Only two minutes in and she was already beginning to feel claustrophobic. Blinking was impossible. The blindfold was too tight and it birthed an unwanted feeling of dread. Stars flickered behind her lids and they only seem to brighten with every attempted blink.
A defeated sigh left lips.
Today she was somewhat willing to push herself out of her comfort zone. She did not want to back out. She WAS NOT going to. Maybe.
This present experience felt eerily similar to that one scene in Dumbo when the baby elephant was completely intoxicated. There was nothing but a dark background promising an endless void and disturbing obscured images with unpredictable movements. It was all very nauseating. Very unsettling. Just like this moment.
That was, perhaps, the best preeminent description she could conjure up to clearly interpret how she felt of having the option to remove the blindfold but not being allowed to do so.
The game had one rule and it was pretty straightforward. Don't take off the blindfold until it is over… or else.
Or else. Such a cliché. As if the consequences were dire.
Another two minutes came and went and she was still waiting for everyone to organize themselves.
Fuck.
She never did like surprises and waiting was the solid foundation of a surprise. The longer she had to wait, the more it induced her stomach to churn. She didn't enjoy not knowing. It always caused her imagination to roam, to make irrational shit up. To overthink and feel overwhelmed.
Her confidence level was slowly withering.
The stupid blindfold was getting itchy.
And the sun was not helping.
Good thing the only thing she had consumed were the cherries floating around in her many, many drinks.
She swallowed hard and exhaled through her mouth. The tiny fact that she wasn't entirely human was the one thing that kept her from feeling completely helpless. It kept her sane. If only just slightly.
She was able to distinctively distinguish her surroundings. She could tell who stood where and if they were moving and that was reassuring.
Thank you for marrying an alien, mother.
She shifted from one foot to the other, her arms swinging lifelessly at her side. Standing in place sucked. It was hard to appear nonchalant with a blindfold on.
Hands inside pockets, hands outside pockets. The choices were endless!
Her head lifted when she sensed major movement. The crowd around her split like the red sea. One side became the audience, the rest were willing participants. She was player number one, the crowd before her were all her potential choices for player number two.
The game was about to begin. Finally.
A small hand landed on her bare shoulder and she instantly recognized it as Marron's.
"Hey," she whispered behind her, her voice was soft and it tickled her neck. "Ready?"
When she refused to acknowledge her presence, Marron laughed.
"Chazumi," she said. "You know you've been smiling the entire time."
Liar. She knew her inner turmoil reflected perfectly on her face.
"Chazumi." She turned her head in the direction she heard Marron's voice. Her following statement was enveloped with disdain. "I'm going to kill you when we get home."
Marron laughed again. "Save the rage for the next couple of minutes."
Chazumi elbowed her playfully in response. "I'm going to kill you," she repeated.
Marron leaned closer, her lips curving upward against her ear. "He's been watching you." Her two perfectly manicured fingers tip toed up her neck and she shivered. "Ever since…" she began and tapped the blindfold twice near her temple, "you put this on. I think he's into kink. You guys have that in common."
"Shut up." A small smile lifted the corners of her lips.
Footnote:
The image used is a cat girl silhouette you can easily find by googling, "cat girl silhouette". I just modified it a tad to fit my narrative. Or you use this link (copy paste) to take you directly to it: silhouettes-cat-woman-silhouette-woman-cat-ears-tail-image115432002
Also, this story has no real meaningful beginning, middle or end. I don't have a grand plan. I have no clue which direction this story is heading. Only that I will be taking it one day a time. I missed writing. I missed having a creative outlet. I have come back to the wondrous Fanfiction after so many years of remorseful neglect. My old account is KiannaChan, in case you were curious. Again, I missed this. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story.