Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:43 pm
The night was difficult, after I was mummified a pair of tubes were inserted into my nose, and sealed with tape, completing my mummification. The boys mockingly played breathing games with the tube as I struggled in my mummified state.
Underneath the Saran wrap and tape it was exceptionally hot. I tried to wriggle but underneath the tape I was cacooned completely, unable to move even my fingers. I could make minor sounds with my mouth under the tape, but very little, as the sock sealed beneath at least a dozen layers of duct tape, Saran wrap, and topped off with electrical tape, kept me from screaming or even mumbling.
As I breathed through the tubes, I worried, not just about me, but eric
, I was detrimentally sorry I brought him into this. I was so upset, I even went as far as crying a bit, but these tears merely reflected off the tape sealing my eyes shut, going back into my eyes. Hot, sweaty, unable to see, talk, or wiggle. I slept.
I awoke to myself being picked up and placed in the back of the van. I could feel the rumbling of the road as my captors checked my bonds, and Erics. Though we weren't going anywhere. Soon enough the van stopped and I could hear beneath the layers of tape a conversation.
"You got two for me?" A strange man said.
"Yes sir." Donovan said, as I heard the van open.
"Mummified, as I asked. No physical issues, both sound?"
"Of course." Donovan said.
"Put them in the basement," the man said, I'll pay you your $100,000, my wife will help you when you get in the basement. Knock them out with chloroform first.
I felt a strange gas come in through my nose tubes, no choice but to inhale. I passed out.
I awoke groggily, staring up at my new habitat. Thankfully, ah yes thankfully, I was released from my mummified state. And I looked over at Eric, who was thankfully alive.
That was the good news. The bad news was the fact each of us was strapped to a medical gurney, in some sort of surgeons office. I saw the chains around my body. I knew this wasn't good.
A man came in with surgical gloves and a mask on. Tape still gagging us and me and Eric's bodies chained down. This was almost my worst nightmare.
"Hello kids, you can call me Dr. Fronkenstein. I suppose your wondering why I brought you here."
Me and Eric both nodded as Fronkenstein went to the straps near my head securing the straps tightly over my forehead and mouth area, keeping me looking straight at the ceiling, unable to move my body at all, only my fingers. He did the same to Eric.
"My wife is ill. I have created a drug that could cure her. But why use eats as a test subject?"
At this point I stopped listening realizing this guy was insane.
"So I'm forcing you guys to do hard labor each day. With the two other test subjects.
I think one of the test subjects grew a third arm," whispered Fronkenstein.
If you do this work, the drug works, I will set you free on the spot.
If you disobey. I will perform surgical tests on you, and you won't see the light of day again. Is that clear?"
Good. Just do as I say, and you will be freed.
From there we were knocked out. Only to awake hours later. Deep underground. In a jail cell. Chains on my wrists handcuffed in front of me. In the cell across from me was Eric. He was yet again mummified in his prison costume which consisted of an orange shirt, black shorts, and orange baseball socks pulled to his knees. He was mummified in rope this time though.
On the side of me were two more cells. Housing two more roommates. Begin mining a horrific adventure. One I would cut short. Already planning my escape.