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Chapter 3
I have officially lost it.
Well, I 'officially' lost it years ago. This, this- means I lost it. I am sitting here, half-naked and watching this white-haired dude inspect my bra. Three other natives are watching cautiously back like they're defusing a fucking bomb.
The white-haired dude is making signs to Rocky every few minutes. The only reason I can tell that there are signs is that Rocky occasionally looks to me then to the white-haired dude then to me again every time I don't look at the white-haired dude.
Throughout the endeavor, they are entirely silent and it's creepy. I shiver at the cold and hug my top half closer to my legs. How they haven't gotten to my phone, keys, and wallet yet is beyond me. Why was the first thing they took off my shirt? Why are they inspecting my bra? Where is the search they should have done before I got here, not that I'm complaining?
This is so ass-backwards. What the fuck? I am huddled in the corner that I had backed myself into when Shade and his friends decided to show up.
I slowly slide my phone out of my pocket because they are gonna find it eventually. I am watched by everyone in the room for a split second, then suddenly- I have a knife to my neck, my phone is in the hand of a white-haired dude- and I am pinned to the wall by Lady Bug and well over thirty bugs are swarmed at my arm that is pressed to the wall behind me.
“I should have thought this through better,” I mutter sarcastically to myself.
“Yeah, you really should have.” Lady Bug growls into my ear, putting even more pressure onto my arm.
I give her a wide look. Did she just understand me? Have they been able to understand me the entire time?!
I got silent. It was kinda awkward after that. What am I supposed to say? I was trying to grab my stuff to hand to you? I just wanted the search over with and didn’t think through my actions completely. Sorry, I have ADHD and will impulsively decide that random things are more important than even my own life? God, a therapist would be great right about now.
I just slowly put my hands up and hope for the best.
I'm so going to just blame this on impulse control. It's totally not because I'm fucking stupid.
“So, now that I know you can understand me…” I begin to ramble.
“-Do you have umm, a bathroom that would be nice please.” I may have just realized I had to go, like now.
“So… you come here often?” I awkwardly ask.
“I work here.” Ladybug stands watching me from the door of the bathroom stall.
“Right- Right.” I look to the side. Do they really need to be in here while I pee?! I get ‘safety’ and shit but for real they don't have like one-sided glass or maybe a camera! I don't care if you watch because I get why, but at least be subtle!
Actually never mind, maybe they are not that far in their industrial revolution. I wonder how far they are. They definitely have pottery and bricks or a type of composite…
Well if I look on the bright side I'm not dying of dysentery anytime soon. Nice plumbing, very similar to our modern toilets! I wonder how they dispose of it. Is it like how we did it, with run off and treatment plants or something different? I'm very curious now.