GlittlerTicklee
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Hey beautiful people. I wanted to get opinions on this story. As said, it's unfinished, so comments and criticism is very much appreciated! 🙂
Darkness. That’s all I could see when I opened my eyes. Were my eyes even open? Something moved. My eyes were open. Wide open. The cold air teased my skin that was not sheltered by any clothing. I moved to pull more shelter over me, but quickly was denied that freedom as my limbs rejected even the idea of moving. “Shit.” My voice raspy and echoing through the cold. I was bound like a stuck pig. I could feel the rope tight against multiple places: my wrists, inner elbows, and above and below my knees. It appeared my feet were placed in something, stocks maybe? My arms, out beside me. I was a sitting ‘T.’
Something moved. This time much closer and much more obvious. “Hello?” My voice quiet and hopeful. Like someone was going to answer with a sympathetic, “Yeah I’ll untie you!” I knew better, I’ve seen those horror films. Some asshole with issues is going to rape me and slit my throat. Perfect. That will look beautiful on my headstone. ‘Died at the hands of some asshole with issues.’
A soft sigh escaped my lips before I heard a light humming sound. Almost like a cellphone tucked away in someone’s pocket. I held my breath and shut my eyes so my ears could have a better chance at picking up the sound. It was continuous and reserved, but loud enough I knew it was in the room with me. I opened my eyes again to the room a tad bit brighter. Enough light that those piercing blue eyes startled me as I saw them looking down into mine. For once in my life, I was speechless. Those eyes froze every part of me, right down to the blood in my veins.
I opened my mouth to let the profanities flow. Oh how many I had lined up for this asshat. But the second my lips parted, he rapidly stuffed a cloth into my mouth, tying it tightly behind my head. Any chance I had at yelling out for help, or maybe even pathetically begging for freedom, was shot in an instant.
This fucker was quick. And prepared. I watched as he pulled a knife out of his pocket, flipping it open to reveal the blade. Another sigh, although muffled, left me as my eyes shut, anticipating my obvious death quickly approaching. The blade was cold as the blood in my veins, making me twitch in surprise as it touched my bare chest at the base of the red V-neck I was wearing. A few moments went by, the blade continuing to rest there. Why was he not killing me? Why just prolong the inevitable act?
I opened one eye to him smirking back at me. A shiver racing down my spine. That smirk was lethal. His voice snapped me back to the reality of my situation. “Well well,” the knife twirled in his fingers. “You don’t remember me?” That smirk crawled on his face again, and I raised an eyebrow in response. “Aw, she doesn’t.” He gave a small chuckle and leaned in close to me. “I am the man from your nightmares, little girl. I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the Boogey Man, the monster in your closet, and the whole damn haunted house combined. I, my dear little girl, am much worse than any horror movie put together,” he leaned in even closer, lowering his voice to a growl, “And I’m here to destroy you.” I felt myself let out a deep breath, staring at this man with wide eyes. I wished he would get it over with already. Anything he did at this point, would have ultimately been better than that.
“Now,” he said in a normal tone, startling me. “I am going to remove this cloth,” he brought the knife up to where the cloth was resting against my cheek, “but if you so much as breathe too loudly without my permission, it’ll go right back in. Am I clear?” I continued to stare at him. “AM. I. CLEAR?!” His tone almost shattering my will right there, I looked down sheepishly and nodded. He eyed me a moment, almost daring me to speak, untying the cloth with one swift motion and leaving me with a sour taste in my mouth. I looked back up at him again, only to be met with that smirk.
“So, the princess doesn’t remember me, hmm?” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, “she doesn’t remember me. Well how could she?” He smirked over at me again, beginning to pace slowly around me, “Her eyes were shut…her mouth open and laughter tumbling from it,” I could feel him stop behind me, bending down to whisper in my ear, “And I was there to watch it all.” He came back into my line of sight as I racked my memories, trying to remember who I was dealing with.
He crouched down in front of my feet, toying with the laces of my Converse. “That was it. That was all I needed. I was hooked,” he pulled off my left shoe, “your laugh became my new addiction. I craved it, I needed it, I had to have it,” By now he had both of my shoes off and he stood back up, “So I followed you, waiting for the right moment…and here you are.” He smiled down at me, cracking his knuckles as if he were about to knock my lights out, “Now I need you to answer me a question,” another smirk appeared on his lips, “Are you ticklish, Shelby?” The blood drained from my face. Of all the things in this damn world he could do to me, he just had to pick the worst. “I’ll ask you one more time, and if you fail to answer me, well..” he lifted his hands to slowly wiggle his fingers in front of me, “I’ll find out on my own, which,” poking my nose, “I’m going to do anyway. So, last time, are you ticklish?”
