sadi
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~ First kinda' story, I 'unno. Like to hear any comments (praise, constructive criticism, hating, etc.) at all. So please reply, if you feel like it and get to the end. ~
My heart was thudding in my ears, trying to overpower my hearing; but I needed my hearing. Oh dear Lord, I needed it.
A panicked young woman was crouched behind a pile of boxes, holding her chest to keep her palpitating heart from crashing through her ribs.
Large, auburn doe eyes were frantically turning left and right for any glimpse of movement, of another person, of anything whatsoever. Her faint sheen of sweat glistened whenever it caught on the pale light.
“I’ve got to move. I can’t stay here any more. It’s almost more horrible than… -!!” She tried reason, closing her eyes in an expression of pain, forcing herself not to linger on ideas of punishment, should she fail.
Taking a few more deep rapid breaths, she gave a final glance to her surroundings, then carefully passed through the shadows of the sheltering pillars of boxes around.
She was crazy to have even toyed with this situation!! But, *sigh* money has a way of making almost anyone do stupid things.
Big green blocked letters jumped out of the ad clip: $5,000 REWARD. Smaller print explained all the details. An eccentric billionaire had rented out an entire hotel, which was open to all signed participants to play a massive hide-and-seek game. If you were able to get flag, moving from room to room at random, then you would automatically receive $5,000, plus, a special reward. If a catcher tagged you though, you must immediately leave as you were disqualified. Any defiance would have the billionaire’s decision of punishment.
Knowing that it wasn’t a lethal form of punishment, stated in big letters on the statement you had to sign, Lisa was willing to fully pay the consequences – if she was caught that is.
But I had to focus on here and now. I had to pay attention as well as I could in order to evade the catchers, the catcher-runner ratio quickly increasing as runners were easily picked off.
I slowly opened the storage room in the basement, trying to overhear the new location of the flag from the speakers.“ -2 floor,” rang out from the overheads.
Yes! That was only two floors up, and finding the room of the flag should be easy-peasy from there, given everything continued to stay as it should – safe and alone!
That wish was quickly ruined though, a person with a designated catcher sign on his shirt walked down the hall in front of the stairway. He turned to look at me, a smirk on his face as my eyes grew to saucers and I started to bolt in the opposite direction.
He soon followed suit, shortening the distance between us quickly.
I kicked off a wall in order to make the turn while still going fast enough, getting off balance for a few strides because of it. Now, the catcher was only a few steps behind, his insufferable smirk only growing wider as he closed in.
I grabbed onto a ledge of an open door while still running full-out, nearly jerking my arm out of my shoulder. The catcher narrowly missed me, continuing on for a few feet before he started to slow down and trace back.
“Give it up girl. I’ve got you and you know it,” he called as he followed me into the large, barren ballroom.
Crap. Nowhere to hide and get out!! “Gotta’ catch me first, slowpoke!” I retorted, my voice echoing off the domed room’s walls. I stopped, waiting at the other end of the room, my muscles tense.
He slowed down once he entered the room, looking around for any possible exits and giving a satisfied chuckle. He was standing in front of the only exit, the other door barred as it was under construction. I was royally screwed. He closed the door, that horrid smirk enraging me all the more now.
“There’s no way out li’l miss. Now, be a nice girl and just come along with me. $5,000 isn’t worth you hurting yourself so much.”
I subconsciously was rubbing my torn arm, stopping at his comment and standing tall in defiance. “I’ve taken a lot worse than this little scratch, you oaf. Don’t patronize me. I’m 26. I’m not a little girl! I’m going to win that money and get the extra prize too – even if I have to go through you!!” I pointed my finger, scowling across the large room.
He chuckled at my last comment, infuriating me all the more. “Oh. I bet you’ll get that reward all right. But I was wondering, how are you, a little… 5’6”140lb girl, going to get through a 6’2” 250lb guy like me? I’m curious, please amuse me.” He nonchalantly started walking towards me, still much closer to the door than me.
