Sort'a Stuck

Jaime 1956 Page 38

I try to recollect my thoughts from that night...as my damn self is getting trussed up too. I keep squirmin' here and there, and I struggle but it ain't helpin' none...these things are too strong, BUT GODDMAN...HOW, THEY'RE JUST CRITTERS!!!!!!

As both my arms make it up above my head, I feel them critter-things lacin' them up with somethin' cloth-like too...but I ain't got no idea what cause my hair keeps getting pulled down in place, tight...to keep my whole head in place, and even when I try to turn it, I ain't turnin' no nothin' nowhere, here any time soon!

 Then it all comes rollin' back at me, from that night...a couple of nights ago, I got both my damn feet bared-up and scrubbed-up by somethin'...or somethins', lots and lots of somethins', here in my room too, in the dark of that night, that night stormin' away like tonight! 

"NMFGOERGHOFGGOGFMGHGBMNMROM..." I muffle off some more mess into my cleave-gag, but nothin' makes it through but just muffles of frustration cause my gruntin' and pantin' under the cleave-gag cloth ain't bein' too useful now.

I try trashin' both my feet too, but them many critter-things ain't havin' none of that neither, cause they all by the masses of'em are down at my legs there too... and now I feel'em holdin' both my legs and ankles tight together, firmly to the floor.

I squirm and struggle some more, but nothin' ain't givin' and I keep on tryin' to get my damn head out of them grip these things got on my hair, but I can't do much here!

The storm outside keeps comin' at the house in waves of roarin' thunder after roarin' thunder and pourin' rain gusts, now the wind-gusts come with loads of sheets of water, it sounds...hittin' the house from all sides. The flashes of lightning keep snappin' like daylight beams of light through them windows in the room...as I keep gettin' myself trussed-up even more now!

"MMOGHOHGRHOHGNMMNMNMHGOONMMNM..." I keep on mufflin' my smack at these things even though they ain't budgin' none, cause I just want to waist my time here, I guess. Then I feel both my legs get laced-up with some cloth stuff now too by these critter-things...I FEEL MY GODDAMN ANKLES GETTIN' ROPED NICE AND TIGHT AS I TRY TO SQUIRM FREE OF THEM THINGS NOW...MORE THAN EVER!

As I keep myself strugglin' more an more, without gettin free at all from these things, I begin to feel like my 'chucks' are gettin' messed with. I feel lots and lots of somethin's grabbin' at'em all at once and then I begin to feel both my 'chucks' get loosened-up, more and more, as there was more messin' on'em!

"MNGOFGHNMDDFNDMOMNMHHFGONMMNMHFDMNM..." I mouth-off more mufflin' protests underneath my cleave-gag cloth up in my mouth now, cause I ain't want no critter...or ain't want no one other, neither...to come up onto my feet! My goddamn feet are off limits here, there ain't nothin' comin' here all up on my feet...NOTHIN' SUCKERS..."MNGOFGHNMDDFNDMOMNMHHF!!!!!

I bite onto my goddamn cleave-gag with force, with my teeth, but it ain't strainin' neither, I ain't gettin' my mouth-muzzle off my damn mouth no time soon. And my damn feet are gettin them 'chucks' slipped-off'em now too!

I feel them darn 'chucks' gettin' pulled right from under both my feet now, as I squirm and struggle myself more and more, with no freein' of me any time soon! Then...once my 'chucks' get taken off'em...I start gettin' poked and prodded and touched all over my socked-feet, I feel them goddamn tickles comin', cause my damn feet are ticklish as heck, have always been. I've never let no one touch'em, cause they are just too goddamn ticklish!

I keep on strainin' up against these things and them bounding cloth-ropes they have got up all on me, all over now, cause I don't want any of what I'm thinkin' comes next after the damn 'chucks'...I KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT COMES NEXT HERE!!!!!!!!

"MNMFGOGHGOHNMFGHFMNGHPOOHNMGONMM..." I mouth-off some more muffles up in mufflin-screams cause I just can't get myself free from their grip on me...both my arms are now up above my head, tied up with some cloth-rope thing they've got on me, and now my ankles are cloth-roped too...tyin' up my legs and now 'socked' feet very tightly together. My mouth is cleave-gagged with some cloth piece pressed now right between both my lips and over my whole jaw and tied tightly on the back of my neck...keepin' me nice and muzzled-up for these things..as I squirm here and there and muffle-more grunts and pants and whatever else that can't be heard in this goddamn storm outside, tearin' down on the house with the pourin' rain. and the thunder goin' like some freak earthquake, shakin' the whole damn house all around my trussed-up self here...in my dark, noisy room..."MMNMODFNMDONFMFNONMFGMNM..."!

Suddenly, I feel some of'em critter-things get them tiny-paws up on my socks...and I feel'em pullin at 'em, all of'em at once...pullin' and pullin' and even more pullin'! I squirm myself more and more too cause I ain't wantin' no attention like that from anyone...or anything, don't care what it is! I don't want my feet to get bared-up...I don't want them socks to be taken off my feet...NOT MY GODDAMN SOCKS, NOT THE SOCKS...ANYTHING BUT THAT GODDMANIT!!!!!!!!!!!

"MMMORORMRORRNNRORNMRORGH..." I keep up my muffled-up screams and grunts and growlin' too as I struggle this way and that...tryin' to fight off my boundin some, but no such luck yet!

I keep on squirmin', in my room, in the storm outside...all festive and bright full of lightning flashes...while I'm all cleave-gagged tight, tied up on my ankles and wrists above my head...now on the floor in my room-face up, with both my damn socks now taken right off both my feet...gettin' my feet all bared-up and heck, without me gettin' in one single 'say' in it, cause these critter-things ain't stoppin' for no 'reason' here!

I'm now raged-up nice and good, cause there ain't no sucker out there who can get up on me like these things just did, just now!

Now I begin to feel some good, tough pokin' and proddin' all up on my now bared-up feet...both of my bared-up feet. I keep squirmin', now more for the goddamn tickles all over my bared-up soles and toes as they get all touched-up on and heck, over and over again. I won't be able to take'em tickles all over my damn soles and toes cause I have too-ticklish soles and toes...even my goddamn tops are ticklish too..."MORRNMRFONRMRORNMOGHNFOOGNFORRORNM..."!

Narrator POV

The storm outside keeps going...the thunder shakes the entire house, over and over again sending the windows in Jaime's bedroom to rattle from the cheer force of it. The wind gusts grow and grow...with pouring sheets of rain hitting the window-panes non-stop, and the house as it's now coming down with such a force...you can hear all over the house. The lightning flashes, uncontrollably like 'camera flashes of much larger proportions!

Now the creatures are all surrounding Jaime...he's lying on the floor of his bedroom, between his dresser-drawers and bed, squirming and struggling against the bed-sheets-from his bed, that the creatures had fashioned into a rope-like thread used as bondage to bind together his wrists above his head, and his ankles together as well. The creatures had now removed Jaime's black, Chuck Taylors, and they had as well stripped him of his white tube socks...so his size ten, tan-yellowish, soft feet...his soft soles and toes were now on display for all the creatures to watch and touch, as he was unable to prevent it, while in his makeshift bondage and cleave gag. 

All he could do was squirm more and more and struggle more too and muffle protests underneath his cleave gag, but nothing more he could do at the moment.

Now...the creatures begin moving Jaime, slowly at first, then a bit faster...and away from both his bed and the dresser-drawers, as the storm outside tears up into the house even more!

The creatures begin to drag Jaime...all of the together, in the direction of his now opened closet, as the storm rages on, and on...and on...