A man awakens from a deep, coma-like sleep. He’s lost and confused about where he awakens and has to fight through the feelings of dizziness and nausea to even sit up. He reaches up to place a hand on the side of his head in order to try bring some sort of balance to his brain. That’s when he notices something more strange than that waking up with a splitting headache on what feels like dirt; he’s completely nude. That confuses him even more, because the last thing he remembers was that he was wearing his favorite leather jacket. The cool one with the blue stripe down the left side. That’s when he remembers why he was wearing it; it’s the one he wears to impress girls. He was wearing it tonight to impress a girl that he had yet to ever meet in person. But now, he was naked and in a strange place. It didn’t seem like anywhere near Seattle that he’d ever been. No, this place was much more tropical than that. And it was humid, like you’d expect from a jungle, not the Pacific North West. That’s what it was, a jungle. But what the hell was he doing in a jungle? How long was he out?
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell happened?” he says as he tries to gather himself and stand. He finds it hard to get his footing, partially because of his swirling mind and the uneven feeling of the dirt on the ground under his bare feet. It didn’t feel like normal dirt, at least nothing you’d find in a jungle. And he couldn’t tell whether or not the ground was actually moving or if it was just his mind playing tricks on him due to the confusion and pain in his head. It was like he was standing in what he’d imagine quicksand felt like, but he wasn’t sinking.
That wasn’t the only odd thing about this place; far from it actually. The sky was a dark red and was sprinkled with swirling clouds of black smoke as far as he could see above the canopy of the jungle. In fact, the jungle itself didn’t make any kind of sense. The vines of the trees looked more like they were tied together in knots instead of growing; made out of some sort of rope. And they were moving too.
“What is this place? And how hard did I hit my head?” he murmured to himself while trying to shake some sense into his body.
That’s when he first heard it.
Off in the distance, slowly growing in size and weight in the air with each passing moment. It was the sound of music; the kind of music that you’d hear from one of those old antique music boxes. The kind of music that would seemingly fit this spooky, twisted place he found himself in now. But that wasn’t all he heard in the distance; and it was what he heard next that terrified him. It was both the sound of a very large feline and very angry sounding canine releasing great bellowing howls in unison with each other. And the worst part about it? They were getting closer much quicker than the strange music was.
“Fuck, what the fuck is that?!” he said with more uneasiness and panic in his voice than before. “Hello?” he yelled.
The sound of the animals got closer, almost too close. He started to think that maybe his life was in danger. He had no idea where he was, how he got there, and now he heard what sounded like very angry beasts approaching him. He had to get out of there and it had to be soon.
But before he could even take more than a couple unbalanced steps through the bushes, he saw what looked like a set of eyes glowing in the knot-trees not far from his location.
“Hello? Good kitty. You’re a nice kitty, right?” he nervously croaked out.
The creature was anything but nice, as he would soon come to realize. The cat stepped from out of the darkness of the jungle and into the light cast down in the opening by the red moon. That’s when the man got his first real look at the animal; though animal isn’t exactly the correct word to describe it. While it most closely resembled a lion, it was also clearly not a lion. It was about three times the size of any true big cat and its body rippled with muscle under the skin. It was a deep purple in color and its eyes glowed red; as did the claws. Claws that had to have been a foot long each, protruding out of its paws. The man also noticed, oddly enough, that it had a pink bow stapled to its ear. It crept closer to him and the man was unsure of what to do next. He was frozen with fear and confusing, but knew that he’d have to get away before it got any closer. So, he turned and fled in the opposite direction. But he was quickly stopped in his tracks. That’s when he saw the dog for the first time.
The dog was somehow more menacing than the cat. It was, again, much larger than any dog the man had ever seen before. It was also incredibly strong looking, with glowing red eyes and a dark purple coloring similar to the feline. It had long, sharp teeth that were dripping with saliva as it stalked the man in a semi-circle. What was perhaps most terrifying about the creature, even more so than the size and the teeth, was the large, throbbing, human like penis that hung between its rear legs. It was unlike any dog penis he had ever seen, and was far too large for the animal that carried it.
“Okay, now what in the fuck is going on? Help me, someone!” he yelled, not sure if there was anyone around to hear it.
But when he finished yelling, the dog snarled and approached him. He once again panicked and darted off towards the denser jungle to the side of him in an attempt to get away from both of the hideous creatures that seemed to be hunting him.
As he’s darting through the jungle, it dawns on him that what had looked like ropes before, instead of vines, were indeed what they appeared to be. He was running, nude, through a jungle made of twine and rope while a pair of beasts with giant human dicks stalked him. None of it was processing through his mind and he tried to wake up from what surely must have been a drug induced dream. His lungs burnt with exhaustion, but he couldn’t stop running now. Dream, or not, he wasn’t going to allow that dog to get ahold of him. The vines, or ropes, kept trying to stop him though. They’d grab on to him as he ran, and it felt like they were trying to hold him back. If he didn’t escape the jungle soon, he’d never get out of there. But just as the thought crossed his mind that’d he never escape, he tore through the rope-vines once more into a clearing. He fell to his hands and knees as he attempted to catch his breath after running for what must have been thirty minutes now.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! What is this place?” he muttered to himself through the wheezing.
He no longer heard the creatures that were following him; he only heard the sound of his heart beating in his ears like a drum. He noticed that he was now in another open area of the jungle similar to the one he woke up in, this one much larger in size though. And in the middle of this clearing stood what looked like a typical barn, with two stories, or at least it had one of those hay loft windows. It actually looked like every generic barn you see in TV shows or movies, but it was also very run down and missing planks all through the outside of it. The man figured that he could hide in there for the time being, until he could figure out where he actually was. So he raised himself up off the ground and silently snuck his way over to the barn’s front door.