I made a bee-line for the only exit, preparing myself to be hurt – a lot. The catcher started running to catch me, closing the distance in only a few quick seconds.
At the last moment I raised my elbow, effectively whacking him square in the jaw. That sent him falling fast. I managed to roll out from under him as quickly as possible, practically being crushed.
I started hobbling towards the exit, forcing my mind to ignore all the pain screaming throughout my body. That was pretty easy. I’d done it enough times before in my life; with all my broken, torn, twisted, ripped bones and muscles. I was quickly gaining speed, almost running out into the hallway, when he got up. Hearing noises I briefly turned my head back, and started walking all the faster.
Grumbling as he got up, the man rubbed his sore jaw. “Lucky you didn’t end up punching me. You might have been in some real trouble then. Heh.” He started running full-blown after me. I’d only hurt his face, not his legs.
I made it back to the same turn, heading towards the stairway, when it all turned to crap.
I jumped off the wall again, abruptly stopped by powerful, strong arms. The man was practically bear-hugging me, constricting me so much so I had to focus on merely getting enough air, let alone yell or fight.
We returned to that same room, the violence room my head decided to dub it.
He loosened his grip enough that I could breathe comfortably, ensuing a barrage of insults and complaints from me as I wriggled and fought as much as I could with my limited mobility; half-punching and kicking him.
“Hey!-Ow! You better stop all that violence now or I’ll have to teach you an even bigger lesson!” I still continued beating him as much as I could, whacking my head against his chest whenever the feeling arose. Okay. I know it wouldn’t do hardly any damage, but I was darn frustrated okay?!!
“Better hope no one hears all the noise you’ll make.” He set me down partially. I was standing on my feet though still wrapped in a human straightjacket.
“I don’t care. You can beat me as much as you want. I grew up with four older brothers; I’m used to being a human rag doll.” I kicked him hard in the shins to emphasize my point.
Jerking his wounded leg away, he got angry fast. “Listen here woman! I will not be your door mat! You were tagged I don’t know how many times, by me no less!! And now you’re restrained-“
“- I swear I’ll smear you all over the walls. You should be thankful that’s all you got from me-“ I interrupted, nodding my head to his already swelling bump.
“Oh hoho. I’m not going to hurt you, -” my face suddenly was confused. All the envisions of painful punishment flitted out the window; “- I’m going to do something more traumatizing than a broken bone. Miss?” He just stood there, enjoying my frustration as I tried to turn any way in order to get out, grunting and sighing in frustration, as nothing seemed fruitful. So, I merely continued kicking him – that is, until he stepped soundly on my feet, forcing me to quell a yelp.
He shoved me to the ground, sitting on my waist and quickly pinning my arms before they could do too much damage to him. Stuck, I merely scowled and continued calling him: moron, stupid jerk, incompetent meathead, and any other insult that popped into my head.
“My, my, my. So feisty, miss?-”
“- Miss shut the heck up, you annoying football head! Meat package with legs!” I spat at him in disgust, hitting him squarely in the cheek, just under his right eye.
He just about knocked my head off, smacking me hard across the cheek. See, he’s a liar; no one can be trusted. After his short outburst he paused, a slight pained expression on his face for his actions.
“Didn’t want it to come to that. But… *sigh* it’s long overdue for your real punishment…” He lifted his hand like he would strike me again. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the regular flood of pain. But, though I waited, I didn’t get any. I opened my eyes slowly, breathing again, wondering what the heck he was doing.
!!! Electricity shot up through my spine, sending my brain on fire. “Whahaha-mpf!!” I immediately shut my mouth, not daring to start laughing else I can’t stop it. My strength quickly flew away as his nimble fingers continued flitting across my left side, forcing me to jerk and twitch to try to cover as much attacked space as possible.
“Aww. Did I find a weakness, of miss… ?” He smiled, looking down at my contorted face, struggling to maintain what was left of my composure, and also to not laugh.
