Three thousand five hundred ninety-eight…….three thousand five hundred ninety-nine…… three thousand six hundred.
As if on cue, the door creaked open once more. Just when I was expecting some more interrogations, I heard the sound of a tray clacking to the floor in front of me.
“Eat up, a merchandise’s no good to us if they’re dead.”
And then the door shuts once more.
With how they tied me, I have little to no leeway all the way up to my shoulders. So I squirmed towards the sound of the tray like some giant snake. Although I think it would be more appropriate to compare myself to a giant worm considering that I’m currently sightless.
I dug around head-first and finally, felt something that seemed spongy with crumbs with my cheeks. At least they’re giving me actual food.
The bread, although plain, felt divine. The water as well, was some of the most refreshing, thirst-quenching beverages I’ve had. Nevermind how it was kept in a bowl as if they’re feeding animals. And also the fact that I probably haven’t had anything for the whole day. Actually, when did they kidnap me?
From what I’ve observed, the guy with the grumpy voice and big hands, let’s just call him Mr. Burly-Hands, he comes in every hour to question me. From what I’ve gathered, It seems they want to know the location of something, and they want it bad.
There was another guy who Mr. BH referred to as “boss”. That guy has a smooth and sinister voice, so let’s call him Mr. Mastermind. Mr. M hasn’t shown up since the first time he’s made his appearance. I would guess he’s either away conducting important (evil) business, or he’s bad at interrogating kids, despite his villainous nature (much less likely).
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And finally, I am that kid. One way or another, I became a kid again. But what’s different this time is that I’m missing a little something down there between my legs (it definitely made squirming around easier though).
Now, with the current situation in mind, I’ll need an escape plan. Since the last interrogation session made me realize that they’re completely fine with using violence, at least Mr. Burley-Hands is. It’ll only be a matter of time before they do something really really bad to me.
It’s been around 6 hours since I’ve been conscious, and an unknown number of hours from when I wasn’t. I doubt the police would notice an inconspicuous NEET like me going missing even if you gave them a whole week, but now that I’m a little girl it’s a different story. I don’t watch the news often but I know for a fact that people tend to worry more about things like this, especially parents.
There’s also the possibility that I am still myself, except that my body has been modified into that of a young girl’s. But thinking back on that fear I felt, the horror that shook me to my literal core, I knew full well that it didn’t belong to me. It felt more like something that was etched into this body of mine, something that was… instinctive.
Mr. Burley-Hands also mentioned that I should be expecting saviors to come my way, but who knows how long that’ll take. Maybe the best course of action would still be to wait for help, not much I could do with both my arms and feet bound anyways-
Creak.
I’d recognize that sound anywhere, the villains are back for more questions. But it hasn’t even been an hour yet…
“We didn’t think you’d be so uncooperative with us.” The voice belonged to none other than Mr. Mastermind. Maybe his way of interrogation will be much friendlier than Mr. BH. But his next words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“It seems we’ve got no choice but to damage the goods a little.”
“She’s all yours, Haunter.”
At first, I thought “Haunter” was another one of their accomplices, or maybe even their Doberman that they release to bite the disobedient ones.
Honestly I would have taken either of the above over what was in front of me.
One of the bad guys, presumably Mr. BH, lifted the blindfolds with much more force than I would’ve liked. And the first thing I saw after being a blindman (blindgirl) for an entire day was a body of purple gas in the shape of a spiky ghost.
It would be more accurate to say I didn’t see anything at first, but I definitely felt a presence in front of me, and a sudden drop in temperature in the little cell that I was in.
And then it started slowly taking form, in the small candle-lit room its body swayed and flickered. Two wide eyes stared deep down into my soul while its claws floated about. Its big mouth gaped open, and in it was a tongue that looked even bigger.
They’ve got a freaking Pokemon doing their deeds for them.