TW: not graphic talking about rape and drugs
I snapped out of my unconsciousness and sat up abruptly. I immediately regretted that because I was so dizzy that I was briefly afraid of falling off the sofa I was lying on. Suddenly, out of the blur of colors that was my surroundings, an arm shot out to support me.
"Woah, slow down sweetie, no one will hurt you here!" Probably said the owner of the arm. "Angel, let her go, she just woke up.", a woman's voice came from my left, whereupon the arm moved away from my back.
"Relax Vagina, I just wanted to help her!" "Will someone please get a glass of water?" "Guys, shut up for a moment and don't bother her like that."
The voices then fell silent, I took a deep breath and gave my eyes a chance to adjust to the new surroundings. I was sitting on a sofa in a large hall and was surrounded by a group of... creatures, all of which looked sometimes more and sometimes less human.
I was afraid, what if everyone here was like that octopus from the street? I reached to my hip and was about to pull out the knife when I realized, boiling hot, that I had lost it on the street. Then I would just fight with my hands, I had fought against hundreds, I wouldn't lose to just a handful of monsters.
I clenched my fists, bared my teeth and tensed up, ready to attack... Until I was snapped out of my panic by a hand on my arm. "Calm down sweetie, everything is fine. Nobody plans to harm you," said a spider-like monster with several arms.
"I have to agree with him, my dear; if any of us had planned to violate you, it would have happened long ago while you were unconscious. Of course that didn't happen, what would be the point of trying to raise a hand against you now that you are fully conscious? Exactly; none. What I'm trying to say is that you have nothing to fear from us."
The second voice was slightly distorted, like it was coming from an old radio. "Wait Al, what did you mean by 'violate her'? We would never rape anyone, not even you, the big bad overlord, would even think about it!", said that... spider... thing.
"You're right, of course, my effeminate friend, but just because we wouldn't, unfortunately, doesn't mean that no one would. Luckily, I was on the way to Rosie and was able to intervene, who knows what this inferior sinner would otherwise have done to her."
I turned around and looked at the guy with the radio voice. He looked mostly normal and human, except for fluffy deer ears and small antlers on his head and an unnaturally wide smile on his face.
So he had saved me. And it seemed dressed too, because I was no longer naked but wearing an old-fashioned red frock coat that was a little frayed at the hem. It had the same red that I saw before I lost consciousness.
They had saved me and even clothed me. They wouldn't hurt me. I breathed out and relaxed. Then I looked at the rest of the people present. Except for a blonde woman with ghostly pale skin and red cheeks and a gray-skinned woman with a red cross over her eye, everyone looked kind of like animals, especially one who looked like a cat with wings.
"Are you furries?" I asked. "Fuck, I'm too sober for this shit. You explain." grumbled the cat, taking a sip from a dusty bottle without a label. "I'll... get some tea from the kitchen, nothing helps you get to know each other better than a cup of tea and cookies, don't you think?"
The blonde said excitedly and was about to storm off when she was stopped by the spider: "Leave the cookies away Char Char, Nuggsie ate them all recently, now there are only some of mine left and with them you get to know each other better than one is sweet."
"Okay, no cookies then, I'll see if we have any other snacks. Do you like chocolate roses? Or just tea, yeah, I think that's better... Sorry, I talk too much, I... Just go get some tea. I'll be right back!", with those words she ran off, leaving the rest of us in awkward silence. "I'd better run after her and make sure she doesn't get hurt," the gray-skinned woman said goodbye.
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