With his sight now gone, his hearing nearly gone, and his body totally immobilized David's senses were of little value to him. The only awareness of his surroundings that he would sometimes sense would be that of motion. There were moments when he felt the sense that he was moving faster or slower, that he may have been being moved from one point to another, perhaps even that he was being moved up or down. Unfortunately, after a bit of time passed those sensations seemed to only add to his total confusion, leaving him feeling all the more clueless as to where he could possibly be or how he was getting there.
Throughout his journey the only thing David could do was drift in and out of consciousness while sick with fear as to what was ultimately going to happen to him once he reached his destination, whatever that was?? Eventually after an indeterminable amount of time to him, he sensed a change in the way he was being moved. Then, though he could not make out what they were saying he could faintly hear voices talking.
Oh god.
Suddenly, he felt his fear level skyrocket. At least when he was packaged up in solitude as he was David did not have to worry about others. Now though, he sensed he may have arrived at his destination and was about to learn his fate. Though not a religious man David found himself praying fervently, seeking help and comfort in the only way that seemed possible at the moment.
From the slightly uneven way in which he was now feeling movement David sensed he was likely now being carried by people and no longer being transported in some type of vehicle. His heart rate was elevating rapidly and then finally it felt as if he was coming to rest. Suddenly, even with his hearing muffled he began to hear an array of sounds that frightened him to no end. It sounded like some sort of tools or equipment and from the vibrations his immobilized body felt he knew that someone was in the process of extracting him from whatever in god's name he was in.
Gradually he began to sense that the packing that surrounded him was being loosened and falling away, giving his body the ability to at least move ever so slightly. Still, with the ominous sounds he was hearing David felt too scared to move much for fear of being injured by whatever tools might be being used. Eventually, once enough of the packing had been cleared away he felt hands on his bound, naked body, lifting him with ease and effortlessly carrying him somewhere.
After being immobilized for so long in one position just the feel of his body's limbs and muscles moving and stretching while being carried caused David to grimace and moan, his muscles clearly stiff and sore from being locked in place so long. Now out of his cocoon and once again naked and exposed David was hit with another rush of vulnerability. He felt his still bound body being laid on to a surface and felt hands at work once again, undoing everything that had been done to him back in his hotel room.
When the tube was withdrawn from his mouth David cried out in panic, gasping frantically as if afraid of suffocating. After a moment though he realized he was now free to breathe naturally and normally, so though still panting from fear he managed to try to regain some sort of steady breathing pattern.
Finally, he felt the hood that had all but eliminated his senses being slowly pulled up over his head. He tried to open his eyes but after being shrouded in darkness the bright light of the room was painfully bright. David clenched his eyes tightly shut again, turning his head to the side in an attempt to evade it. While doing so he whimpered softly, even the act of turning his head causing him to be reminded of how sore and stiff his neck muscles were.
There was a part of him that didn't want to open his eyes ever again, instead just staying oblivious of what was happening to him. He then heard a female voice speak to him. Oh god, they addressed by him name. At that moment David knew this wasn't a case of mistaken identity. They knew exactly who he was. He was indeed the target of their intentions, whatever that might be.
Slowly he tried to open his eyes, wincing from both the brightness of his surroundings and the stiffness he felt in all of his muscles. Turning his head back David looked upward through squinted eyes, seeing the forms of two imposing women on either side of him.
Oh god. The two women from the hotel. He nodded his head slightly in response to their question and tried to respond, "Yes, I can." Unfortunately his throat was dry and sore and his voice unresponsive, barely a peep of sound able to be heard from him.
Feeling overwhelmed with fear he instinctively tried to move, only to be reminded not only was he still securely bound but his muscles were so sore and weakened they would be of little use to him anyway until he had an opportunity to allow them to stretch out their soreness. Briefly, he made eye contact with each woman, feeling the need to know who would have done such a thing to him.
Immediately he closed them again. None of this made sense to him. Clearly none of this could be real. These women were gorgeous, but they looked far too physically imposing to be real. His mind had to be playing tricks on him, traumatic after effects from what he had just been though.
With his eyes still closed and afraid to even look at the women, David tried to speak again. "Where am I?," his words barely audible as they escaped his lips in a pained whisper. "Why?..... Deanna??.... Deanna??" His words only slightly more audible with this attempt.
His mind was a jumbled, frazzled, and frightened mess. Still, he had remembered the name of the woman from the hotel. How could he forget her?? David sensed that she had to be involved with this in some way. But, she had been so loving, so kind, and so indescribably erotic and sexual with him. Surely, even if she was somehow involved she would protect him and keep him safe?? Weakly, and to no one in particular David pleaded, "Help me?.... please, help me?"
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