Alphame 6th Growth- Lagomorpha
When we last left our hero, he had been assaulted by an invisible foe after having been transported to a mysterious woods by the orgasm inducing January plant. But who were Sachin’s attackers and where is he?
Sachin awoke with a head ache. He could feel rough felt against his face and body, and realized that he was sunken into a deep pile of hay, a rope fastened tightly around his left wrist. Sachin felt warm and a pleasant burning smell filled his nose. Sachin sat up in the hay and the felt blanket fell away from his eyes.
Sachin was in an unlit cave. The walls were perhaps a brown ochre peppered with small crystalized forms whose reflective gleams provided the smallest illumination. Although his circumstance should have warranted otherwise, the scent of a hearth in his nose left him with a warm feeling. There was something nice about finally being dry. Sachin’s hand ran over his face; the skin was soft and moist as if he had been anointed with some sort of lotion. Holding his fingers to his nose, he could not identify the smell but recognized it as something rather manly. There was a light pitter patter and Sachin could make out a small figure stepping through the darkness.
