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Sqaisheys POV
The next day I woke up to the sound of clicking. Like a computer mouse. I found myself laying on the floor with half if my hair in my mouth. As I sat up the whole of the room I was I started to spin madly. I was about to sit up when I noticed some sort of leather strap around my stomach, like a belt. There was a thick strand of rope that was leading off from it, and was tied around some type of stool. Ugh, where the heck was I? I tried to stand up yet the whole of my body got yanked down again, my head hitting a hard wall as I did so. I squeezed my eyes tightly and tried to use my other senses to map out the room I was in as it was so dark that my eyes hadn't fully adjusted yet.
There was a faint smell of burning petrol that lingered in the room, as well as it smelling a little bit musky. Underneath my bare feet I could feel carpet that was worn down so much that it was just like wood. All I could hear was the clicking sounds, as well as a few cars every so often which probably meant that I was by a public road. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath in. There was actually a taste in the air. Fumes. Like...Like somebody had just sprayed two whole bottles of perfume in here as well as a can of air freshner. It was horrible. I gagged for a few moments, my heart pounding. What kind of perfume was this? Whatever it was I have never used it.
I opened my eyes and stared around the room. My eyes had adjusted a lot more then they were so I could make out a few more things. At once I noticed the small, single bed in the corner with striped bedsheets on them. Next to the bed was a bedside table with two draws, as well as a lamp on top of the wooden surface. It was way to far away for me to reach out and turn it on though. My eyes glanced over at the other side of the seemily big room. All I could make out was a desk with mutiple things on it, a TV and a random chair that had ropes all over it. Ropes? What the heck was going on here?
My heart started to pound like crazy. I wasn't in Stampy's apartment at all. None of the rooms had stuff like this in it! Neither did the rooms back at my own house. Where the heck was I? I started to trash around as widely as I could. Just trying to do anything that helped me escape from wherever I was. It only ended up with me hitting my head against a wall and knocking me out for a few seconds. When I came back round yet again I felt a presence from beside me. I heaved myself into a sitting postion and looked in front of me. There was...A body there. It was laying on the ground, curled up in a ball, and I could just about see some duct tape wrapped around the persons ankles, wrists, as well as stomach.
I knew who it was almost at once. Stampy. It was him! I scooted over to him, the belt digging hard into my waist, and when I got close enough I nudged him with my toe. In the darkness I could see that he opened his eyes and stared up at me, confused. He must still think that we were in his apartment, just waking up in the morning. He had no idea where the heck we were. Well...I didn't but I already knew we weren't in his apartment.
"Stampy? We-We're stuck in here. Do you have any idea where we are?" I asked. Stampy glanced all around him, small whimpers coming out of his mouth. I could see tears streak down both sides of his face.
"N-No...Sqaishey...Where are we? Hello?! Hello?!" Stampy screamed. He was already panicking which wasn't really a good thing. We both needed to stay calm or else we would never escape. He started to sob noisly. "I'm-I'm sc-scar-scared Sqa-Sqaishey. Sqaishey..." He mumbled.
"Stampy, calm down. It's going to be okay. Look, I'm going to rip the tape off from your ankles so you can stand up. Then, try and untie me. I'm tied to a stool thats over there." He shaikly nodded. I nodded back at him and started to pull small strips of the grey tape away from his ankles. He winched every time I did so. Once I finished he slowly stood up and stumbled over to the stool that had all the ropes over it. Tied around the leg was a thick piece of rope that lead to the pices of leather around my waist. It was started to cut into my circulation by now. At least I wasn't still pregnaut-Wait...My baby? Where was he?!
