So You Used to Be Human - Book 3 (Original Version)

A Christmas Interlude (part one)

-1-

On the first day of Xmas...

I had no idea how long I had been tied to the chair and in fact I had come to the conclusion that I wasn't actually tied to anything, least of all a chair in the middle of dark room, the single flickering lighbulb above me casting a cone of light and a significant amount of shame down on me. But at the same time, my mind was telling me something different and it was that being tied to that chair was exactly what I wanted.

It's funny how the mind tricks you sometimes. I still hadn't figured out if it was doing it just to fuck with me or to protect me but that was mainly because I couldn't focus on any single thought for a very long time.

A bright light, flickering or not, shining right into your eyes does not in any way help.

"On the first day of Christmas..." a voice sang from the darkness and I peered into the shadows through slitted eyelids, knowing exactly who I was going to see.

"Hello Beatrice," I croaked, surprising myself at how dry my throat was. Exactly how long had I been tied up

(nottiedup)

in this place anyway? It seemed like it had been almost forever but then at the same time only minutes.

"Is it Christmas already?"

Beatrice stepped out of the shadows and of course she was wearing a slutty Santa outfit. You know the one I mean: short red top that exposed too much of her cleavage and her lacy black bra; her perfectly toned stomach was exposed above the tight mini-skirt that stopped just above the curve of her tight and biteable ass, a fringe of white fur on the bottom; black fishnet stockings, torn in laces of course, since this was Beatrice, covering her long legs into black leather boots with way too many buckles and straps (and were those knives?). And yes, of course she was wearing the hat, a perfect furry red hat that was definitely not store-bought and had possibly been killed and skinned by Beatrice herself, just for the authenticity.

Beatrice had both of her brilliant blue eyes and a smile on her face, so I knew I wasn't in trouble yet, although it was only a matter of time.

She was carrying a gift, wrapped in silver paper with penguins dancing in a line around the edges of the gift.

"It's always Christmas when you're around Bobbykins. I just want to unwrap you and eat you up."

"But it's September," I protested and Beatrice just rolled her eyes.

"We're in your mind dummy. This isn't really happening of course, so I've decided that it's going to be Christmas and you're going to unwrap your presents."

"I only see one present..."

Beatrice stuck her tongue out suggestively and pointed down at her crotch. There was one of those cheap stick-on bows you get from Walmart, stuck on the front of her mini-skirt.

"I'm the other present. Do I really need to mention that I'm not wearing any underwear?"

"That's kind of a given, isn't it?" I looked around at my surroundings and almost blinded myself looking into the flickering lightbulb. "If this is my imagination, then why is it so fucked up?"

"Really Bob, have you met you? You're kind of really fucked-up. It's why I love you so much. You might even be more fucked up than me and I get off on killing people. I mean, at least I'm honest about what I like, but you're a real piece of work."

"You would think I would at least imagine it more comfortable," I said as I rubbed my wrists. I tried to turn to look at Beatrice, but couldn't move because my hands were still duct-taped to the sides of the chair. What the fuck?