“I’m going to keep doing this until you tell me your name.” His hands switched to the other – now stretched – side. I made louder noises, my eyes bugging out more often as he continued to switch.
After what felt like 15 minutes – though likely only 90 seconds – I quickly spat out. “Lisaaahaa!! Lisa! Lisa!!”, then managed to close my mouth again, not daring to keep it open any longer.
“Lisa. Lisa…” me mused, trying to think of someone. “Lisa Illeland, Lisa?” he asked, still continuing to torture me, his fingers flitting over my quivering stomach.
I nodded my head yes, biting down all the harder to stop a barrage of noise from splurging out.
“So this is the feisty Lisa; caught and begging by only little old me. Heh.” My temper flared at his comment, my temper overwhelming my small reason.
“What the hell are you talking about?!! I’m not begging –hehe- you stupid, measly little retch! Hahaha-aaa!!” After my retort, it was impossible to close my mouth, a torrent of laughter falling out, echoing off the domed walls.
“Hmm… let’s see you really react, I wonder.” His fingers slipped under my shirt, slowly, torturously tickling as they raised it.
“Noohohohooo!! Nooo!! Noo!! Nooahaha-aaa!! Stahaha-app!! Stap! Stap! Staahahaaapp!! Pluh-pluh-pleeeheeheeheeeessssee!! PLEEEEAASSSSEE!!” I screamed, writhing as much as I was capable.
His fingers dexterously flitted over my bare skin, causing my giggling to raise a few decibels, along with my begging. He found a most interesting reaction when he quickly traced around a certain area though.
His pointer finger circling around my navel got quite an amusing response.
My stomach sucked in as much as possible, pleads and begging pouring out of my almost too fast to comprehend. “I’m sorry! I’m sorryI’msorry! Pleeehehe-aassse STOP!! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleeehahahaaaassssee!! I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sohoho-oorrryy!!”
His evil smile only grew all the wider hearing those pleas. "Now. Just how sorry are you?" His finger circling around the lip of her button.
My heart was thudding in my ears, trying to overpower my hearing; but I needed my hearing. Oh dear Lord, I needed it.
A panicked young woman was crouched behind a pile of boxes, holding her chest to keep her palpitating heart from crashing through her ribs.
Large, auburn doe eyes were frantically turning left and right for any glimpse of movement, of another person, of anything whatsoever. Her faint sheen of sweat glistened whenever it caught on the pale light.
“I’ve got to move. I can’t stay here any more. It’s almost more horrible than… -!!” She tried reason, closing her eyes in an expression of pain, forcing herself not to linger on ideas of punishment, should she fail.
Taking a few more deep rapid breaths, she gave a final glance to her surroundings, then carefully passed through the shadows of the sheltering pillars of boxes around.
She was crazy to have even toyed with this situation!! But, *sigh* money has a way of making almost anyone do stupid things.
Big green blocked letters jumped out of the ad clip: $5,000 REWARD. Smaller print explained all the details. An eccentric billionaire had rented out an entire hotel, which was open to all signed participants to play a massive hide-and-seek game. If you were able to get flag, moving from room to room at random, then you would automatically receive $5,000, plus, a special reward. If a catcher tagged you though, you must immediately leave as you were disqualified. Any defiance would have the billionaire’s decision of punishment.
Knowing that it wasn’t a lethal form of punishment, stated in big letters on the statement you had to sign, Lisa was willing to fully pay the consequences – if she was caught that is.
But I had to focus on here and now. I had to pay attention as well as I could in order to evade the catchers, the catcher-runner ratio quickly increasing as runners were easily picked off.
I slowly opened the storage room in the basement, trying to overhear the new location of the flag from the speakers.“ -2 floor,” rang out from the overheads.
Yes! That was only two floors up, and finding the room of the flag should be easy-peasy from there, given everything continued to stay as it should – safe and alone!
