An Unsatisfied Customer
CAUTION: Not adult, but has some mature themes.
Something I wrote up real quick (about 5 min. I think) for a friend to make her laugh after a product purchased by a certain store didn't work. Hehe I kind of like it. Keep in mind, it IS a comedy so take it for what it is!
I awoke in a daze, looking around to see only darkness. Eventually my senses gathered enough for me to determine that I was wearing a blindfold. I couldn't move my mouth either, and the taste of old rubber filled my taste buds. I tried flicking my tongue against the foreign flavor, but no movement was allowed. I had apparently been gagged as well. I perked my ears up to hear the low sound of a fire crackling behind me. A fireplace? No, most likely a torch...
I could feel the warmth of the flames on my back. I was naked... or nearly so; judging by the tight pressure, I must have been wearing at least some fabric over my groin. I tried to move my legs, but to no avail. I instead only felt the restraint of cold steel accompanied with the sound of a chain dragging along the ground. My arms were in a similar situation, cuffed tightly together and held above my head, likely with another chain. Where was I?
I tried to calm myself enough to figure a way out of my predicament. I don't know why I was chained, but I knew I wasn't comfortable with it. My tail flicked back and forth as I tried to remember what happened before I passed out. I couldn't; my mind was as empty as my vision. Then my ears picked up a faint click echoing around the room. The clicks were in slow tempo, and they were getting closer.
Click, click, click... Even closer. I began to panic, thrashing my head about, rubbing it against my arms trying to loose the rag bound across my eyes. Every pant I released was unable to escape my maw, the gag muffling the sound to an inaudible breath. I even started to thrash my body about, hoping I could break the chains by some miracle. All the while, the sounds I had heard were encroaching closer still.
Click, click, click... I panicked, trying to yell for help. Again the gag hindered my calls for attention. Even with the warmth of the fire my body ran cold with fear of what was approaching.
Click, click.... The noise had stopped.
"He he he he he..." an feminine voice broke through the air with a bone chilling laugh. I swallowed as best I could with the obstruction in my mouth. The voice was inside, there was no doubt about that. I was shivering at this point. Then I heard a few more clicks.
Click, click, click... The sharp point of a fingernail dug into my forehead, slowly pulling my blindfold above my eyes. In front of me was a leather glove with sharp, black nails holding a card. I read the card, struggling to focus in the sudden rush of light.
"Lamebox.. Live?" I muttered, unaware of what it meant. There was a silver line that was partially scratched off, revealing some cryptic letters and numbers. The card was swiftly pulled back, revealing the sleek figure of a wolf dressed in leather, white and gold fur poking through the exposed slits in the attire. Her head was left exposed and her mouth was curved into a menacing smile, showing a pair of sharp canines. She wore glasses, too, and the dim light left a glare that would shift as she cocked her head, staring at me with the same wicked glare. She leaned in closer and the glare retreated briefly, showing a set of cold, merciless blue eyes. For an instant I could see the fire from the nearby torches reflecting in her pupil, adding to her threatening appearance. She began to part her smile and leaned into my left ear.
"You've been very naughty..." she whispered, laughing as she pulled her head back away from me. I glanced to my left and saw my Scam's Club uniform thrown casually on the stony ground. When I looked back up at my captor she was brandishing a whip.
I swallowed hard and I heard her laughing menacingly again. She slowly drug the blindfold back over my eyes with her paw and I saw her face fade, grinning once again with that cold stare; darker and darker until I could see nothing.
The last thing I heard was a spine-tingling crack that echoed through the dry, vexing air...