I was unsure about the storyline but I think if the story progressed more then more things will be revealed. But please do comment if you want more.
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I moaned quietly into the duct tape, sealing my closed, dried lips. The dripping of sweat tears continued to sink annoyingly onto my eye sealing blindfold – also being tightly wrapped duct tape and covering every colour of light I had any chance of glimpsing. The tape, sticking tightly, had been wrapped several times around my moaning mouth, not before being stuffed with a rolled up rough hanky into my salivating mouth.
Despite the ludicrous amount of tape on my mouth only a small, yet also tight, strip – long enough to just get past both my ears on the side – had been flattened across my drossy, drugged, eyeshot eyes. Even with it being one single piece I still had no chance in seeing my surroundings. I was still left quizzical on my actual location.
Though I had spent hours screaming and trying to peel it off all my efforts were pointless. The tape wasn't coming off, not without hands.
I had woken up, from my drugged slumber, mmphing and weeping out of my sealed mouth on a squeaky and springy bed in, with guessing, a dark room alone. I still had my clothes on – my dark green alien shirt, blue jeans and my black socks that had been pulled down to my ankles. All that I was missing was my red hooded jumper and my sneaker shoes. Knowing what I have worn gave me some gladness that I hadn’t been wiped from my memory and even more gladness that I was still wearing some.
Just above where my socks had been pulled down was a chain cuffed tight. The opposite end of the cuff link was on my other leg in the same position. And after feeling about with my toes and kicking up there was another link in the middle of the cuffs that had be chained to the end of the bed. The chain wasn’t long enough for me to put my feet on the ground but it was long enough to move about from one side of the bed to the next. But where ever one foot went the other soon followed chained.
After noticing I was not moving anyway I soon began investigating my arms. It was disappointing.
My hands had been roped tight together by the wrists then covered with more tape. Struggling to pull them apart, I soon sank all arm energy away and surrendered knowing I wasn’t going to pull them apart and free myself.
I had struggled so hard and tugged apart so much it has made the rope tighter and soon circulation felt cut off and it felt as though my hands would no longer have anymore feeling within them. This was partly why I was weeping – the pain.
I wasn’t some escape magician. There was no escape, nor magician within the name Michael Baker. Escaping had nothing to do with me, besides escaping tests and late night revisions and the only thing magical about my life was that I still was alive and not cut into tiny pieces in a butchers window display – and I hope I’m not jinxing it.
I kept going to and from passing out. With each moment I drifted away I came to remember what happened the previous night, or previous night before nights. I had no clue what day it was.
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It was unnatural for a 19 year old to be cooped up in a small apartment during revision with his flat mate – flat mate being Ursula, a 62 year old pensioner who seemed to be crazily friendly, while as sweet and innocent as a kitten that was about to scratch your eyes out.
And so, being that 19 year old, that unfortunate 19 year old, I met up with a few pals from college and agreed to go out drinking at one of the many bars that plotted around the city centre of Durham – in England.
I would’ve worn my clubbing clothes – jeans and a plain white t shirt with a zip up greyed jacket but tonight it was more of a casual drinking, not a who-can-get-smashed-the-most night. That was for the weekends.
So, by bus, I met up with my friends – Jade, Christian and Pete – and we went to the bar Mocking Bird. It was wasn’t modern and seemed more targeted to mid life crisis binge drinkers. And with the cheap beer prices it seemed the perfect place to save some pennies and have a good laugh – something I thought impossible.
Then something ticks in my mind about what might have happened…
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“Alright, mate, what can I get ya’?†chirped the bartender, a stocky lad with a beer belly and shining bald head. “Yeah, alright, can I get a lemonade, two beers and a…†my mind resisted the list of drinks everyone had wanted, “And a glass of wineâ€. He nodded and winked and soon went to the end of the bar to pour the drinks.
Waiting patiently, I nibbled on the bowl of peanuts placed on the bar. Out of the corner of my eye a pink blur formed and turning my head it wasn’t any pink blur I’d ever seen. It was a woman, and believe me… she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I spent some time going through Ursula’s television magazine glancing at the female actors and they were nothing compared.
Turning away so she wouldn’t get suspicious I continued nibbling my peanuts. A soothing voice hushed into my ear, “Nice nutsâ€. I stopped crunching on the peanuts and saw it was the woman. This woman was talking to me. A 19 year old college student who didn’t have £20 in his pocket… something was up.
I blushed. “Well, thank you…†I replied, quietly. She seem a bit confused then with her red painted nails she pointed to the bowl, “Those nuts…†she replied then giggled. I then nodded vigorously in agreement and laughed a “That’s what I meantâ€.
The bartender returned with the drinks and I handed him my last £10 note. The change was minimal but I took it back happily. “Fancy drinking with me?†she said as I started to walk back to my table. The answer was obvious. “Yes†I replied and after dropping off the others drink I sat with her in the corner of the room.
Thinking back about it… she seemed surprisingly close and flirtatious. Not that I was worried about it…
Then I think one thing lead to another and I was walking back with her to her car. I had asked her her age and she replied “Old enough†and so I left it there thinking it wasn’t too old.
That’s when it cuts off. I forget everything. It was dark, I know that, and I wasn’t in a very stable state because I do recall her buying me one too many drinks and that’s when she offered to take me home.
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“Mmph…â€
I moaned. The pain was really hurting now.
It was hurting annoyingly and so I began thrashing about on the bed.
I moaned as hard as I could through the gag and pounded the metal frame at the end of the bed with my feet. I think it was a lot of noise… besides me hearing it another reason I thought was because I heard a key turning.
When the door opened the room welcomed to cool breeze of air and so did I. Before I could get too happy the sound of hard boots stepped onto the floor – it sounded like carpet.
“Well isn’t the pretty boy awake, eh?†a cold, cold male voice called out across the room. It did not echo. I froze. I held my breath afraid of what he would say next or what he would do next. His presence shadowed everything.
Eventually I breathed out and soon regretted it as he came closer to the end of the bed until I heard his legs knock against the chain hanging off the end of it. “You made a lot of noise, didn’t you?†he said, I felt his body drop next to the edge of the bed and a few feet away from my face.
I made a quiet weep. He laughed.
“Maybe I need to go get my lady friend upstairs to come and tighten you up now?†he asked.
I laid in silence, asking myself… What lady friend?