Narrator POV
The storm is pounding the heck out of the house outside, as the sheets of pouring rain drape Abel's window-panes, over and over again, through the noise of the clapping thunder, that rattles the entire noisy house now...and the lightning that flashes again and again like a camera light all over the bedroom's walls, the bed, the night table, and the T.V., the shelves, and the dresser.
The room is now completely flooded with hundreds of thousands of these tiny critters, that more than critters look like tiny miniature versions of human-beings, standing in their own little postures, upright...some just watching and whispering in their own, tiny whispers now, as poor Abel is now on the wooden floor of his own bedroom...squirming and struggling wrapped up in a lot of the tiny yarn-rope-stuff these creature-things probably made, while others are all over Abel's body, trying to take control of him, passing up and over his entire body more of this tiny, yarn-rope-stuff, and tightening it, even tighter...ever more tighter! Some are all over his bare, pale, somewhat hairy chest, legs...and others are on top of and holding or trying to hold on to his neck, still others are on top of his forehead, while others are trying to hold his head from each side...firmly and still, some are even trying to hold on to his black, combed-to-the right hair...that is now mostly out of place, and somewhat...partly over his face, now-and-again, as he struggles and squirms frantically, trying to squirm away, or squirm himself out of this yarn-rope-stuff, without any luck what-so-ever!
Still...others are deeply concentrated on holding on to the two tube socks that are now tied together in a knot and being wrapped and forced between Abel's teeth, ever so quickly and tightly, and being tied very tight behind his neck by another bunch of these tiny creature-things. Abel knows these tube socks were the ones he was just wearing a few minutes ago, and he spend the entire day with...encased in his sneakers, completely sweat-soaked and ranchy from his stinky-foot odor, from the entire day...he can smell his foot-stench on them, in his mouth now! But there is nothing he can do about it for the moment...he's been ambushed, and now lies on the wooden floor, in his bedroom...completely subdued and trussed-up like some 'cattle' piece that's being roped for it's new owner.
"MNMGHFRGHGSNNONMGHGFOGHG...", Abel tries to muffle-scream in protests, over and over...and moves his head frantically from one side to the other...and up and down too, as if to check to see if some of these creature-things are still there, firmly dedicated to trying to hold his head in place...which yes, they still are! "MDFHEERGHFFOOOGHNMGJOGIGNMEMR...", his muffle-protest screams continue...but the storm outside is too involved in making tonight a very noisy night for anything else to be louder than its blasting, earth-rattling thunder, the turbulent, unstable wind, and that incessant spell of pouring rain-sheets...that looks more like waves splashing against Abel's delicate, and transparent window panes...decorating the windows in his bedroom, tied to each side of each window now, allowing for the parade of lightning bursts...one after another, over and over again...like music in a really bad movie of sorts, where hardly anything can be seen or heard, but there is so much noise, everywhere...in a franticly muted state.
Abel's POV
"MEHEFGFMGOIHGDHFOOGHFDNMNMVFVGHOFGFOOFGHFR"...my fucking shit is all tied up like some bitch in here, in my own fucking room...with these fucking things all around me, I can feel their fucking shit-eyes on my ass now...I know they are looking on, as I get more roped-up...fucking tighter and tighter, this yarn-rope-shit gets tighter as these fucks-of-mother encase my fucking ass in more of this shit. I feel it cutting through my circulation...into my skin, while I squirm my shit and struggle my ass all over like some piece of shit that has no fucking strength...all over my fucking floor..."MHHGHROOGHEROGHGFMRHOGMNGOGOGGH".
"MHOMNDFHGDOGHREHFGFDPPGHNMOGNHDGFO...", I can't fucking believe this shit...I'm their fucking bitch right now! My bitch-ass struggling and squirming gets totally handicapped as the tiny-yarn-ropes get the tightest they'd ever gotten. I feel my fucking head being held by some of these fucker shits in place by my fucking hair, as it's being pulled down while others hold my face in place by holding on to the sides of it..."MGHGDOGOGNMHFOGHEMRERORGHMNMNOJN".
