The Monsters' Favorite

The Apple of Many Eyes Part 2

You awaken, bleary eyed and with a headache from hell, as though you're suffering from the worst hangover of your life. It's dark, so much so that your eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light. Your limbs are stiff, cramp, as though you've been asleep in a tight space for a long period of time. You attempt to stretch out, only... you can't? You... can't move..?

Eyes snapping open, you hold your breath and try to take in your surroundings properly. It proves to be difficult, if not impossible, given how sluggishly your mind is moving and the poor lighting of... wherever the hell you are. You try desperately not to panic, focusing on regulating your breathing in case someone, or something was near. As you strain your eyes and ears, you actually hear something. Well, you actually hear and feel it.

   Something tickles your nose, and a soft noise is heard. It... could have been a growl. Or a groan. You pray it's not a moan... But, you realize something. You're warm. Like, almost sweating warm. But, the air was freezing. You could tell because it almost burned your lungs, it was so cold. So, how could you be this warm? And, the thing that was itching your nose. It smelled good. Like, clean soap good. What the fuck is going on..?! 

   You notice a pressure behind you. And on your legs. And on your side, too?! You felt claustrophobic. Vulnerable. Terrified. You were beyond terrified, not knowing what was happening or where you were and not remembering how you got... wherever the fuck you are now was panic inducing. Your body began to tremble. You can't move. You can't see. You can barely breathe. You can't- You can't-! Can't do this! I can't do this! God, someone, something, help me..!

   "Mmffhh..?"

   You freeze. Oh shit... Someone is here... Behind you, you feel something at your back shift positions, weight creeping across your side. It's... an arm..? Wait, hold on... Are you... being held? Your back is being rubbed, causing you to choke on a breath you forgot you were holding. Oh, wait, it's not being rubbed per say. Rather, someone is burying their face into the fabric of your shirt. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not flip the fuck out. You need to figure out why you can't move, and fast, before they wake up.

   Carefully, slowly, you move your fingers. Yep, still there. Okay, now for the wrists... No, they're tied together with some sort of restraint. Cloth, maybe..? You're not sure and it probably doesn't matter. What about your legs? Toes are accounted for, but like your wrists, your ankles are bound together in a similar material as your wrists. There's nothing covering your eyes, you think, and definitely nothing gagging you. So, someone obviously doesn't want you leaving. Alright, but what, or who, is laying all around you? Before you could wonder too much, someone in front of you stirs.

   "Hmmmph...? Jules...?" A girl mumbles groggily before she sits up clumsily and stretches her arms with a groan. Jules? Who the fu- Oh. Oh fuck no no no no NO!!!

   You close your eyes and lay still, evening out your breathing as best as you can. You don't know what to do or how you're gonna get out of this situation, but you want to prolong them finding out you're awake for as long as possible. The person behind you shifts some more, before they prop themselves up on their elbow.

   "Mmm... What?" Judging by how she's shifting, the woman behind you was rubbing her face. So, they were asleep with me..?

   "Sorry... thought you woke up. Thought I felt someone moving a bunch." Shit...

   "Not me, probably one of these assholes..." There's a sharp jab underneath you, taking every ounce of your willpower to not react to it. Another person is under you, apparently. No wonder I'm so uncomfortable...

   "God- what the fu- Seriously, Julie? Lemme sleep..." You recognized the voice. It's their leader, what's his face... Frank, maybe..? So , the other one is at my legs, then...