sadi
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The embedded ceiling light shone a pale light on everything in the rickety elevator, draining every colour its wispy hand touched. Not to say the current wall colours could look better in any other light, the pale green of the walls had seen better days, now chipped and peeling, flowing down to a questionable wood floor, so far gone it was unable to discern what the original tree had been. The only solace came from the knowledge that there was a metal framework to it all, obvious from the unnerving creaking and cracking every so often.
The groaning of the elevator was accompanied by quiet murmurs from a thin little blot; whispered encouragements and affirmations came from under a jet black hood of an equally dark leather trench coat, the black absorbing the weak light, it seemed.
“It’ll be all right, it’ll be all right. I’ll survive, I’ll survive. It’ll be fine, this is good, this is what you wanted…” The voice continued trying to comfort all the frazzled thoughts tripping over one another in my brain, my head remained downcast, hidden from the light.
The doors creaked open and a rowdy threesome walked into the already questionable elevator, moving this way and that as they seemed to all talk at once, articulating with their hands and bodies as they spoke. The dark blot slid away into the far corner, large eyes peering out to watch what it bargained would be an ‘eventful’ scene.
“This is going to be amazing!” One broad man exuberantly said, his voice low and loud as he raised his balled fists - pans more like it, from the size - into the air in a triumphant pose.
“Will you lower those?! Please, the smell alone!” A ‘larger’ woman loudly asked, one hand rising to cover her nose (and partially hide the smile that was creeping up her face), while the other quickly reached out, fingers flitting in the man’s underarms.
This brought the titan’s arms abruptly down, for him to, it looked like frown, once he was able to silence the surprised giggles. But that lasted for only a brief moment, soon replaced by a mischievous grin as his fingers wiggled up and down the woman’s sides.
The elevator creaked even more on its ascent, as the woman jerked from side to side, trying her best to get away from the brute’s surprisingly nimble fingers, they had to have been, and failing miserably. She unknowingly pressed up against the human blot in the woman’s wishes to avoid the man, squishing me and forcing a slender, pale hand to reach up for leverage to get above the moving mass, before she continued on her way to… nowhere, as the elevator was so small.
The woman quickly crumpled to the floor, making the elevator lurch from the sudden change of weight, accompanied by the added weight of the big man following suit, kneeling down as his large digits continued to lightly torment the woman for her crucial misjudgement.
“Should have let me kept that pose, Jules. If anything, you’ll have to smell my b-o for a long, long time because of it.” He chided, lifting his one arm right above the woman’s flailing face, his other hand digging into her hip and being rewarded with a sharp yelp, and loud howls in between renewed bouts of laughter, more intense and hectic than the gentle tickles before.
The other passenger and human ink stain had to dance every so often, in an effort to avoid her wild kicking. One of us was not fast enough though, and had to swallow a cry as hands slowly enveloped the hit shin.
“Okay, that’s enough you two,” The other passenger said in an authoritative voice, small, yet strong hands out, signifying and end to all the antics. “We’ve caused collateral damage. To a, civilian, I think, ‘s been hit.” He looked towards the wounded blot caringly, searching for any noticeable feature amidst the black void.
A frail hand lifted from the shin, waving in front of the blackness, trying to shoo off the concern now creeping into everyone’s eyes, all staring at me. I didn’t like this, everyone looking at mer, staring at me, through me. I had to switch the focus back to someone else, and fast.
“I’m fine, really. You go do what you were doing.” The free hand waved towards the small group, encouraging them to go back to what they were doing before.
“Heh. Well, care to join us then?” The mountain of a man asked, quickly wrapping his arm around the woman’s waist and pulling her towards him, easily enduring the playful hits from the woman, a mix of mock fear and intense enjoyment warring on her face.
The blot stared at the graying wood, weakly replying with a short ‘no’ as I desperately hoped their attention would return to each other, not yet noticing the smaller man taking a few steps towards my “private, personal” corner. “Or, maybe you’d like to be the one we play with?” His strong bass sending flutters through the human trench coat for more reason than one.
My eyes quickly jerked up, hood falling back from the quick reaction, revealing a perfect, pale complexion, enthralling midnight blue eyes centered in the middle of a petite face, pointed chin; shoulder-length curling auburn hair fell down, framing my face for the finish. “No!” I loudly shouted, my voice coated in fear, reaffirmed by my wide eyes. One hand stretched out, palm up, warning the slim man to stop in his tracks, the other arm instinctively wrapped around my middle as a knee came up to my hips in instinctive protection.