He slowly poked his head in, as he didn’t want to be surprised by something else as ghastly as the dog and cat were. But once his head was in the doorway, he was confident that there was nothing dangerous in the barn. The world still buzzed around him though, and the music he heard from before was even more persistent now. It stung at his brain with every twang of the notes and it made his headache worse and worse the longer it went on. It was then that he began to feel dizzy again and felt as though he was going to pass out. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the sprinting he had just endured or if he had suffered some sort of head injury that would explain why everything was so weird. He couldn’t understand how he could rationalize like that, though, if he truly was suffering from a head injury. He sat down on a table that was in the middle of the barn, an old wooden table. He thought, maybe if he slept, he would wake up and everything would be back to normal. He’d awake and finally be back to where he was earlier that night.
“Where was I even at?” he thought.
And then he remembered; he was at a girl’s house. That young girl he had met weeks before on the internet; the one he came to have sex with that night. And with that final memory, he slipped back asleep once more.
But his hopes for waking up and finding himself back in reality were short lived. Because when he woke up this time, he was frightened to discover that he was now lying down on that old table completely and was tied up around the ankles, wrists, and neck by the same rope-vines as outside. He couldn’t move, no matter how much he struggled, and it seemed like the more he fought it, the tighter the ropes got. He tried to scream, but not much sound escaped his throat before the rope tightened once more and cut him off. He gasped for air, but could only get enough not to pass out again. That is when his panic turned to fear at the thought that he was going to be choked to death. The fear only got worse when he realized he wasn’t alone in that barn any longer. Though he couldn’t see anyone because of his head being stuck in place, he could hear someone. He could hear a female laughing at him in the worst sort of way. It was maniacal and yet filled with a bit of joy at the plight the man now faced.
Suddenly, the table shot up on a pivot and he was face to face with the source of that horrible laugh. He viewed his capture; a strikingly beautiful, but tormented looking woman. She was tall and had a slim, but toned body. Her skin was pale, so much so in fact that it nearly glowed a shade of red in the light sneaking in through the breaks in the barn roof. Her eyes were sunken and dark and her hair was raven black. She wore just a wisp of black cloth held together by leather straps at the hips and neck. It did little to cover her striking frame, nearly completely bare breasts, and her most intimate parts as well. He also noticed that atop her head she wore a tiara made of twisted vines and metallic looking flowers with sharp thorns intertwined. Behind her, on each side and connected by a metal leash which led to her hand, were the beasts that had chased him earlier through the jungle made of rope.
“Hello, Jonathan. Or should I call you HockeyBoy2721?” she said, still smiling and twirling the leash through her fingers.
“Wha-wh-who are you?” he croaked out.
She took a few steps forward and let more of the leash slide through her grasp. “Hockey Boy, I’m devastated. I can’t believe you don’t recognize me. After all, I’m what you came here for right? I’m what you desire, aren’t I?” she had an odd, echoing tone to her voice as she spoke.
With every word, the ropes tightened around his neck. She again stepped closer, and the fear inside of him rose with each inch she gained. There was something awe inspiring and awful about her; the look in her eyes was perhaps the most terrifying thing of all. She seemed to be in a state of total bliss at his agony and the way she moved only confirmed those thoughts. She was near orgasm by the time she reached him, close enough to touch lips. Her face was at level with his and he noticed that smell of dying flowers; which must have been coming from her tiara. The smell nearly made him sick and was making it that much harder for him to breathe.
“I’m not? Oh I’m not? Ha! I’m not what? Am I not what you came all this way for?” she said in a tormenting yet sarcastic sort of way. She placed her free hand on his cheek; he noticed her long black nails once she pressed one into his skin hard enough to draw blood.
“You said you enjoyed using ropes; to tie your lovers down. To make it so they are unable to move or to stop you from having your way with them. You said that turned you on.” Her hand glided over the ropes that were slowly choking the life out of him.
“I thought this is what you wanted. I did this all especially for you, Hockey Boy. But you don’t seem to be enjoying it. You aren’t even hard, are you?” As she said this, she reached down and roughly grabbed his crotch with her sharp nailed hand. “You know, I’ve learned that if you slowly tighten ropes around someone’s body, the blood finds new places to escape to. It rushes to your head, to your penis, to your limbs; sometimes it even comes out of your ears, the nose, and even the eyes."
"You’re disappointing me, Jonathan!” she said as she laughed again, this time directly in his face, as he whimpered and attempted to get free once more.
“Oh, yes! Please struggle more, my dear. It makes it that much better for me; it makes it that much pleasurable watching you squirm."She tilted her head in question."Isn’t that right? Isn’t that what you said? And you haven’t even heard the best part! Would you like to know what that is?”
He only managed enough strength to nod his head; a head that was quickly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
“You and I get to spend eternity together! Though, before that happens, I must insist that you at least look the part. And because you get off using ropes, you get to become them. And, from the looks of it, you already are!”
She broke out in that awful laughter once again as she back peddled and spun away from him. Her beasts roared in tune with her cackle as the ropes tightened even more around the body of the man. He felt as though he would burst from the pressure, but instead, he felt the ropes tearing through his flesh and merging with his body. It entwined with his muscles, with his bones. Terror is too kind of a word for the emotion that he was feeling when he realized what was happening. The transformation would soon be complete and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Soon, the he would become one with the rope. In the meantime, he’d suffer the agony of the joining.