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The darkness. It was all your dozy eyes could make sense of. The abyss, as if death had fought a war against your conscience and won. But, if you truly were dead, then why could you still feel the textures around your head? Like a rough paper bag and…
…Duct tape. Wait what?
Within the blink of an eye, the brown paper bag that covered your head was removed, giving you the opportunity to see the outside world yet again. Although the area you seemed to be stuck in wasn’t very well-lit, it still gave your enlarged pupils a hard time to adjust to the situation.
After about 100 blinks later, you focused on the figure in front of you. A pale boy your age with messy black hair and a green cap. His concerned face was focused on yours.
Then, another spoke.
“Aw, Mike! You weren’t supposed to take the paper bag off yet!”
The boy in front of you, who happened to be named Mike, frowned and turned around, facing the booming teen behind him.
“Well I couldn’t just let her suffocate! I’m already in trouble for helping you kidnap her, I don’t wanna get arrested for murder as well!”
“Can you two hush?”
This time it was a feminine voice. A girl with blonde hair walked up to you and bent down so she was at your level.
“Look, she’s awake,” she spoke, poking your cheek.
You let out a noise. It was meant to be a word, but the duct tape over your mouth prevented you from speaking any discernible language.
Then, a tanned-skin boy with exploding brown hair pushed the two aside, a smile creeping on his face as he noticed your face.
“Oh, wow! She’s so cute when she’s terrified!” he gushed.
Mike, who was next to him, rolled his eyes and let out an “ugh.”
Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands from behind place onto your shoulders.
The owner of the hands asked, “Hey when’s the duct tape coming off-”
“HANDS OFF!”
The tanned boy slapped the hands away.
“Ow-”
“And it’ll come off now. BUT, I’ll be the one to take it off. I don’t need another unlucky buzzkill to ruin the atmosphere.”
He glared at Mike, who returned the gesture.
The boy reached his hand out to your face. The motion was slow, and it took a while, but his hand finally made contact with your cheek. He didn’t rip off the duct tape. Instead, he gently caressed the structure of your cheek and jawline.
You stared into his eyes, which were staring back at your facial features. You swore you could see some drool dripping from his mouth.
Mike, who was disgusted by what he was witnessing, spoke up.
“Can you stop being creepy and just take it off?”
The boy snapped out of his train of thought and gave out a nervous chuckle.
“Ahah- right,” he turned to Mike, “Would it be more painful to take it off slowly or fast? This is for scientific reasons and totally not because I want to see her in pain because it turns me on and-”
“OW!”
It took you a moment to realize that noise came from you. The aforementioned person behind you decided to rip off the duct tape while the tanned one was rambling.
“Wah-! Jeffrey!”
“What? I was getting bored, and I don’t wanna be here all night.”
“You ruined the moment!”
“You ruined the moment the moment you started being creepy,” Mike mumbled.
“U-Uh,” you quietly stuttered, grabbing the attention of the four there.
The acclaimed-mastermind of this whole scheme shifted his body towards you and asked, “Yes, sweetheart?”
Mentally gagging, you nervously spat, “What is happening?”
He smiled proudly, “Oh, right. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Zachery. Don’t call me Zach, it pisses me off.”
Your mouth dropped agaped at his chill attitude.
“Basically, I did all of this as a… romantic way to confess my love to you.”
“He means he kidnapped you to force you into being his girlfriend,” Mike bluntly stated.
“WHAT?!”
“I tried to talk him out of it,” the blonde sighed.
“But you still joined in!” the one behind me, who was mentioned to be called Jeffrey, chimed in.
“Can you guys shut up? I’m trying to get a girlfriend,” Zachery complained. The three obliged and stayed quiet.
He smirked, inching closer to your body. He placed one hand on the side of your head, dreamily twirling your hair, completely ignoring any boundaries you had.
“Now, Y/N,” he cooed, “Will you be mine?”