A Creature Of Hell (GxG)

Well... That Escalated Quickly

We've all had those days were everything going good, and then suddenly a whole bunch of shit starts happening. You know like you're just chilling, and then suddenly a bunch of people break into your house and kidnap you. Not to mention people dressed in Domino's Pizza uniforms.

I clearly remember, that just three hours ago, I was waiting for my caramel rolls to be done baking. I was laying on my back, hanging off the kitchen counter trying to see if I could eat two cupcakes at a time while upside down. Then KABOOM! A whole bunch of crazy stuff happens... And now I'm zip-tied in a fake Domino's Pizza van.

I've been trying to count turns and the distance between each one, but my memory sucks, so I'm getting nowhere. I'm convinced that Dory is my long-lost-sister, but neither of us can remember that we are siblings thanks to our short-term-memory-loss...

So I'm just calmly sitting here while I'm getting kidnapped and brought who-knows-where. I probably would be flipping out and struggling if it wasn't for the smelly guy holding a gun to my head. Unfortunately, they had blind-folded and gagged me so I couldn't glare at them or cuss them out. I'm really starting to wonder who this "they" is. My parent aren't rich, so that cancels off ransom. I don't know maybe they just felt like kidnapping and killing some random 19-year-old lesbian who knows how to make caramel rolls?

I felt a jolt, and the van stopped. I could hear the doors sliding open. There was shuffling and grunting as they pulled me out of the van, but no one talked. I was secretly starting to wonder if they could speak telepathically. Gosh I have the weirdest thoughts...

I felt someone pick me up, luckily it wasn't that smelly guy. I just shifted around to get comfortable,  I mean why struggle and cause more harm to myself? I might be able to get away if I play it cool and don't try to get away for now. Or maybe I'm just in shock right now, so I'm not thinking right?

The sound of gravel under multiple feet, is the only sound I hear for a few minutes. A door opens and the sounsd of the feet change and echo off the walls of where ever the hell I am.

There are a lot more turns now, and I think we even went up some stairs? Sadly, I'm starting to  get really bored. Stupid right? I'm being kidnapped, and here I am complaining about being bored. I will never understand how my brain works...

I hear the click of another door open, only this one squeaks a little. As soon as we walk into the room, I'm set on a bed. The zip ties are cut and my arms are grabbed and tied with super itchy rope. I try to itch my left wrist with my right hand, but then I realize that my hands are restricted, lovely. The zip-tie around my ankles is cut, and my ankles are secured the same way as arms.

My shirt gets tugged on a bit, and I don't start freaking out until I hear the snip-snip sound of scissors and cold air hitting my tummy. Uh-uh, my clothes are not going to be chopped off. I wiggle around trying to evade the scissors only to be restricted my the stupid ropes. That's not fair, they should have stripped me when I only had the zip ties, then I could have at least put up a fight...geez If you kidnap me the least you could do is be fair about it... 

My shorts are getting the same treatment as my shirt, I wiggle my leg around and bend my knees, hoping to prolong their process. Pain erupts in my stomach as someone's fist hit me. The pain slowly intensifies, someone obviously knows how to pack a punch. I stop wiggling, not wanting another knuckle sandwich. Yeah no thanks I'm full, the last one filled my hunger for punch...hahaha Get it? I seriously need to ask mom and dad if they dropped me as a child, these thoughts are not normal...but who the heck ever said I was normal?

 My underwear and bra is cut off and I blush while trying to find a way to hide my body. Well now I know what the plan on doing with me. Lovely, could me life get anyworse? Actually yes it could. I don't really want to test life to see how many shitty things life can throw at me...