Jaime's POV
"MOGMHGOFHMEROHRRNHOGNMGFMPORHGRMN..." I mouth-off in my muffled-up screams and yells cause I start to feel like my trussed-up self is gettin' moved...and I start to see it too! I see the ceiling movin' back...in the flashin' of the storm outside..."MOERNRORGREMOMOREG..."! I'M BEIN' DRAGGED BY MY TIED-UP WRISTS ABOVE MY HEAD, AND PUSHED UP BY ALL THESE CRITTER-THINGS AWAY SOME WHERE!!!!!
I ain't likin' that I am gettin' moved somewhere but right now I ain't gonna be able to do much bout that cause there ain't nothin to do here for me...just squirm and struggle up a bit and muffle stuff underneath my cleave-gag, but that's all I can do...all trussed up here!
I watch as I get moved away from my bed...more and more, and then I figure out where my destination lies, as it wouldn't take a 'four-eyes' to figure out Imma headin' into my closet...I manage to see to my left that the door is now wide opened!
I squirm some more and struggle more too...but I wonder as I muffle-up some more muffled sounds underneath my cleave gag...what these things be doing draggin' my trussed-up self into my closet?
For a minute I was there just ponderin' bout this whole 'closet' mess, as I struggle against my bindin' and gagging...but then I figured it out too, the GODDAMN AIR VENT!!!!!!!
There is some odd-lookin' air-vent up in there, at the far end of my closet, that no one knows what is there for...it's just there! We'd never messed with that vent cause it just doesn't bother no one...WAIT, IS THAT WHERE THESE THINGS CRAWLED OUT OF?!?!?!?!?!?
I don't need to keep on with my questioning in my head cause just as I knew it...I watched as I squirmed and struggled up a storm and muffled-up some more too...the damn vent was where I was bein' dragged to, without stoppin' neither!
I could now see the inside of my closet...as I was bein' dragged into it by all these critter-things, I kept strugglin' some more but nothing changed anythin' for me, I was still very much trussed-up and cleave gagged tight. Some of these critter-things got on top of me and were scamperin' around on top of me, like I was there damn playground and such! I could feel others up on my legs, and others on my arms. I could also feel some of'em all up on my bared-up feet, danglin' from my toes, or holdin' on to my soles, or sittin' on my squirmin' tops. I arched up and moved up back all of my toes to see if I could get'em off my goddman bared-up feet, but nothing there neither, cause they were holdin' on tight all over me!
There was this tinier critter-thing up on my chest, close to my neck and face, watchin' me squirm and struggle and mouth-off into my cleave gag in a bunch of muffled-up yells...with its glowin', sparklin', red pearl-like bitty eyes. I could see them tiny, bitty eyes of his sparkle fire red in the darkness of my closet.
"MORRORORNMRFORNRONMOFFMGOFNM..." I muffle-prostests more and more, now more desperate cause I watch from my layin' position, as I'm bein' dragged into this goddamn vent, that my closet door is bein' closed behind us...yeah...all them critter-things crawled into my closet along myself and before...probably going through that damn vent before me...as I'm gettin' dragged in wrists first, my now tied-up wrists...then my head and upper chest and then my legs and feet too..."MNROERGFMFOGFMFONMGHDFERNMERONMERGF..."!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I keep gettin' dragged in there...into the vent, I squirm and struggle more and more, but I ain't gettin' free...I CAN'T GET FREE HERE, GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once I get dragged in completely, I get my first view of them crawl spaces in these walls, of this house. They look somewhat dark, not much, as I see some tiny things all over the side-walls lid-up with something that looks a lot like tiny flames. I can see them pipes, and wirin' all over in here, and it feels a bit cold too.
"MROREHMDOREEMDFHRNMDGHERFDNMDO..." I keep on mufflin' more smack into my cleave gag as I keep gettin dragged in further and further more...somewhere, don't know where now, cause I ain't got no idea at all, but I muffle- more yells into my gag and squirm more too, tryin' to move knowin' full well I ain't goin' no where, except where ever these critter-things are takin' me..."MMMOENFDHERMMOERGHMFDMFDORGH..."!!!!!!!!!!!!
Narrator POV
Jaime has been getting dragged now for some time, though he may feel like it was only a few minutes ago, but in reality, the creatures have been carrying him and dragging him for some hours, non-stop.
Unbeknownst to him, the storm and his house are no more, that was left behind, somewhere...and now Jaime is being dragged and carried through the entrance that leads to where the creatures live.
Jaime's POV
As I'm gettin' my trussed-up self dragged and dragged more and more...I begin to notice that them walls in the crawl space I was gettin' dragged through, ain't no more, cause them walls here ain't no crawl spaces neither! There look to be tree-trunk branches all over, like some cave-dwellin' here, and it smells somethin' terrible in here...the smell is so putrid and offensive to my nostrils...I almost gag into my gag, IT'S SMELLS SOMETHIN' HORRIBLE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I catch a glimpse of all them critter-things who aren't on top of me, scamperin' all over up above me, all up on those tree-trunks that form a tunnel wall all around us, and hear some scamperin' behind us, and some before us.
Suddenly the tree-trunks on the tunnel around us fade...and I see nothin' but darkness all around me. There is no ceilin' at all I can see, as I'm gazin' up above me, from where they are draggin' me...I see up, but there is just darkness up there...it looks so high-up!
I finally turn my head to both my sides, and see that we are now in some dirt place, looks like a cave-dwellin' of sorts.
Suddenly, the critter-things stop draggin' me, and the ones holdin' on to my feet and legs keep going, but to my left. The ones holdin' on to my arms and chest and head, drag my upper self backwards, then the ones holdin' on to my feet and legs continue draggin' me further into this place...feet-first. I'm bein' dragged in now feet-first.
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