A Brush with the Past

Peep-Show~

Aurhor-chan: The picture is a crack at the tittle. Some people may not have got it so...Ta Daa?

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Poke

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STAB!

"Oí! Are you alive?" *groans*

Drag. Finally coming to my senses, I begin to feel something pulling on my arm, hard. That pain was nothing compared to my burnt throat and skin. Drag. My skin felt as though it was ripping every time it scraped against the muddy ground which had occasional twigs that scraped my torso and legs. Dra-

*cough*

"Aaahhhhhh!" A male's voice pierces the silent night as I cough, more like croaked. Drop. It was the most I could do to get whatever was pulling me harshly's attention.

"Ya- you're a- ah- la- live...?" He says this more to himself than to me. He flips me onto my back gently. *groan* The wind decides to brush by making me realize that there is nothing in between the air and you. 'Well shit, now this man gets a free peep-show. Must be his lucky day....Wait, why can't I see him?!?' I begin trying to open your eyes frantically. 'They won't budge, fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe I can get him to help.'

*cough cough* I open my mouth, trying to say 'Open my fucking eyes'. 'I guess im not telepathic.' Wait, I feel two hands cup my face gently and wipe stuff off of my eye sockets. I open your eyes fiercely, thrilled to be able to see anything and everything. The first things I see are two green hazel eyes. He had some fierce eyebrows that were bushy but in control. His skin is a light, olive tone. A few strands of brown/black hair were out of place and touching my forehead. 'He needs a breath mint, like, pronto' He keeps exhaling harshly on my lips.

"Hi...are you in pain mam'?" I continue staring into his eyes as I slowly nod, just enough for him to see.

"Where?" 'Well let me just tell you...oh wait, I CAN'T. How do I say 'My throat feels like it has been used to scrub asphalt' without saying anything? Maybe lifting my head, revealing my neck will work. That will...wait a second though, I gotta try being telepathic again.' I stare at him and squint, thinking 'Can't speak. Throat doesn't work. Fix it.' He looks at my face worriedly, searching for an answer.

It doesn't work. Time to lift my head because I can't seem to get any other body part moving. I slowly lift my head, revealing my neck. 'He better not be a fucking vampire.' Now all I see is an upside-down swamp. It seems that I have been pulled out of a nasty pond. 'Didn't I just take a shower?'

"Does your throat hurt or your neck? I guess throat since you haven't spoken." He smoothly said. ' He has a nice british accent...WHY DOES HE HAVE A BRITISH ACCENT?!? Where in the flying fuck am I?' I look at him again with wide eyes. 'Fix. Me.' 'Fix me'

"I'll take you to my shop and fix you up. My daughter may be able to help. Is it okay if I pick you up?" He is now sitting beside you. 'If he has a daughter I guess it makes him not a total pervert. I don't see a big reason why not to. He will hopefully heal me. I'm afraid no one else will be trecking through this swamp anytime soon.' You nod. He smiles in sympathy as he reaches towards you. He then looks at your nakedness and looks away quickly. He removes his brown coat which looks vintage now that I think about it. Without the coat, it reveals a simple white button up but it doesn't look like a normal dress shirt. It looks like it's made out of a expensive fabric canvas. A plush, red bow adorns his neck. The coat is then gently set on your torso.

"Ready? One-" he leans over and slips his arms under your knees and behind your neck.

"Two-" he scoots closer lifting my knees and head up about a foot. He props up his right leg so his right foot is set firmly on the ground and his left knee is still in the mud.

"Three!" You're lifted quickly off of the ground as he stands to his full height. 'Damn, this guy must lift. How else could pick me up as if it was nothing.'

"Did ya' make it?" You nod. You really want to make his job a bit easier by clasping my hands behind his neck but your arms are useless noodles at your sides. One of which was resting against his manhood. You notice this and blush. Your cheeks may be covered in mud anyways. He slowly begins to walk forward, occasionally sinking into muck. 'This poor guy.' You're staring at his chest and his arm that is holding my knees. You can see his arm muscles tighten as he tries to get unstuck at times. Your head unintentionally snuggles into his chest , causing him to look down and smile. 'He's so warm. He somehow managed to smell like Earl Grey tea.' You inhale his scent in which blocks out the smell of the swamp. ( Author-chan: A swamp smells sorta like nasty eggs and sulfur water. I lived in Florida, near the glades, for 9 years. But that may just be the swamps in Florida, Idk. Just go with it.)

~Time skip because you aren't doing anything other that smell a man in his late 20's for 30 minutes~

"Can you hear the carriages in the city? The city is quiet at this time of night. I'd say it's around...11 o'clock. You still up?" You look up at this guy with emotionless eyes. Yes, you're up and you're just emotionally draine- did he say carriages? Like horse carriages. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. 'Where are there multiple carriages and it be a normal thing?'

Click click click You can hear the horses hooves hit the ground. He wasn't kidding. Maybe you're in an Amish community. Yeah, that makes sense. That's why his clothes look handmade and the horse drawn carriages. Oh. Why didn't think of this earlier?

Light descends onto you two and you can really see his features. A few wrinkles can be seen around his eyes and on his forehead. Hmm. Not bad but you knew of a man that had no imperfections. No. Now was not the time to be thinking of Bassy. This man was about to walk into town with you butt-naked in his arms. Granted, a coat covered your tits and your crotch, your ass was easily visible. You knew this because of the draft you felt when the wind passed by. You looked at him with worried eyes. ' You better not scar these poor Amish people with my body. They may shun you for bringing me here.'

"I guess I should take the back way to the shop. That way the Scotland Yard doesn't arrest you with Public Nudity. You know how strict they are." He chuckles softly, vibrating your head. He turns swiftly to the left behind a brick building. 'The Scotland Yard, weren't they the 'police' of Britain in the 1800's? So...I'm not in an Amish community. *brain clicks* OH MY GOD! AM I IN THE 1800's?!? AND IN GREAT BRITAIN?' You whip your head around frantically, trying to see any proof to support what you just put together.

"Hold up, what's wrong missy? I won't let anyone hurt you in this alley." He says reassuringly. He captures your eyes with his, trying to calm you down. ' WHAT IF I'M IN BLACK BUTLER??!!??'