Velma gets her ASSHOLE pounded Velma Dinkley adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses stepping cautiously into the abandoned house on the edge of town The Mystery Inc had split up again and it was her job to search the halls alone The place full of forgotten secrets Cobwebs hung like veils dust swirled with each step and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath her shoes She pulled out her flashlight sweeping its beam across faded wallpaper and broken furniture a whisper She froze Hello Her voice was steady but her grip on the flashlight tightened Silence Then a sudden crash from the next room Velma swallowed hard and pushed open the door A figure stood in the shadows its white mask gleaming in the dim light Deep black eye sockets stared back at her void of life Ghostface Velma s pulse pounded She had unmasked dozens of monsters before but this was different This wasn t just another crook in a rubber mask there was a presence a menace in the air Jinkies she whispered Ghostface tilted its head as if amused Then without warning it grabbed her There was Velma getting her asshole pounded by that monster Deeper and deeper balls deep she almost can t handle it