Narrator POV
As the storm rages outside Abel's bedroom, and the house seems to flood under its tremendous outburst of thunder and lightning and pouring rain...Abel is now being carried by thousands and thousands of the tiny creatures...away, into his closet, head first.
He struggles a bit and squirms as much as he can...but there is not much he can do to stop them, as they have completely tightened the hundreds of tiny loops of tiny rope, that they fashioned just for Abel...tonight. His entire body is now being carried away, away from his bedroom and right into his dark, busy closet...with more of these tiny creatures, surrounding him as he's being carried away like some priced hunt trophy...into the dark of his busy and now noisy closet in company of all these tiny creatures!
The storm continues outside, like it has for the past few hours, with no calm in sight...flashing up a beast and roaring up with thunderous roars into the bedroom...shaking up the entire foundation of the house, and making everything glow like morning for every few minutes here and there.
Abel's POV
"MNGHGFOORGOGHRMOGHGHOEGRHEMGOOGH..." I see up above my ass, as my ass is carried right into my fucking closet...head-first! I squirm and struggle my shit as much as I can...but nothing can help my ass now...FUCKING NOTHING! My upper fucking body enters the closet first, then my lower shit...as the fucking door to it is closed shut by some of these mother-fuckers. Then I see my shit being carried right into that fucking air vent at the back of my fucking closet. I never fucking knew why that shit was even there...I mean, a fucking air vent in a closet?!?
As soon as my upper-self starts entering this vent-shit...I feel the cold air in their, and smell the musty, shitty smell of the inside of the wall. I keep getting my ass dragged in their, slowly by these fuckers, until my entire body makes it past the opening of the opened vent, which looked like it had the frame removed just for this shit...probably by these fucking rodent shits!
"MNFHGFOOGHEOGHNMEROOGHGH..." I keep muffle-screaming shit through the fucking sweat-soaked tube socks these shits cleave-gagged into my fucking mouth, but not much can be heard or understood...and I doubt their shit is about to listen, cause I'm just their fucking trophy man...so my fucking ass keeps getting dragged into this vent wall-shit, deeper and deeper my fucking ass goes..."MMNGHFGHOOGMGHOGHOOGGMGNHGGH"!
As my fucking ass keeps getting dragged deeper and deeper into this wall-shit, as I'm looking up I see some fucking pipes, some nail-shit sticking out from the wooden wall shit, and some fucking wiring shit too. It smells more and more like musty, wet and wood-shit, and I begin to see tiny little sticks, on the sides, that seems to have tiny little fire-flame shit, like tiny fucking torches...going on the sides of this inside wooden wall my ass is being dragged through. So there seems to be light, some fucking tiny ass light, but non-the-less some light in here.
"MOGHROOERGHOOGHNMNMGHOOHGOOGHFOGHOGHM..." my ass keeps trying to muffle-shit through my fucking stinky sweat tube socks, but no shit gets outs...one thing I notice as my ass keeps getting dragged deeper, and fucking deeper into hell knows-fucking where...I can't fucking hear any storm here, anymore! It feels like only a few minutes ago my ass was up in the fucking middle of the worst thunderstorm of the year tonight...but nothing no more, nothing here at least. Shit...I pay closer attention to this fucking shit where I'm now being dragged into, and it changed slightly, just ever so fucking slightly..."MGHOGOHGHROERRGEROGRHRGMMN"!
The sides of the walls are now all fucking 'tree' roots, yeah, these fucking walls I'm getting my ass dragged through now...as made up off fucking tree roots, that look to be intertwined, all of them, together, it's fucking tree roots all around, as far as I can see! Another detail I pick up...the fucking walls have expanded their shit immensely man! The fucking tunnel no longer looks like the inside of the wall my shit was getting dragged through...it is fucking wide as shit, as well as high-up, above me. It smells worse in here though. It smells like something fucking died in this shit! There are more of those tiny tooth-pick shits all over in these tree-root wall shits with tiny little fucking fire, every fucking where man!
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رعبThe 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...
