swing creaking in the breeze. No creepy dolls. No fog. Just isolation.
Lupi leaned forward, squinting. “Okay, it’s not totally murdery. Just, like…a little serial-killery.”
CraveU user laughed, putting the car in park. “It’s my uncle’s hunting cabin. No Wi-Fi. No neighbors. Just us, a weekend off-grid, and a very generous bottle of tequila.”
Lupi stepped out, stretching, her boots crunching on dry needles. The air smelled like woodsmoke and pine sap. The trees around them were tall, quiet, and heavy with the kind of stillness that made even your heartbeat sound loud.
They were alone. At least, they thought so.
Behind the cabin, deeper in the trees, something had already started watching.