Leonel POV
I feel like I'm still sound asleep...as I can't seem to move much on my own, and it sounds like I'm in some noisy ass-shit of a place...there is a lot of noise, and some trembling too.
My eyes feel a bit itchy and dry...as I'm beginning to wake from whatever awesome sleep I was in a few minutes ago. I'm lying on my chest, and I'm supposed to be face down, I usually turn my fucking face to one side, either the left or the right...my arms are usually to the sides of my face, underneath my pillow, but now...I don't see my arms, I can't find my hands either...WHAT THE FUCK!
I try to say something...but only muffled sounds come out, and now I start to get the feeling on the rest of my fucking body.
I feel both of my arms have been stretched backwards, now behind my back...I also feel like there's something fucking stuck inside my fucking mouth, all the way in...and there is something sharply tied around my fucking mouth...something very fucking thin, like wiring or some shit like that!
I try both of my wrists and find I cannot fucking separate them from each other, I feel more fucking thin wiring shit wrapped around my fucking wrists too!
Then, I try to move my feet, but I can't seem to separate both of my ankles from one another either! I feel more of that thin, fucking wiring wrapped around my fucking ankles as well!
"Mmnmgofghermdfnffdoghdfeeooeghffdm...", I muffle-moan some shit, but that's all that comes out of my fucking mouth...this shit in my mouth is keeping me from saying anything!
I try squirming my fucking legs a bit, but can't...something is keeping both of my ankles stuck to my fucking footboard or something! My feet feel tied down to the fucking footboard, and my toes feel tied to it too...with what feels like more of this fucking thin, wiring. My toes feel, individually tied to it...each one separately!
My arches and soles feel now stretched, facing upward, tied down to the footboard...MY FEET ARE TIED DOWN TO THE FOOTBOARD...FUCK, NO NO NO NO...THIS IS NOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, IT CAN'T BE!
"Mnokdfnmfdooreefnmppoghermnm...", I try mouthing off some more shit...but nothing, I try pushing whatever is inside my fucking mouth out with my tongue, but whatever is tied around my mouth is tied really tight...and won't allow for my 'mouth' stuffing shit to come out. Even so, I keep trying to push that shit, whatever it is, out...but so far, no way to do it!
"I'M TIED UP...I'M FUCKING TIED UP, WITH MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK, MY ANKLES TOGETHER AT THE FOOT OF THE BED, OVER THE FOOTBOARD, AND MY MOUTH IS GAGGED...MY FUCKING MOUTH IS GAGGED...I'M GAGGED AND TIED UP ON MY BED, IN MY ROOM DUDE!
Narrator
Leonel's bedroom is now full of the tiny creatures that began to crawl out of every corner a few minutes ago! These tiny creatures are everywhere...and are now surrounding his tied-up, half-naked body.
They are staring at amazement at Leonel...as he struggles and squirms and muffle-moans, at the center of his bed, trying to get free, and to rid himself of the sweat-sock that was fashioned as a gag for him, and was stuffed into his mouth and tied over with many tiny ropes, fashioned by them!
Poor Leonel, unaware he has now become the struggling spectacle of these thousands and thousands of tiny creatures...whom go on looking with cheer amazement as he squirms and muffle-moans and struggles more and more, without success!
From the crowds and crowds of these tiny creatures...one, slightly thinner than the rest, and much more brittle-looking...like 'older' looking, steps out, into a clearing that was now made by the rest of them, as somewhat a gesture of respect and acknowledgment to this one.
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