ya got napped by the knot

i. obtained

a/n: welcome to this lil project, suggested by the lovely pigliarjester

You begin to regain consciousness in small bits, first hearing small voices around you, then feeling the ropes around your wrists and ankles, then recognizing you're tied to a chair, until you finally open your eyes in the dark room.

You make an attempt to adjust your position in the chair, but your body's response is so delayed. You're barely even able to lift your head, and it suddenly occurs to you that you got drugged.

"Ooh, they're awake!" you hear a loud voice sound in front of you. The sudden noise makes you recoil a bit...delayed, of course.

Footsteps gather around your chair, you try to count how many sets there are, but your head is beginning to ache and you're still dazed. Conscious you may be, but you're still drugged.

"Welcome home," the first man kneels down in front of you, pushing your chin up so you can look into his eyes.

Home?

Your gaze flicks around the room, seeing 8 more unfamiliar men in a dark, empty basement.

Oh, shit.

"Hm?" you try to speak a protest as your breathing speeds up.

"I'm Corey, and I just thought it would be nice to have some extra company around," the man speaks again. His face is obstructed by an off white mask. You look around again; all the men are wearing masks. Corey stands back up, letting your head fall forward again, and it's a bit of labor before you lift it to look at the line of 9 men before you.

"I'm Sid," a man in an animatronic mask introduces himself with an amiable wave.

"Joey," the one next to him speaks up.

"I'm Paul."

"Chris."

"Jim."

"133."

"Shawn. I'm the clown."

"Mick."

"Do you need anything?" Corey inquires.

Come to think of it, you are quite hungry, but you cannot trust that anything they give you isn't poisoned.

You shake your head.

"Are you sure?"

You nod.

"Okay then," Corey replies with a note of doubt. "Shout if you change your mind. One of us will probably come at some point."

A few snickers echo in the room as the men leave you alone again. The sexual connotation is not lost on you.

...

You're not sure how much time passes, but it feels like forever until you hear footsteps approach you. More alert now, you look around you and tense as a hand holds your wrists together. With a few labored cuts, you're free from your ropes. The same process repeats on your ankles.

"It's pretty inhumane to just keep you down here. I'll take you to your room, alright?" a voice tells you as he gently holds your arms.

"Okay," you answer.

As you walk next to your companion further into the light, you notice it's a short man with remarkably long hair.

"Are you Joey?" you inquire.

"Yep. Don't tell anyone you've seen my face, okay?"

You raise an eyebrow, but choose not to question it. You're too tired and starving and thirsty to care, frankly.

Joey leads you through the house to your room upstairs.

"Has anyone fed you yet?" he asks as he sits you on your bed.

"I've not eaten since the morning I was drugged," you answer.

"Hm, okay. I'll be back," Joey promises.

You stand up from your bed and step around the room, awaiting some morbid set of torture devices, but it's a simple bedroom with a bathroom attached and a few toiletries within it. The dressers are empty, and the only thing on the desk is a little welcome card.

Joey soon returns with a sandwich, a few bags of snacks, and a glass of water (which you down immediately). He assures you that the food isn't poisoned or drugged, and takes a bite to give you some comfort.

"Thank you," you look away and begin to eat. "What time is it?"

"It's about 2 in the morning. Everyone else is asleep."

"How long have I been here?"

"Since 10am yesterday."

"How long am I projected to be here?"

"As long as Corey wants you. This was mostly his idea and we all just went along with it."

"Hm," you hum with a note of contempt.

"Listen, I'm pretty uncomfortable with this, too," Joey puts his hands up.

You'll keep your doubts to yourself on that one, and instead turn your focus to putting the empty plate and glass on the nightstand next to you.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Some more water, maybe?"

"Of course," Joey nods, soon disappearing into the dark hallway with your dishes.

When he returns to your room with a full glass of water, you're already asleep.

...

here we go guys