Luke wasn't unfamiliar with these two sensations. It was just that he had basically used his hands in the past, but now he was in contact with his entire body.
That feeling … was indescribable.
But he still kept his eyes open to observe Quentin's reaction.
In reality, Quentin should've been woken up by the slime long ago, but he was still unconscious.
Could it be that because Quentin was unconscious, he couldn't receive the stimulation from the nightmare, and Freddy's slime attack was ineffective?
Luke's mind raced, but the blood swamp didn't seem bottomless, and their bodies continued to sink.
On the other side, Nancy immediately felt suffocated after she sank into the blood swamp.
The greasy blood poured into her mouth and nose, and the strong stench of blood made her feel as if she had fallen into hell.
It felt like an ordinary person falling into a cesspool.
It felt like a long moment, but it also felt like a short moment. Her body suddenly stopped falling, and the darkness in front of her became slightly brighter.
Her eyes widened, and she felt as if she had landed on a soft bed. As far as her eyes could see, the black and red blood quickly retracted, and in the blink of an eye, it turned back into a gray ceiling.
This was … her bedroom?
Nancy was confused, but when she looked down, she saw that the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing had turned into a white children's dress.
Her expression changed drastically.
The style and color of the dress were very familiar to her.
It was the dress worn by the little girl she had seen in her dream, and that little girl had to be her when she was a child in Badham Kindergarten.
"Three! Two! One! "With a low voice, the door to the room opened.
Freddy leaned against the door and knocked on it with his claws. "I'm coming in, little Nancy."
"No, don't come over," Nancy murmured fearfully.
Freddy, however, chuckled as he approached. "Your eyes say no! No! But my mouth says yes! Okay! "
As he spoke, he flicked his claws at the bed, and Nancy's struggling limbs were immediately bound by invisible ropes and fastened to the bed.
"Please, please, don't!" Nancy fell into despair.
Freddy gracefully jumped onto the bed and lay on his side next to her. His left hand propped up his head, and the steel claws of his right hand pressed down on her smooth calf, slowly sliding upwards.
The tips of the claws made a slight sizzling sound as they rubbed against her skin. Nancy was terrified, as if her calf was bleeding.
In fact, there were only a few fine white scratches on her calves.
Freddy's claws continued to move upwards to lift the hem of the white dress. "Remember, this is my favorite dress you wear."
Nancy shook her head with difficulty. "No, I don't."
Freddy cackled. "You've already remembered. I know that you have seen the gift I left behind. Your heart is now filled with pain and fear, and they are calling out to me. "
As he spoke, the tip of the claw gradually moved up, bringing along the corner of the dress as it slowly rose, past her knees, past her thighs.
Nancy closed her eyes in pain. "Someone, someone help me!"
Freddy cackled. "There's no one else here, including your little boyfriend."
As he spoke, the hem of the dress was cut open by the claws.
"Open your eyes and look at me!" Freddy suddenly shouted.
Nancy was extremely resistant, but she subconsciously opened her eyes, and then suddenly opened them wide. "OMG!" (Oh! (Oh my God!)
Freddy, however, chuckled. "No, I'm the only one here! And I'll only send you to hell. "
But Nancy mumbled as if she didn't hear anything, "Quentin? Uh … Luke? "
Stunned, Freddy turned his head abruptly.
At that moment, a blob of black and red liquid had "spat out" two people from the ceiling in the corner of the room, and was quickly retracting.
One of them had his head and limbs lolling down, and was clearly unconscious.
The other person, on the other hand, twisted his body in midair and moved from lying down to standing up before landing lightly on the ground.
Looking at the gazes of the two people on the bed, the person who was standing put a hand to his forehead. "Freddy! Freddy! How many times do I have to tell you not to do such filthy things to beautiful girls? You damn eunuch! "
Freddy was surprised for only a moment before he slowly got up. "You again?"
Luke said, "That's right. I'm the embodiment of justice — Skywalker!"
Freddy was stunned for a moment before he laughed so hard that he bent over. "Haha, haha, Skywalker? Haha, I'm so scared! Huh, where's your lightsaber? Where's your cape? More importantly, where's your Force? "
As he spoke, he actually turned around and crawled back onto the bed next to Nancy, his claws scraping over her smooth skin. "I like the sound of my claws cutting through their skin, and I like their screams and wails even more …"
"Beast! Let go of the girl! "Luke roared." Let me! "
Freddy: "Huh?!"
Nancy: "What?!"
Luke smiled awkwardly. "Haha, that's … a mistake! It should be — don't touch her! "
Hearing this familiar line, Freddy felt that he was finally in control of the situation.
His claws continued upward and cut through her white dress, turning it into something like a cardigan. "How can I give up on such a beautiful thing?"
As he spoke, his claws stopped at Nancy's chest. He exerted a little force, and the place started to cave in, as if the sharp claws were going to stab in the next moment.
Looking at this, Luke suddenly said, "Huh? She's such a big girl. Why isn't she wearing a bra?"
Freddy: "Huh?"
Nancy: "What?"
When Luke asked the question, he raised Quentin and smashed him.
Freddy didn't know how to react when Quentin whizzed over, and instantly disappeared from the bed.
Just like that, the unconscious Quentin smashed heavily into Nancy, causing her to gasp in pain.
She couldn't scream.
Quentin's body was so heavy that it felt as if her stomach had been flattened.
Freddy appeared next to the bed again. "Wow, it seems like I have two toys now."
Luke curled his lip. "It's fine. In any case, the man is up there. Kill him however you want."
Freddy: "Huh?"
Nancy: "What?"
Luke finally walked over slowly. "I'm not gay. Why would I protect a man? Men should be self-reliant. "
Freddy: "…"
Nancy: "…"
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