You slowly approach the wooden house. The four walls are still standing and the roof is somewhat complete. While still being somewhat on your guard, you go inside. You see an old case of fishermen supplies, cleaning supplies and some nets. Still, no one to be seen.
Loosing patience and getting flustered, you start backing up to the door, until your back hits something.
A sudden pinch at your sides makes you realise it is in fact, not the wall. Like a jolt of energy, it makes you jump and as you go to open your mouth, it gets stuffed. Panicking, you try to fight back and turn around but your hands are grabbed and pulled down with strenght. With an insane coordination, a rag is tied around your head, leaving you blind and unable to spit out whatever is keeping you from screaming. You can barely hear your aggressor give out a signal before you're pushed down. After hitting the ground, without any delay, you start rolling, somebody is pushing you, making you roll on your side. The more you roll, the tighter your arms get around your body, your legs trapped together. It feels like one of the fishing nets you found. The whole thing happened in such speed and precision, so much it leaves you unable to react.
Let's recapitulate, you can't see anything or make any sound, you are pretty much stuck in a cocoon, inside an abandonned shack, on a deserted beach, isolated by forest. This might be one of the most helpless situation possible and the irony is that you deserve the whole thing.
Struggling like a worm, you hear laughter from two persons around you, which makes you even more worried. Too tired to wriggle anymore, you are then picked up and brought outside, you feel the sun then the cold from the shadows. Having no idea where you are now, you rely on your hearing.
You hear :
Person 1: "Do you think we're good here? Sure this part of the beach is empty but what if someone hears us?"
Person 2: "Stop worrying we talked about this! We're far enough so nobody will disturb us. We gagged him and tied him in a net, he can't even struggle properly! I'm
telling you this is the perfect plan, we're too far in it to stop anyway."
Person 1: "Right, so what's next?"
Person 2: "You know what's next, put him in the hole and bury him! And leave his shoes on. That's the request we got from the client. You'll see that I didn't pick this guy out of luck,
just see when we get him barefoot. I'll set the camera."
Plan? Client's request? Barefoot and a camera?! You can't believe what is happening, you aren't even sure yet. Wriggling even harder now you try to scream harder again but in vain. getting more nervous every minute, for some reason, you can't stop being the most aroused you had ever been. Your fantasies mixed in with the total helplessness, you feel your face melting in a deep beet red, good thing they can't see you. Finally, whoever was carrying you slowly puts you down but something doesn't feel right. You feel cold ground instead of hot sand and some kind of sand walls around.
You heart skips a beat when you realise they are seriously going to bury you. During the weirdest instance of your life, you hesitate between struggling for your life or letting it all play out.
Maybe it's what you want?
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