The man’s brows rose in question, as he battled one side of his lip, slowly but surely failing, as it started being tugged up in an amused smirk. He non-threateningly reached out his right hand, snugly wrapping it around the so small wrist of the vampire-like beauty.
“Why so strong a reaction?” He pressed, taking a step closer as the other two intently looked on, a hunger in their eyes unseen by the caught girl, transfixed by the close man’s inquisitive green-blue ones
Trying to tug my arm free, once I realized it was in his grasp, I quickly discovered how deceptive his seemingly soft grasp was, feeling more like a metal vice grounding my pulling arm in its original place. Closing my eyes, I tried to return to that hidden, apathetic void, lowering my foot breath returned to that shallow quietness.
Since the doll’s eyes were closed, and she was focussing on returning to her normal, relaxed state, she didn’t notice his other hand approaching her captive one. “Just to see if she’s really bad or not…” He mused to himself, mirroring her bent, relaxed hand, and lightly skittering his fingers on her curved palm.
If I had seen it, I might have been able to feign indifference, but with my eyes half-closed, in another world, I didn’t stand a chance against the surprise attack Jumping in the air, I quickly inhaled through my open mouth, in shock, as I squirmed and wiggled, twisting this way and that and quickly being rewarded with the returned use of my hand, now protectively cradled to my chest as I slumped into a corner on the floor, the shocked giggles quickly fading into silence, soon to be replaced by heart-shattering fear, peeking out to see three looming giants towering over her, mouths wide in distorted mirth, eyes staring at her once again, expectantly.
Quietly whimper as I felt the elevator quickly jolt to a stop, doing my best to stare daggers at the person responsible: that man, who started all of this! My grimace grew as I steeled myself, determined to rise above this potential fiasco.
The small, wrongly strong man crouched beside the lolita’s huddled form in only a few steps, an innocent smile belying the darker intentions in his head.
“Let me ask a better question this time: Why are you here?” He sat with his hands folded, his elbows resting across his knees, that welcoming smile still playing on his face.
I subconsciously moved side to side in my uneasiness, pursing my lips tightly, reluctant to answer. I almost shook my head in an outright ‘no’, but managed to catch myself in time not to give so damming an answer. I stared at my knees as I nervously twiddled my thumb, not wanting to vocalize the equally damaging answer.
I had come here for the same reason that they had come. Only ‘I’ wanted to stay safe in the shadows, watching and hopefully learning from everyone else, third-hand! Though I’d ‘never’ been… can’t even bring myself to think the word, I’m that terrible! I knew I was ‘bad enough’, and did not want to find out ‘exactly’ how ‘good or bad’ every area on my body was! I did not sign up for this! (Well, at least not blatantly, anyways…)
I continued to stare at my knees, an overwhelming desire to bury my head behind my legs and plead for mercy and giggle non-stop was growing and growing, pressing against the walls of my willpower: my mental resistance. The man chuckled once, shaking his sandy brown hair as his smile spread all the wider.
“Are you here for the Tickle Fest?” It seemed as if he paid extra attention to that one, evil word that crawled up your spine, sending shivers down it and tightening your gut when you heard it. I couldn’t help myself but rest my forehead on my knees, a quiet grunt escaping my lips.
Whether that was an admission or not, could be up for question, but everyone on that elevator knew what it meant. As the other two started to move forward to attack, the raised hand of the crouching man blocked their paths, quickly silencing both in their tracks.
Silently he stood up, and turned around to huddle with the other two, telling them of his full plan in hushed whispers.
The brown and black figure shook slightly, wrapping their arms tighter around their core as the elevator continued its long ascent. They hesitantly lifted their eyes up to see the three standing where they originally were, and breathed a sigh of relief they didn’t know they were holding. She decided to remain huddled for a fair bit longer, and only started to stand up when they saw they were only a couple floors away from their destination.
The bodyguard of a man turned towards her, a smile on his face she couldn’t quite place. He held out his arm, offering it to her, and waited patiently.
“I figured, if you’re going, you might want a guide.” He moved his arm again, still offering it to her, standing there patiently, though the doors had opened a while ago.
The hefty woman motioned with her arm for me to follow, her wide smile showing too much gum.
So, hesitantly, I weakly wrapped my hands around the man’s massive arm, lifting my hood back up as I followed the two in.
