Yay for random story time! I'm going to write this as I go, so be afraid, be very afraid. haha:
Her laughter never seemed to cease - it only grew and grew as the young man squirmed. He tried to free himself, but he could not. The bindings were too strong and tight - practically suffocating his wrists and legs. He was bound to a metal pole. He tried to cry out, but could not, since he was also gagged by some sort of cloth. He was totally helpless - at the mercy of his captor.
Why is this happening to me? He constantly asked himself. He didn't even know who this woman was - this woman who was bursting with joy as his demise commenced. Her eyes always seemed to light up when he showed some sign of suffering.
"Have you had enough humiliation yet?" Her soft voice teased. It was obviously a rhetorical question since she would no doubt inflict more "pain" upon him. She loved it, seeing him flinch and squirm and struggle. She loved to see others in these kinds of situations.
"You poor thing, such an unfortunate soul." More laughter. But not just from her, but from another - someone he couldn't see. It sounded masculine though, so maybe they were a couple? Both just doing this for the heck of it - or for the love of it all...? The young man shuddered, not wishing to delve into the reasonings behind his captors' purpose. And knowing that there was more than one captor certainly did not lighten the mood.
Suddenly, a fist came out of nowhere and connected to his left cheek - causing his neck to involuntarily turn towards the right. As the blow hit, its force caused the cloth to shoot out of the young man's mouth, therefore he was than able to cry out. He yelled as loud as he could, due to his frustration and his pain he felt.
"Let me go!" He instinctively said.
Laughter erupted from the female. She grinned - a pleasurable smile. No evil or malice was hidden in it though, for there was only joy. Pure pleasure as though she was watching her favorite sitcom. How can she be so ecstatic from THIS? the young man thought - disgusted by her seemingly demented point of view.
Than there was silence. The young man stared coldly at the female who simply stood there with a smile on her face. She really was enjoying this.
"How can you be enjoying this?!" The youngan growled as he tried to stare her down. It was obviosuly futile since she did not feel threatened by him at all. He than muttered: "You disgust me."
The male captor didn't say anything. He was tempted to hit the young man again, but decided against it. He looked at the woman and nodded. She nodded in turn and than said, "Very well, we can let you go now. We've had enough fun and we don't intend to kill you... so yes, you are free to go now." It's not over yet though... she thought with a smirk. She walked away, out of the young man's line of site. He heard a door open.
His attention went to the male captor. He glared at him, but again, it was futile to show any sign of hostility since the captor only smirked, his eyes laughing.
The burly man walked over to the young man and started to undo his bindings. "Don't you try anything now, or you will seriously regret it." He warned, although he wouldn't mind tormenting the young man a bit more.
"I won't" The young man sighed. As badly as he wanted to fight, he was too injured to really do anything. Soon all the bindings were off, the young man slumped to the ground, due to all the injuries he had sustained. He tried to look at the captor one last time, but could not. His face fail down, his eyes began to close.
The last thing he heard was the sound of a metal door closing.
Hours later, his eyes slowly opened. His body pulsed with pain. So it wasn't just a horrible dream after all...
The first thing he heard was laughter. "What now..." He groaned. It couldn't be any worse than before...right?
His eyes slowly adjusted and to his horror, things were indeed worse. He saw that he was tied up. Again.
This time to a telephone pole and via duct tape instead of chains. What was worse is that this was public - not in some abandoned building or anything - here, everyone could see since there was always some people passing by.
"Someone help me!" He cried out, surprised and angered that no one had bothered to cut him out. He squirmed, but winced due to his injuries.
And people simply looked at him and laughed - they too got joy from his humiliation and suffering. They laughed even more as they studied his expression for a bit. A man tied to a telephone pole - what a site! Sucks to be him! Laugh, laugh, laugh. No one thought it was serious enough to help him out. They all got joy from seeing his misfortune, and it lifted anyone's spirits whom laid eyes upon him.
"Someone... Why..." his voice trailed off as he tried to plead with anyone around. He was weak, too weak to fight anymore though. His eyes began to shut again. A few tears slipped out as he wondered why no one wanted to help. Everyone simply smiled or grinned. They all got some sort of pleasure from this. Just from him. He tried to ignore the laughs or the smirks or the jokes. Why... Anyone... Please...
He soon died due to his injuries and blood loss, but still lived to bring pleasure to the random passerby that got joy out of someone elses' misfortune.
-Wow, that was longer than planned and more random than planned too. Well, hope you enjoyed! LOL
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