Curious George

When Stealth came to he found himself in a dark room. He could see the outline of a man but it was too dark to see. “I was about to wake you, I wanted you to feel alive.” Stealth started to struggle at this point it became apparent that’s his arms and legs were bound. Tears were forming but Stealth was determined to stay strong. “Feeling vulnerable are we?” the voiced teased as it grabbed Stealth’s face. Stealth cried out in terror repeatedly, “no one can hear you its just you and me here, we are going to have loads of fun together right?” this only made Stealth’s cries louder “oh how I enjoy watching you squirm, your so helpless and under my control.”



Stealth heard him moving around and started to panic even more then he felt something cover his eyes. “Just in case you know I can’t have you knowing who I am. Such nice clothes, such a pity I’m going to have to remove them.” Stealth felt the fabric split and the cold air touch his skin. It seemed to take forever for the man to fully remove his clothes, he was taking his time to cut up each item and let the blanket of cold cover Stealth’s pale skin until he was fully naked. “What great skin it will make the perfect canvas for my masterpiece that is soon to come.”



The dam had completely broken and tears had soaked the blindfold and were staining Stealth’s cheeks. “Don’t cry you are very privileged, you are feeling exactly what it is to be alive, this is probably one of the closest points to living you will know.” Stealth was whimpering like a small dog and mentally calling out to anyone who would listen. “Awwww just like a little puppy, you react so well. I’m glad I chose you over everyone else, I mean some other people seemed closer to him but you were so small and fragile just like a doll.” He said joyfully to himself. “A-a-are you g-going to … r-rape me?” Stealth whispered so he only just heard. “No I’m not going to rape you we will have fun in a different way.”



Stealth felt something cold against his arm leaving goose bumps behind. The cold appeared again on his back “you know what that is…that’s the tool to create my masterpiece with” the voice whispered in Stealth’s ear. Suddenly Stealth felt something cut into his back and he cried out in pain feeling the blood run down his back. “Feel that, that is the very essence of living!” Stealth wriggled to get free. “Now don’t go and start doing that” said the voice. Stealth felt something collide with his face and then his chest while his arm was grabbed and felt like it was snapping under the force. “Things will only get worse if you try and fight this. Now obey me!” Stealth stayed still after this through fear, pain and exhaustion.



“Now to continue with my masterpiece” and with that came the sharp object penetrating his skin once more. The smell of fresh blood was growing stronger and Stealth was becoming weaker due to blood loss. The feeling of his flesh tearing seemed to carry on for eternity as slash after slash was made. His body was covered with a mixture of sweat, blood and tears which the air was cooling against his skin.



“I’ve finished, its truly great even if I do say so myself. I’m quite proud. Unfortunately we have run out of time and I must leave before my “fans” arrive. I was going to burn off your pubic hair and peel off some of your skin but you just had to make this complicated and I don’t have time. You should be grateful I’m a nice person and I’m not going to punish you for struggling. Now just remember if anyone asks who did the just tell them it was the lion man. Well see you. I’ll just put this on you to keep you quite until then.” And with that he gagged Stealth and left leaving him alone hoping someone would decided to come to whatever place he was in and rescue him before he died of blood loss.