Suddenly something snapped in me, as I shot him the nastiest glare I could muster. “Don’t…you…fucking TOUCH me! You…you asshole!” I was struggling violently now, pulling on the ropes with all my strength as I spat at him, “I don’t know who you are, or how the hell you got me here, but I swear, you’re going to regret that you did!” He stood there watching me with an amused grin, almost waiting for me to keep going as he pulled the gag back out of his pocket. “Oh no no, little girl, keep digging your grave deeper.” I spat at him again, “Grave?! You’re the one who is going to need a fucking grave when I get out of here! Don’t you lay a finger on-“ the cloth was shoved back into my mouth before I could even finish.
He cocked his head to the side as another smirk crawled onto his face. “Oh I’m sorry, were you saying something?” I continued to curse at him the best I could with a cloth in my mouth, but it was obvious he couldn’t care any less as he looked down at me with that stupid look on his face. “You know, little brat, I would save my breath if I were you,” I jumped in my seat, squeaking as I felt him poke my side, “you’re going to need as much air as you can get.” Memories came flooding back into me more as he talked…memories of being tormented endlessly by cousins and friends…always the group squeaky toy. It was like I gave off a vibe that said “Hey go ahead and tickle me! I love it!” What a wrong vibe it was. I snapped back to reality when I heard him counting. “9…8…7…” My instincts kicked in again, immediately pulling against the bonds with new vigor, and shaking my head. “4…3…2…Are you ready Shelby? This is going to tickle. A lot.” I felt his fingers rest on my lower sides, eliciting a small squeak in response. “Ohhh..maybe more than a lot, eh? Annnnd one!” His fingers immediately went to work, squeezing my sides in rapid succession, causing me to lose my mind instantly.
“FUHUHUHUCK!” I felt the laughter hit the gag and be returned back into my mouth. His fingers took no pause, squeezing up and down my sides, moving with me as I squirmed limitedly. “What’s wrong, little girl? Why are you thrashing?” I could hear the smile on his face as he tickled away, “I’m not doing anything here, what’s the matter?” My muffled laughter got a tad higher, and a little more desperate than I hoped. I heard him give an amused chuckle before he pulled his hands away briefly. “My my. This is going to be more fun than I thought.” He walked into my line of sight again, supporting a proud grin. “you know, I like your laugh much more than I like your bite. Although I can’t hear it very well with this gag in the way.
Darkness. That’s all I could see when I opened my eyes. Were my eyes even open? Something moved. My eyes were open. Wide open. The cold air teased my skin that was not sheltered by any clothing. I moved to pull more shelter over me, but quickly was denied that freedom as my limbs rejected even the idea of moving. “Shit.” My voice raspy and echoing through the cold. I was bound like a stuck pig. I could feel the rope tight against multiple places: my wrists, inner elbows, and above and below my knees. It appeared my feet were placed in something, stocks maybe? My arms, out beside me. I was a sitting ‘T.’
Something moved. This time much closer and much more obvious. “Hello?” My voice quiet and hopeful. Like someone was going to answer with a sympathetic, “Yeah I’ll untie you!” I knew better, I’ve seen those horror films. Some asshole with issues is going to rape me and slit my throat. Perfect. That will look beautiful on my headstone. ‘Died at the hands of some asshole with issues.’
A soft sigh escaped my lips before I heard a light humming sound. Almost like a cellphone tucked away in someone’s pocket. I held my breath and shut my eyes so my ears could have a better chance at picking up the sound. It was continuous and reserved, but loud enough I knew it was in the room with me. I opened my eyes again to the room a tad bit brighter. Enough light that those piercing blue eyes startled me as I saw them looking down into mine. For once in my life, I was speechless. Those eyes froze every part of me, right down to the blood in my veins.
I opened my mouth to let the profanities flow. Oh how many I had lined up for this asshat. But the second my lips parted, he rapidly stuffed a cloth into my mouth, tying it tightly behind my head. Any chance I had at yelling out for help, or maybe even pathetically begging for freedom, was shot in an instant.
This fucker was quick. And prepared. I watched as he pulled a knife out of his pocket, flipping it open to reveal the blade. Another sigh, although muffled, left me as my eyes shut, anticipating my obvious death quickly approaching. The blade was cold as the blood in my veins, making me twitch in surprise as it touched my bare chest at the base of the red V-neck I was wearing. A few moments went by, the blade continuing to rest there. Why was he not killing me? Why just prolong the inevitable act?
