The forest was dark and still, only the slightest rustling of leaves breaking the silence.
The air was thick with the smell of decaying flesh, the scent of rot and decay hanging heavily in the air like the plague.
Every small sound seemed magnified in the darkness, the soft crunch of leaves or the rustle and snap of a twig, every noise threatening.
The thick branches of the trees cast deep shadows across the ground, the moonlight illuminating the dark for a short while before it gets hidden behind the luminescent clouds above.
It was quiet, eerily quiet.
That is until a low and raspy moan permeated in the air, the sound getting muffled.
Jannah shuddered, her eyesight hazy and blurry with her body heating up significantly as the spot between her legs felt good as the second passed by.