“It’s all been set in motion,” The slim man said quietly to himself, his devious thoughts showing in his unsettling, crooked smile as he followed behind the trio; smiling to all he saw with his eyes, and courteously bobbing his head to those he knew, and would used in his plan. They all knew something was up, the way his eyes gleamed and how he motioned them to follow with his head bob; it was slight and unnoticeable to any passerby, but those who knew him knew he was up to something…
The groaning of the elevator was accompanied by quiet murmurs from a thin little blot; whispered encouragements and affirmations came from under a jet black hood of an equally dark leather trench coat, the black absorbing the weak light, it seemed.
“It’ll be all right, it’ll be all right. I’ll survive, I’ll survive. It’ll be fine, this is good, this is what you wanted…” The voice continued trying to comfort all the frazzled thoughts tripping over one another in my brain, my head remained downcast, hidden from the light.
The doors creaked open and a rowdy threesome walked into the already questionable elevator, moving this way and that as they seemed to all talk at once, articulating with their hands and bodies as they spoke. The dark blot slid away into the far corner, large eyes peering out to watch what it bargained would be an ‘eventful’ scene.
“This is going to be amazing!” One broad man exuberantly said, his voice low and loud as he raised his balled fists - pans more like it, from the size - into the air in a triumphant pose.
“Will you lower those?! Please, the smell alone!” A ‘larger’ woman loudly asked, one hand rising to cover her nose (and partially hide the smile that was creeping up her face), while the other quickly reached out, fingers flitting in the man’s underarms.
This brought the titan’s arms abruptly down, for him to, it looked like frown, once he was able to silence the surprised giggles. But that lasted for only a brief moment, soon replaced by a mischievous grin as his fingers wiggled up and down the woman’s sides.
The elevator creaked even more on its ascent, as the woman jerked from side to side, trying her best to get away from the brute’s surprisingly nimble fingers, they had to have been, and failing miserably. She unknowingly pressed up against the human blot in the woman’s wishes to avoid the man, squishing me and forcing a slender, pale hand to reach up for leverage to get above the moving mass, before she continued on her way to… nowhere, as the elevator was so small.
The woman quickly crumpled to the floor, making the elevator lurch from the sudden change of weight, accompanied by the added weight of the big man following suit, kneeling down as his large digits continued to lightly torment the woman for her crucial misjudgement.
“Should have let me kept that pose, Jules. If anything, you’ll have to smell my b-o for a long, long time because of it.” He chided, lifting his one arm right above the woman’s flailing face, his other hand digging into her hip and being rewarded with a sharp yelp, and loud howls in between renewed bouts of laughter, more intense and hectic than the gentle tickles before.
The other passenger and human ink stain had to dance every so often, in an effort to avoid her wild kicking. One of us was not fast enough though, and had to swallow a cry as hands slowly enveloped the hit shin.
“Okay, that’s enough you two,” The other passenger said in an authoritative voice, small, yet strong hands out, signifying and end to all the antics. “We’ve caused collateral damage. To a, civilian, I think, ‘s been hit.” He looked towards the wounded blot caringly, searching for any noticeable feature amidst the black void.
A frail hand lifted from the shin, waving in front of the blackness, trying to shoo off the concern now creeping into everyone’s eyes, all staring at me. I didn’t like this, everyone looking at mer, staring at me, through me. I had to switch the focus back to someone else, and fast.
“I’m fine, really. You go do what you were doing.” The free hand waved towards the small group, encouraging them to go back to what they were doing before.
“Heh. Well, care to join us then?” The mountain of a man asked, quickly wrapping his arm around the woman’s waist and pulling her towards him, easily enduring the playful hits from the woman, a mix of mock fear and intense enjoyment warring on her face.
The blot stared at the graying wood, weakly replying with a short ‘no’ as I desperately hoped their attention would return to each other, not yet noticing the smaller man taking a few steps towards my “private, personal” corner. “Or, maybe you’d like to be the one we play with?” His strong bass sending flutters through the human trench coat for more reason than one.
My eyes quickly jerked up, hood falling back from the quick reaction, revealing a perfect, pale complexion, enthralling midnight blue eyes centered in the middle of a petite face, pointed chin; shoulder-length curling auburn hair fell down, framing my face for the finish. “No!” I loudly shouted, my voice coated in fear, reaffirmed by my wide eyes. One hand stretched out, palm up, warning the slim man to stop in his tracks, the other arm instinctively wrapped around my middle as a knee came up to my hips in instinctive protection.
The man’s brows rose in question, as he battled one side of his lip, slowly but surely failing, as it started being tugged up in an amused smirk. He non-threateningly reached out his right hand, snugly wrapping it around the so small wrist of the vampire-like beauty.
