Why ‘Usual Suspects’ vibrated in my head as I slowly came to my senses I don’t know. Maybe I thought that Rick Ross was going to pop out any moment yank whatever the hell was over my head off and start rapping ‘I got a choppa in the car, ugh, ugh, I got a choppa in the car’. Knowing me, I would’ve been a dumbass and said ‘Really? Lets blast these ho’s Rozay!’
“The hell?” My arms being the useless things they were hardly wanted to reach up. In an attempt to stretch out my numb muscles my arms strained and my wrists throbbed.
Oh hell nah.
My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to make out something, but all I received was darkness in return. And the more I wiggled my arms the more that throbbing pain in my wrists intensified. And me not being the type to give up I continued, until I realized something…
Hey dumbass, ever thought that your wrists might be tied up?
And then, “I’m blind! I’m blind!”
Until I felt something soft and satiny caress my lips the more I spoke, when I inhaled it caught in my mouth like weave against an unsuspecting inhaler.
Hey dumbass, you’re not blind.
“Oh.” I sank against whatever was holding me up, it felt like a brick wall and the more I rubbed my back the grittier and rougher it felt through my thin cotton blouse.
Scared? I should have been.
I should have been shitting bricks, but instead I sat there whistling. Picture me sitting in some strange place, with a bag over my head (something satiny) and whistling. Whistling, if I didn’t have a sick sense of humor then I didn’t know who else did.
“So….” I blew against the fabric and giggled, I couldn’t see what I looked like, but the mere thought of some girl sitting down blowing through fabric had me rolling, “er-uh….hello?” When I’d finished my fits of laughter I got to the business at hand.
“Helloooooooooooooooooooooo.”
Wherever I was it was some place that felt….odd. Maybe that doesn’t make sense, but things just felt off. I expected to feel an insane amount of heat that usually accompanied a Texas summer, followed by the humidity of the gulf pulsating through as the winds blew. But there, I felt…nothing.
Scratch that, I did feel something.
I felt…I felt….magic…pulsing….like a heartbeat. I felt the drum like a slight vibration within my whole being, more like a hum of currents.
“Hey, Goofy.”
Liquid velvet drifted in the air, coursed through my tender eardrums and assaulted my neck. Is it possible to fall in love with a voice?
Because I did.
Fingers snapped and like silk the clothe fell from my eyes and slid to the floor with an audible whoosh sound.
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Kiss Me After Sunset (Raw-Unedited-Plot-Holes! I warned you...BEWARE)
Fantasy“Uh h-hey.” I stammered and shot a quick glance at him, he looked as fine as ever except he had made an exceptional change from teacher to peer just by a matter of clothes. His fitted tee was just right and the blue jeans hanging casually around his...
