The Miraculous Story of Y/N and KhanMan

Why is he so ugly?

You come to your senses with all the speed of dragging yourself out of a foam pit. Each movement you make is a mountainous effort, taking several minutes of groaning and writhing to even open your eyes. When you do, you are met with the vile sight that is the man before you. He's flapping his lips indecipherably and you feel a red-hot pang run through your body at the audacity of this urchin.

"Can you shut up? I feel like fifty elephants just ran over me and then spat on my grave!"

The ugly man wrenches your arm from behind your back. You take this opportunity to use every curse word in your vocabulary. You also notice that your limbs are ziptied to a really uncomfortable wooden chair, including your neck for some reason.

The man keeps up his irritating drivel, whatever it's supposed to be. You're still deaf, but you can still tell he's being annoying. And threatening. He shakes your arm once, and pain radiates from your limp shoulder. You're shoved away from him and he walks around behind your peripherals, which isn't very difficult at all.

Your chair is dragged a little ways away, and you can feel the telltale vibrations of mechanisms clicking into place. Fear strikes you when the man walks in front of you again. He seems to chuckle, and fiddles with what looks like a Hitachi TV remote. You force yourself to calm down. After all, what the heck is he gonna do with a remote for an obscure brand TV?

...is what you would say if the little rat didn't activate some kind of death trap with the damn thing. Every hair on your body tingles, your teeth chatter, and your skin gets unbearably hot where it meets the zip-ties. Some weird force rips through your body, whipping it around like a lasso. After all, you suppose, it's Texas somewhere. And aren't we all just cattle being led to the slaughter by our cowboy masters?

Your ears stop a-ringin' for a moment, and you pick up the remains of a conversation over the phone.

"Yeah. Yeah no, I'm free tonight."

A/N (Lakia):

The poor student really Yee'd their last Haw with this one, this is so sad.