(2:00am, Breakroom, Location: Peak Through the D. @Rapey )
*Yaaawn* That was a good slumber. Gotta get some breakfast before I head back to work....Hold on a second, where the heck am I? Did I doze off, it isn’t even morning yet! It took me a minute to get my bearings and to recollect what had happened to me prior to losing consciousness.
That’s right, I’m at 'Peak Through the D.Rapey'....I’m still in my uniform. But why the hell am I tied up!? A mix of emotions and negative thoughts assailed me as I tried to rationalize my situation. I couldn’t fathom what I did to warrant such treatment or why I was worth being kept in this room against my will. “HEY, what’s the deal, someone, ANYONE!” but no words could be made...only the muffled noise of a helpless fool that was bound and gagged.
Just what did I get myself into and what are the chances I’ll get out of this alive? I should have never came to this city, I should have stayed a country-bumpkin and resigned to the life of pounding rice. Forget about earning extra money in the city, there’s no use in having extra income if you’re just going to end up dead! I frantically looked around the room for any jagged objects or sharp corners I could use to tear through the rope binding my ankles and wrists.
Most of the furnishing here were in good condition and the objects and décor suggested that this must have been the break-room. The room was dimly lit and the only useful thing that I could see that would abet my escape was the damaged, jagged, corner leg of a large wooden table positioned flush against a wall and near the entryway. I’ll have to get myself there as silently as I can and prioritize grinding away the rope on my wrists, then I’ll have the dexterity to handle anything else my way. Luckily, the music and chatter in the front-side of this establishment was loud enough that I could squat, wiggle, and repeat the grind as much as I wanted and the noise would likely be concealed. My body is ready! .... I put everything into my back muscles, my thighs, hamstrings, and glutes to wear down the rope against the jagged table leg.
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*Shhrrrriit scratch. Swoosh* Almost there, I can feel the rope loosening.
“Nice moves RicePounder! Let’s see you go lower and sweat!”
“GiiYAAAH!” Shit, I was too focused on my task that I didn’t notice the door swing open. Stupid me! Duhh, the noise level works both ways...they can’t hear me attempt my escape; but at the same time, I couldn’t hear a hammer drop even if it were right next to me. In my panic, I froze still in my awkward posture and took sight of my capturer. From my initial glance, the masked capturer wore a strange outfit reminiscent of a military garb and had a leather flogging stick in their right hand. This person calmly closed the distance between us and yanked out the cloth gag obstructing my mouth.
Without a moment wasted, I plead “What do you want from a poor bloke like me? I hadn’t done anything except walk in and take an empty seat at the back corner, and this is the first time I’ve ever been in here! You want money, just take what’s in my wallet and I’ll walk out like nothing happened – it’ll be the last time you’ll deal with me and I won’t set foot in this freaking city again.”
With a sinister and mischievous grin, the mysterious person remarked “You know what you got yourself into when you sat there. No one sits there, unless they have business, and if you don't have a 'reason' to be there, then we'll take that into consideration."
"What business? I was just sitting there when some random girl snuck up on me. I knew this place was suspicious...that girl must have knocked me out or drugged me."
My capturer wasn't all that interested in what I was saying and promptly changed the subject "Say what you will, but that’s a pathetic attempt at escaping. Maybe you’ll be better put to use tied to one of our stage poles... I mean, you’ve got the motions down to a tee. Heck, you could even put to shame a few of our veteran performers”.
I was furious, but what could I do in this circumstance but bitterly take this humiliation. I was at loss of words. Nothing indicated that my capturer would yield any answers to my questions, only the aura and threat of violence seeps from their visage.
“Hey YOU! Follow my orders or get wrecked! Crawl back onto the couch and don’t move!” I hesitantly complied. I had not even crawled 2 feet forward when I was abruptly interrupted with 3 flogs, one on the head, one at my back, and one on knee.
“If I order you to do something you respond with ‘aye’, understood?”
