Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

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For whoareyou2judge

It's dark here. I'm groggy and I'm scared.

I can't remember much, just bits and pieces. It feels surreal like this isn't me, it's not happening to me.

I was at an event, well it was finished, I had spent most of the day smiling and taking pictures. I had gone outside for some fresh air, it was dark then too.

Some guy had approached me, he was attractive and friendly. We struck up a conversation, he told me his name.

God, what was it?

Cameron.

I can't remember much after that, it feels foggy.

I start to feel my way around the room, there's concrete floor and brick walls. I finally find the door, it's metal but there's no handle. I continue to feel at the door, there's a slot, I can fit my hand through it almost up to my elbow but it scrapes my skin when I pull back.

I feel frustrated, scared and alone. I try to swallow back the panic that threatens to overwhelm me.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

It doesn't even seem worth it to yell for help. There's no windows, I'm obviously in the basement of whatever building I'm in. It doesn't seem like a house.

I have no idea what time or day it is, I'm completely disoriented, I wonder if he wanted it to be that way.

Time passes, I don't know how much. I'm sitting in the corner farthest from the door. I haven't been able to sleep at all. All of a sudden the light comes on, I squint my eyes because they've gotten used to the darkness.

I take a look at my surroundings, there's 2 cameras both mounted on opposite sides of the room, he can see me no matter where I go.

There's no bathroom and no shower, how am I supposed to stay clean? What if I have to take a shit? Or most likely pee?

I wonder if he's watching me right now, he must be right? He turned on the lights.

I stand and walk to the door, the camera follows my movements. Okay, he's definitely watching me.

I sit back in my corner. I stare at the camera that just moved. I wonder what he's thinking, is he gloating that he got one over on the famous Nash Grier?

Why did he take me? For ransom? Will he torture me? Fuck, I shouldn't have thought of that, now I'm freaking out. I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I have to pee and there's nowhere for me to pee.

I start feeling anxious too, not knowing what's coming is making me anxious, nervous, worried, scared and every other negative emotion under the sun.

I can't stand not knowing my fate. I also can't stand pain so if that's the angle he's going to take with me then I'm going to crack really fast.

I start to shake my leg because now I really have to pee. Of course my brain is my worst enemy so I start to have thoughts of waterfalls, rivers, lakes. I'm fucked, I really have to go.

I stand and walk to the opposite corner of where I am. I stand facing the wall and I urinate against it. God, this is so gross, now it's going to stink. I go back to my corner and sit there.

An indeterminate amount of time passes and I start to get hungry. Is he going to starve me to death?

Suddenly the slot in the door opens and a tray with a sandwich and a juice box is held there. I stare at it for a moment. I'm scared to go and get it but I'm also hungry.