That wish was quickly ruined though, a person with a designated catcher sign on his shirt walked down the hall in front of the stairway. He turned to look at me, a smirk on his face as my eyes grew to saucers and I started to bolt in the opposite direction.
He soon followed suit, shortening the distance between us quickly.
I kicked off a wall in order to make the turn while still going fast enough, getting off balance for a few strides because of it. Now, the catcher was only a few steps behind, his insufferable smirk only growing wider as he closed in.
I grabbed onto a ledge of an open door while still running full-out, nearly jerking my arm out of my shoulder. The catcher narrowly missed me, continuing on for a few feet before he started to slow down and trace back.
“Give it up girl. I’ve got you and you know it,” he called as he followed me into the large, barren ballroom.
Crap. Nowhere to hide and get out!! “Gotta’ catch me first, slowpoke!” I retorted, my voice echoing off the domed room’s walls. I stopped, waiting at the other end of the room, my muscles tense.
He slowed down once he entered the room, looking around for any possible exits and giving a satisfied chuckle. He was standing in front of the only exit, the other door barred as it was under construction. I was royally screwed. He closed the door, that horrid smirk enraging me all the more now.
“There’s no way out li’l miss. Now, be a nice girl and just come along with me. $5,000 isn’t worth you hurting yourself so much.”
I subconsciously was rubbing my torn arm, stopping at his comment and standing tall in defiance. “I’ve taken a lot worse than this little scratch, you oaf. Don’t patronize me. I’m 26. I’m not a little girl! I’m going to win that money and get the extra prize too – even if I have to go through you!!” I pointed my finger, scowling across the large room.
He chuckled at my last comment, infuriating me all the more. “Oh. I bet you’ll get that reward all right. But I was wondering, how are you, a little… 5’6”140lb girl, going to get through a 6’2” 250lb guy like me? I’m curious, please amuse me.” He nonchalantly started walking towards me, still much closer to the door than me.
I made a bee-line for the only exit, preparing myself to be hurt – a lot. The catcher started running to catch me, closing the distance in only a few quick seconds.
At the last moment I raised my elbow, effectively whacking him square in the jaw. That sent him falling fast. I managed to roll out from under him as quickly as possible, practically being crushed.
I started hobbling towards the exit, forcing my mind to ignore all the pain screaming throughout my body. That was pretty easy. I’d done it enough times before in my life; with all my broken, torn, twisted, ripped bones and muscles. I was quickly gaining speed, almost running out into the hallway, when he got up. Hearing noises I briefly turned my head back, and started walking all the faster.
Grumbling as he got up, the man rubbed his sore jaw. “Lucky you didn’t end up punching me. You might have been in some real trouble then. Heh.” He started running full-blown after me. I’d only hurt his face, not his legs.
I made it back to the same turn, heading towards the stairway, when it all turned to crap.
I jumped off the wall again, abruptly stopped by powerful, strong arms. The man was practically bear-hugging me, constricting me so much so I had to focus on merely getting enough air, let alone yell or fight.
We returned to that same room, the violence room my head decided to dub it.
He loosened his grip enough that I could breathe comfortably, ensuing a barrage of insults and complaints from me as I wriggled and fought as much as I could with my limited mobility; half-punching and kicking him.
“Hey!-Ow! You better stop all that violence now or I’ll have to teach you an even bigger lesson!” I still continued beating him as much as I could, whacking my head against his chest whenever the feeling arose. Okay. I know it wouldn’t do hardly any damage, but I was darn frustrated okay?!!
“Better hope no one hears all the noise you’ll make.” He set me down partially. I was standing on my feet though still wrapped in a human straightjacket.
“I don’t care. You can beat me as much as you want. I grew up with four older brothers; I’m used to being a human rag doll.” I kicked him hard in the shins to emphasize my point.