“Alright, okay then.” *WHACK, SLAP, WHACK*
“What the hell did I just tell you, are you stupid? The beatings won’t stop until you comply.” The leather flogging stick was raised in the air and ready to strike, but was held back for the purpose of reading what my next verbal response would be.
In a defeated voice, just barely audible over all the background noise, I responded with “aye, aye” *WHACK!* ....right across the gut
“Just one ‘aye’ is enough RicePounder....now get to that couch quickly!”
“aye” and I did as was told. What kinda sick game is this....if I manage to free my hands, I’m going find the nearest object and murder this a-hole the first chance I get.
“Very well then, I shall reward you with a brief reprieve. Stay still or it’ll only get worse” The masked assailant made their way to a closet and tossed several items onto the floor. Among the items were a stack of newspapers, a 2x4 board broken in half, a large industrial-sized roll of plastic wrap, and a fire extinguisher.
These items...it could logically be deduced that they intend to permanently silence me. OH GOD, are they going to set me ablaze and dispose of me? Shit, I ain’t going down without a fight! I could not manage to free my hands, but I won’t make it easy for them either. It’s all or nothing now!
While the closet was being emptied and their back faced toward me, I moved as quietly as I could to stand up. My only recourse would be to body slam them in hopes that the force would be enough to render this assailant unconscious. Just as I had managed to stand upright while still bound, the masked assailant turned around with the fire extinguisher in hand.
“Here’s your reward my loyal gimp.” With devious laughter, a seemingly endless stream of foam slammed into my face and threatened to deprive my lungs of its oxygen. I had assumed that I would have had more time to enact my counter measures, but the use of the fire extinguisher first was a fatal miscalculation on my part. My chances of survival were dwindling fast.
*Cough Cough!!* There was too much foam on my face, my lungs were burning, and it made me feel like vomiting. I was suffocating from the chemicals in the fire extinguisher.
“I can’t breathe, STOP, please! Gaaagh Urrgh”
Is this it? Is this the stupid way I was going to die?
Suddenly, the stream of foam stopped.
The tortures stopped.
I felt at ease lying silently on the cold ground.
But wait....I’m not dead yet. I still have a pulse and the assailant just flicked on the lights.
“Rice, hey you okay? I gotta be honest, I wasn’t sure if I should have taken it this far with the fire extinguisher heh-heh. You seem to be REALLY getting into it. That role play was spot-on. How was I...pretty good huh?” With the mask removed and the lights on, I could finally see this vile assailant's face...
”WTF! You’re that person in the pink-hoodie and black jeans outside an hour ago. What’s the deal? What do you want from me!? Just kill me already!” I could no longer hold in the tears as I scrunched up into a fetal position and forced my eyes shut. Vomit was all over my sleeve and I had resigned myself to this dispicable fate. Death would be the most merciful thing I could think of. I'd rather die than to be kept and tortured for eternity by some psycho.
To my disbelief, an angelic voice, the exact opposite of what I heard moments earlier, entered my ears:
“Hey, hey...it’s alright calm down now. You said the standard 'safe word', so it’s over now, and don't worry I’m not going to tease you anymore. I’m sorry I took it too far without realizing it. Here, let me fix you up and this one is on the house – really you won’t have to pay anything."
In a pitying tone, the assailant continued her explanation "I genuinely thought that I was on a role and didn’t properly read the atmosphere, it’s my mistake and I’m truly sorry. To be honest, I thought you were an experienced regular here. Don’t blame me alright. I entertain so many people in this city and can’t manage to remember everyone that comes here.”
With my senses coming back and the oxygen restored to my lungs, I sat up with empty eyes. I tried to find the words I wanted to say but didn’t know whether to yell, to walk away, to talk with my fists, or continue staring blankly at this deviant. In my state of confusion I just said “you never answered my question when we were outside.”
“OH...sorry bout that, I was trying to keep the conversation short because I often get that kind of 'small-talk' from people who have ulterior motives whenever they see me here. I mean, most people that come to this establishment want some kind of 'service'. They get greedy and want more than what this place actually offers, if you know what I mean *wink*. The name is @Rapey . I run this place and I also work here”.......
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