Cramping One's Style

Cramping One's Style

The victim – Dancer – is returning from a dance session in town. She’s clearly got a pain in her back and is not in a very good mood. She quickly tosses down her gym bag and removes an ice pack or hot towel to help. Her movements are slightly stiff, her hand holding the small of her back as she moves around her apartment.

She eases out of her sweat pants to reveal her Stirrup Socks and Short-Shorts/Leotard underneath. She eases out of her shoes as well and gives a few stiff stretches before lying face down on the couch, placing the ice pack on the edge as she struggles to get comfortable. As she does, she accidentally knocks the ice pack down onto the floor with her elbow. Groaning in frustration, she tries to reach for it but can’t, forcing her to scoot herself over the edge of the couch to try and get it.

Dancer (annoyed, still intermittently holding her back with her free hand): Stupid cramp…lousy cramp…

She manages to grab it, only to realize the MONSTER is standing right beyond. The dancer slowly glances up until she’s staring at the beast’s face.

The MONSTER pounces, taking in the Dancer’s head.
Her fate is now sealed, she will never be a ballet dancer but a monster meal!