Jerking his wounded leg away, he got angry fast. “Listen here woman! I will not be your door mat! You were tagged I don’t know how many times, by me no less!! And now you’re restrained-“
“- I swear I’ll smear you all over the walls. You should be thankful that’s all you got from me-“ I interrupted, nodding my head to his already swelling bump.
“Oh hoho. I’m not going to hurt you, -” my face suddenly was confused. All the envisions of painful punishment flitted out the window; “- I’m going to do something more traumatizing than a broken bone. Miss?” He just stood there, enjoying my frustration as I tried to turn any way in order to get out, grunting and sighing in frustration, as nothing seemed fruitful. So, I merely continued kicking him – that is, until he stepped soundly on my feet, forcing me to quell a yelp.
He shoved me to the ground, sitting on my waist and quickly pinning my arms before they could do too much damage to him. Stuck, I merely scowled and continued calling him: moron, stupid jerk, incompetent meathead, and any other insult that popped into my head.
“My, my, my. So feisty, miss?-”
“- Miss shut the heck up, you annoying football head! Meat package with legs!” I spat at him in disgust, hitting him squarely in the cheek, just under his right eye.
He just about knocked my head off, smacking me hard across the cheek. See, he’s a liar; no one can be trusted. After his short outburst he paused, a slight pained expression on his face for his actions.
“Didn’t want it to come to that. But… *sigh* it’s long overdue for your real punishment…” He lifted his hand like he would strike me again. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the regular flood of pain. But, though I waited, I didn’t get any. I opened my eyes slowly, breathing again, wondering what the heck he was doing.
!!! Electricity shot up through my spine, sending my brain on fire. “Whahaha-mpf!!” I immediately shut my mouth, not daring to start laughing else I can’t stop it. My strength quickly flew away as his nimble fingers continued flitting across my left side, forcing me to jerk and twitch to try to cover as much attacked space as possible.
“Aww. Did I find a weakness, of miss… ?” He smiled, looking down at my contorted face, struggling to maintain what was left of my composure, and also to not laugh.
“I’m going to keep doing this until you tell me your name.” His hands switched to the other – now stretched – side. I made louder noises, my eyes bugging out more often as he continued to switch.
After what felt like 15 minutes – though likely only 90 seconds – I quickly spat out. “Lisaaahaa!! Lisa! Lisa!!”, then managed to close my mouth again, not daring to keep it open any longer.
“Lisa. Lisa…” me mused, trying to think of someone. “Lisa Illeland, Lisa?” he asked, still continuing to torture me, his fingers flitting over my quivering stomach.
I nodded my head yes, biting down all the harder to stop a barrage of noise from splurging out.
“So this is the feisty Lisa; caught and begging by only little old me. Heh.” My temper flared at his comment, my temper overwhelming my small reason.
“What the hell are you talking about?!! I’m not begging –hehe- you stupid, measly little retch! Hahaha-aaa!!” After my retort, it was impossible to close my mouth, a torrent of laughter falling out, echoing off the domed walls.
“Hmm… let’s see you really react, I wonder.” His fingers slipped under my shirt, slowly, torturously tickling as they raised it.
“Noohohohooo!! Nooo!! Noo!! Nooahaha-aaa!! Stahaha-app!! Stap! Stap! Staahahaaapp!! Pluh-pluh-pleeeheeheeheeeessssee!! PLEEEEAASSSSEE!!” I screamed, writhing as much as I was capable.
His fingers dexterously flitted over my bare skin, causing my giggling to raise a few decibels, along with my begging. He found a most interesting reaction when he quickly traced around a certain area though.
His pointer finger circling around my navel got quite an amusing response.
My stomach sucked in as much as possible, pleads and begging pouring out of my almost too fast to comprehend. “I’m sorry! I’m sorryI’msorry! Pleeehehe-aassse STOP!! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleeehahahaaaassssee!! I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sohoho-oorrryy!!”
His evil smile only grew all the wider hearing those pleas. "Now. Just how sorry are you?" His finger circling around the lip of her button.