I'm not sure what the fuck is up with these pieces of shit, but I don't want any of this...I don't want this man! I don't really know what the fuck is going on here...but I feel in my fucking gut this is nothing good...this shit here is bad...VERY FUCKING BAD!
My ass is laid-out like some cow-shit across my fucking ass floor, in my room, these fuckers walk all over my fucking shit, and prod here and there...like I'm some kind of experiment of theirs and shit! I can feel their tiny-ass fingers now, all over me...poking, tracing, and 'open-palm' handling my shit...some fucking freaky-ass shit is going down in this fucking room with these mothers of shit, cause it feels like they're sampling my ass or shit...I feel like some pork-shit carcass at the fucking super-market and shit!
I try squirming and struggling against this yarn-rope shit a bit more...but my ass is tied-tight for the fucking night. I'm not going anywhere...any fucking time soon! My only fucking hope is that my fucking parents get their asses home right now...and burst through that fucking door, and fucking save my ass, but somehow I have a feeling that is not happening tonight...those cunts are not gonna here here in another few hours...or who knows, fuck their asses might just miss this shit all together! How fucking convenient for these little shits man...I'M THEIRS!!!
"MNMGFHFOFMGHNDGRRORGHNMOOGHMGHNOGG..." I muffle-scream some shit, or try to underneath these fucking stinky-ass tube-socks, that are now fucking cleave-gagging my fucking mouth and shit...but no dice there either, my shit is a quiet bitch-piece for the night too, nothing like munching on your bitch-ass stinky sweat tube socks of a few minutes ago and eating some cheese-sweat while your ass tries squirming with some fucking piece of shit rodents all roping your tied ass and holding you like their bitch...while they feel your ass up and grope-munch every inch of your fucking body...I fucking HATE this rape-handle shit their doing up on my fucking roped and gagged ass..."MENRGOGOGEMGOGNMFNDGEOOGHHNM"!
I feel my fucking-ass feet getting poked an traced and touched too...all fucking over the place! I feel some of these fucking rodent-thing-shits climb my fucking bare feet and grab onto and explore my fucking tops, between my toes, all over my fucking soles. This shit is fucking freaky as heck...my fucking-ass bare feet are getting explored and shit, and climbed onto too!
That shit fucking tickles like a mother...but the rage I've got right now, of getting all trussed-up and shit, and having these fuckers all over me, touching my ass...gets the best of me. I just want these fuckers OFF MY FUCKING ASS..NOW!
From across my fucking bare chest... I feel tiny feet walking slowly toward my fucking neck, and I try raising my fucking head a little. Even though it's being held by my fucking hair a bit, by some of these fuckers...I succeed...partially. I raise my face to see down to my chest and towards my feet. I watch as this fucking tiny-ass shit rodent piece of garbage walks his tiny-ass fucker self all the way up to my fucking half-way raise face...and I muffle-scream some fucking shit at his fucking tiny-ass self so it fucking knows I'm not 'served' easy yet...his mother-fucker-ass is gonna have to break me first, before I'm his complete bitch..."MNGHFGOEGOOGHNFGMGOODFGFHM"! I can see his fucking glowing, read tiny eyes...even in the dark of my room, and more so in the flashing of the momentarily lightning...I can see his tiny-ass red-glowing eyes man!
Suddenly...my entire fucking ass seems to start moving...I'M BEING MOVED MAN! How are these fucking rodent-shits moving my fucking ass...HOW ARE THEY FUCKING MOVING ME MAN!?!?
I feel my shit begin to move...head first...I see passed this rodent-shit and back down to my feet...towards my bed, that is now being left in the distance, as my fucking ass seems to be moving ever so slightly quick...away from it!
I try to squirm and struggle my ass some more...but nothing in this fucking world is going to free my shit form this tinny-yarn rope shit...FUCKING NOTHING MAN! The rodent shit on my fucking chest stays, standing there, staring my fucking bitch-ass down, all roped-up tight and cleave-gagged-up too...as my shit gets further and further away from my fucking bed!
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УжасыThe rain is pounding into the night, as Alberto struggles to open his eyes from a deep sleep, which seems has been abruptly interrupted by a strange feeling on his muscles. As the flashes of lightning break through his bedroom window, and the shake...
