"Ah!"
"Umph!"
"Uck!"
"Oh!"
Ah, yes. That would be me. Falling. Gracefully, I might add. Down a dark. Dank. Hole. Now, I have absolutely nothing against holes. Really. Most of the time, holes and I, we get along just fine. In a general sense, that is. Now, it's totally different matter when there are decaying green hands on the walls of said hole. Not to mention that the aforementioned hands happen to be slightly perverted and/or sexually deprived. I'll leave the details to your imagination. Needless to say, my trip down the hole was not a pleasant one.
"Stop touching meeeeeeeeeeeee!" Yes, that would be me, again. Ah, that famous battle cry of hormonal teenaged girls everywhere. I find it to be quite imperative in day to day situations, actually.
"Help! I'm being assaulted by freaky, perverted hands!" Okay, honestly, I don't use that line quite as much. As I am unable to think of a good connecting sentence at the moment, I'll just say that I was not a happy camper, even before the hands started talking to me. Oh, no, they didn't! Oh, yes, they did.
"What do you mean, "help"? A particularly nasty one snickered to my left, grabbing my arm. I dangled in the air, before being hoisted up by numerous other hands.
"We are helping." The hands murmured in unison.
"Stop touching me!" I attempted to slap at a hand that was slowly sliding up under my shirt. The hand slapped back, leaving a red mark on my exposed stomach. "Ow! You're hurting me!" I whined.
The hands pouted.
"You started it," they protested, somehow managing to pout in unison, before abruptly changing the topic, "Would you like us to let you go, then?"
I gasped.
"You wouldn't." I narrowed my eyes.
The hands snickered.
"Oh, yes, we would. Up… or down?"
The obvious answer being…
"Up." With my luck, I'd probably end up in a rat infested dungeon if I continued downwards.
The hands sneered at me.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" They jeered.
"Yes?" I ventured a guess to the possibly hypothetical question.
"Wrong!" They laughed. "You wouldn't like that at all!"
And then they dropped me.
And, surprisingly enough, I continued falling.