“Why so strong a reaction?” He pressed, taking a step closer as the other two intently looked on, a hunger in their eyes unseen by the caught girl, transfixed by the close man’s inquisitive green-blue ones
Trying to tug my arm free, once I realized it was in his grasp, I quickly discovered how deceptive his seemingly soft grasp was, feeling more like a metal vice grounding my pulling arm in its original place. Closing my eyes, I tried to return to that hidden, apathetic void, lowering my foot breath returned to that shallow quietness.
Since the doll’s eyes were closed, and she was focussing on returning to her normal, relaxed state, she didn’t notice his other hand approaching her captive one. “Just to see if she’s really bad or not…” He mused to himself, mirroring her bent, relaxed hand, and lightly skittering his fingers on her curved palm.
If I had seen it, I might have been able to feign indifference, but with my eyes half-closed, in another world, I didn’t stand a chance against the surprise attack Jumping in the air, I quickly inhaled through my open mouth, in shock, as I squirmed and wiggled, twisting this way and that and quickly being rewarded with the returned use of my hand, now protectively cradled to my chest as I slumped into a corner on the floor, the shocked giggles quickly fading into silence, soon to be replaced by heart-shattering fear, peeking out to see three looming giants towering over her, mouths wide in distorted mirth, eyes staring at her once again, expectantly.
Quietly whimper as I felt the elevator quickly jolt to a stop, doing my best to stare daggers at the person responsible: that man, who started all of this! My grimace grew as I steeled myself, determined to rise above this potential fiasco.
The small, wrongly strong man crouched beside the lolita’s huddled form in only a few steps, an innocent smile belying the darker intentions in his head.
“Let me ask a better question this time: Why are you here?” He sat with his hands folded, his elbows resting across his knees, that welcoming smile still playing on his face.
I subconsciously moved side to side in my uneasiness, pursing my lips tightly, reluctant to answer. I almost shook my head in an outright ‘no’, but managed to catch myself in time not to give so damming an answer. I stared at my knees as I nervously twiddled my thumb, not wanting to vocalize the equally damaging answer.
I had come here for the same reason that they had come. Only ‘I’ wanted to stay safe in the shadows, watching and hopefully learning from everyone else, third-hand! Though I’d ‘never’ been… can’t even bring myself to think the word, I’m that terrible! I knew I was ‘bad enough’, and did not want to find out ‘exactly’ how ‘good or bad’ every area on my body was! I did not sign up for this! (Well, at least not blatantly, anyways…)
I continued to stare at my knees, an overwhelming desire to bury my head behind my legs and plead for mercy and giggle non-stop was growing and growing, pressing against the walls of my willpower: my mental resistance. The man chuckled once, shaking his sandy brown hair as his smile spread all the wider.
“Are you here for the Tickle Fest?” It seemed as if he paid extra attention to that one, evil word that crawled up your spine, sending shivers down it and tightening your gut when you heard it. I couldn’t help myself but rest my forehead on my knees, a quiet grunt escaping my lips.
Whether that was an admission or not, could be up for question, but everyone on that elevator knew what it meant. As the other two started to move forward to attack, the raised hand of the crouching man blocked their paths, quickly silencing both in their tracks.
Silently he stood up, and turned around to huddle with the other two, telling them of his full plan in hushed whispers.
The brown and black figure shook slightly, wrapping their arms tighter around their core as the elevator continued its long ascent. They hesitantly lifted their eyes up to see the three standing where they originally were, and breathed a sigh of relief they didn’t know they were holding. She decided to remain huddled for a fair bit longer, and only started to stand up when they saw they were only a couple floors away from their destination.
The bodyguard of a man turned towards her, a smile on his face she couldn’t quite place. He held out his arm, offering it to her, and waited patiently.
“I figured, if you’re going, you might want a guide.” He moved his arm again, still offering it to her, standing there patiently, though the doors had opened a while ago.
The hefty woman motioned with her arm for me to follow, her wide smile showing too much gum.
So, hesitantly, I weakly wrapped my hands around the man’s massive arm, lifting my hood back up as I followed the two in.
“It’s all been set in motion,” The slim man said quietly to himself, his devious thoughts showing in his unsettling, crooked smile as he followed behind the trio; smiling to all he saw with his eyes, and courteously bobbing his head to those he knew, and would used in his plan. They all knew something was up, the way his eyes gleamed and how he motioned them to follow with his head bob; it was slight and unnoticeable to any passerby, but those who knew him knew he was up to something…
