Sort'a Stuck

Alberto 1995 Page 6

Narrator

Alberto keeps throwing all of his body weight against the rope-work binding him to his bed, thrashing and struggling and squirming as much as he can with everything he's got, as the monster storm rages outside his bedroom, and  the flashes of lightning erupt through his bedroom windows, illuminating his entire body now...struggling and trashing underneath the weight of all these tiny creature-things, now trying harder and harder to over-power him, and keep him still over his bed, firmly pinned down underneath all of their tiny makeshift ropes, and spread-eagle bondage they have him in.

The bondage for the moment, keeps Alberto firmly bound to the bed and the sock that was stuffed into his mouth keeps his muffling noise to a minimum throughout the terrible ordeal. The scrubbing and the brushing and the washing continues on both of his bare feet...some tiny creatures are holding the entire foot, while others are holding all the toes spread-open so the 'cleaning' process can continue, and of course the creatures doing the brushing and the scrubbing and the washing are relentless with the 'cleaning' process, as they continue passing the brushes and the washcloths all over Alberto's bare feet and between each of his toes...over and over again, making them look ever more clean for the leader of these tiny creatures, the one just standing before Alberto's bare feet and tied-down body, just watching the entire process take place.

"MMNGHNRROHNMORHMNOONMMM"...Alberto in the meantime, just continues pulling forcefully against the tiny ropes holding his wrists and ankles prisoners to his own bed, and pulling on the rest of the tiny ropes being held by all the tiny creatures, successfully pinning his entire body to his bed, muffle-screaming under his stinky-sock gag, trying to push it out with his tongue but being unsuccessful at every attempt. The tiny creatures by his head, try pulling down on his 'mohawk' style hair as a group, successfully pinning his head back down for some time before he gains traction again and pulls harder with his head again, as with his entire body, and makes them lose their grip and balance once more!

Alberto's POV

I'm fucking losing it and just when I feel I can't take another minute of this 'scrub-tickling' shit, the tiny ropes on my right wrist give completely...SHIT, I'M FUCKING FREE! I almost choke on my own fucking sock...that is now in my fucking mouth, and as I raise my now free right arm, I realize the sock isn't stuck inside my mouth...it was kept in there by a tiny rope these fuckers were pinning down over my mouth in order to keep it there. With my now 'free' hand I tear through the rope-work of my left wrist, as I push off me those tiny animal-things there, and then all of the ones on my bear chest. My left hand is now free as well...and I hear all of these fucking animal-things scampering around on my bed, some jumping off it and the rest crawling down on the sheet of my mattress. I watch as the thousands of tiny shadows all over the floor, and my desk as well as my shelves start scattering all about...wailing in tiny noise that sounds so fucking 'far-away' and small and weird, very high-pitched and shit!

I move quickly and I start tearing the shit out of the tiny ropes keeping my ankles tied to the corners of the bed...first the right one and then the left one as I spit the sock out of my aching, fucking mouth. I had that shit in my mouth for some time...the muscles in my jaw feel a bit achy from having that shit in there! I work quickly and free my right ankle, then the left one...my soles and my toes feel kinda wet.

I jump off my bed in the darkness of my room, as the lightning keeps illuminating it and the thunder outside makes the entire house shake over and over again. I run to switch on the light in my room and I almost slip on the wood floor with my wet soles but I manage to keep myself up and take a hold of the wall when I get there, to steady my body a bit. I'm a bit scared-shitless right now and out of breath, as I have no fucking idea what just happened here. A few minutes ago I woke up to half-a-million critters crawling all over my room in the middle of the night, I was fucking tied down to my bed with a sock in my mouth and I got a 'sponge' bath on my fucking feet...and it was all done by a bunch of critter-things that looked to be about the size of a pencil! My mind is racing now, trying to come up with something other than..."WHAT THE FUCK"...because to be honest, if someone were to tell me this was all a dream...I would believe it, but unfortunately for me, I know I'm not fucking dreaming!

I switch on the light in my room only to find nothing anywhere, my bed with my sheets all over the place, the shelves, my desk, my floor...empty, nothing anywhere. The room is completely empty, other than myself. The thunder continues outside, as I go fucking mad pulling my sheets off my fucking bed, looking under it...pushing my desk off the fucking wall a bit and looking there, clearing up all of my shelves and looking there too. I go all over my room inspecting the floor and over to my closet and open the door the rest of the way (I know I closed that fucking door before I went to sleep). I turn the light in there and look everywhere, throwing all of my shit outside onto the wood floor!

For about an hour I look here and there and try to make sense of what just took place inside my room a few minutes ago, but I fucking can't. I can't say what it was...I don't fucking know what those fucking things were either! All I know is...they were all here in my fucking room one minute, then they were all fucking gone in a split second!  I have no fucking idea what they were doing to my fucking feet either...other than what felt like scrubbing the shit out of them, or why! Some water-shit must have been used on my soles and toes as they were fucking wet and I nearly slipped trying to walk on the fucking floor when I got up off my fucking bed. There was a fucking sock in my mouth too...I know that was fucking real as shit because that's what I was tasting for quite a bit as well!

The storm slowly comes to a closing outside, as the rain comes down a little less and less every second now, and the thunder gets quieter every minute too, until it completely fades along with the lightning. I can't do anything else but sit on my fucking bed...thinking, just fucking thinking about what to do. I have no idea what to do! With my head in my hands, just frantically thinking...I can't fucking sleep. I will not go back to sleep, not in this fucking house...not with those fucking things running around in the house, in my room...at night, waiting...just waiting for me to fall sleep again, so they can all come out from their hideouts and get me tied-down again, and stuff my fucking mouth shut so they can get at my fucking feet again!