I opened one eye to him smirking back at me. A shiver racing down my spine. That smirk was lethal. His voice snapped me back to the reality of my situation. “Well well,” the knife twirled in his fingers. “You don’t remember me?” That smirk crawled on his face again, and I raised an eyebrow in response. “Aw, she doesn’t.” He gave a small chuckle and leaned in close to me. “I am the man from your nightmares, little girl. I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the Boogey Man, the monster in your closet, and the whole damn haunted house combined. I, my dear little girl, am much worse than any horror movie put together,” he leaned in even closer, lowering his voice to a growl, “And I’m here to destroy you.” I felt myself let out a deep breath, staring at this man with wide eyes. I wished he would get it over with already. Anything he did at this point, would have ultimately been better than that.
“Now,” he said in a normal tone, startling me. “I am going to remove this cloth,” he brought the knife up to where the cloth was resting against my cheek, “but if you so much as breathe too loudly without my permission, it’ll go right back in. Am I clear?” I continued to stare at him. “AM. I. CLEAR?!” His tone almost shattering my will right there, I looked down sheepishly and nodded. He eyed me a moment, almost daring me to speak, untying the cloth with one swift motion and leaving me with a sour taste in my mouth. I looked back up at him again, only to be met with that smirk.
“So, the princess doesn’t remember me, hmm?” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, “she doesn’t remember me. Well how could she?” He smirked over at me again, beginning to pace slowly around me, “Her eyes were shut…her mouth open and laughter tumbling from it,” I could feel him stop behind me, bending down to whisper in my ear, “And I was there to watch it all.” He came back into my line of sight as I racked my memories, trying to remember who I was dealing with.
He crouched down in front of my feet, toying with the laces of my Converse. “That was it. That was all I needed. I was hooked,” he pulled off my left shoe, “your laugh became my new addiction. I craved it, I needed it, I had to have it,” By now he had both of my shoes off and he stood back up, “So I followed you, waiting for the right moment…and here you are.” He smiled down at me, cracking his knuckles as if he were about to knock my lights out, “Now I need you to answer me a question,” another smirk appeared on his lips, “Are you ticklish, Shelby?” The blood drained from my face. Of all the things in this damn world he could do to me, he just had to pick the worst. “I’ll ask you one more time, and if you fail to answer me, well..” he lifted his hands to slowly wiggle his fingers in front of me, “I’ll find out on my own, which,” poking my nose, “I’m going to do anyway. So, last time, are you ticklish?”
Suddenly something snapped in me, as I shot him the nastiest glare I could muster. “Don’t…you…fucking TOUCH me! You…you asshole!” I was struggling violently now, pulling on the ropes with all my strength as I spat at him, “I don’t know who you are, or how the hell you got me here, but I swear, you’re going to regret that you did!” He stood there watching me with an amused grin, almost waiting for me to keep going as he pulled the gag back out of his pocket. “Oh no no, little girl, keep digging your grave deeper.” I spat at him again, “Grave?! You’re the one who is going to need a fucking grave when I get out of here! Don’t you lay a finger on-“ the cloth was shoved back into my mouth before I could even finish.
He cocked his head to the side as another smirk crawled onto his face. “Oh I’m sorry, were you saying something?” I continued to curse at him the best I could with a cloth in my mouth, but it was obvious he couldn’t care any less as he looked down at me with that stupid look on his face. “You know, little brat, I would save my breath if I were you,” I jumped in my seat, squeaking as I felt him poke my side, “you’re going to need as much air as you can get.” Memories came flooding back into me more as he talked…memories of being tormented endlessly by cousins and friends…always the group squeaky toy. It was like I gave off a vibe that said “Hey go ahead and tickle me! I love it!” What a wrong vibe it was. I snapped back to reality when I heard him counting. “9…8…7…” My instincts kicked in again, immediately pulling against the bonds with new vigor, and shaking my head. “4…3…2…Are you ready Shelby? This is going to tickle. A lot.” I felt his fingers rest on my lower sides, eliciting a small squeak in response. “Ohhh..maybe more than a lot, eh? Annnnd one!” His fingers immediately went to work, squeezing my sides in rapid succession, causing me to lose my mind instantly.
“FUHUHUHUCK!” I felt the laughter hit the gag and be returned back into my mouth. His fingers took no pause, squeezing up and down my sides, moving with me as I squirmed limitedly. “What’s wrong, little girl? Why are you thrashing?” I could hear the smile on his face as he tickled away, “I’m not doing anything here, what’s the matter?” My muffled laughter got a tad higher, and a little more desperate than I hoped. I heard him give an amused chuckle before he pulled his hands away briefly. “My my. This is going to be more fun than I thought.” He walked into my line of sight again, supporting a proud grin. “you know, I like your laugh much more than I like your bite. Although I can’t hear it very well with this gag in the way.
