Made for the Monster

The first thing Gianna noticed when she started to awaken from her slumber, was how cold she was.

Normally she kept her room nice and cozy, enough to sleep with a light blanket but not hot enough to sweat.

Groaning, she rolled over in her bed while reaching for her blanket to drape over her as she huddled into a fetal position.

After last night, she did not want to wake up until the afternoon when her hangover was completely gone.

After fumbling a few times, Gianna opened one eye to try to solve the mystery of the missing blanket.

It was still dark, so she waited until her one eye adjusted.

Could it be on the floor?

Slowly, Gianna leaned over the edge of the bed, her one arm reaching out and touching the cold, hard ground.

Hard?

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she continued to feel the floor.

Where is the carpet?

She sat up while holding her aching head.

It took a few minutes before her hazy, hungover vision cleared and adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to see the room correctly.

But it wasn’t her room.

She was in an underground cellar, the walls made of some kind of clay with a large metal door that had a small window and bars. There was even a small slot under the window that Gianna recognized as a way to give a prisoner food.

“What the fuck?” Gianna mumbled as she took in her surroundings.

“What the fuck!?” Her voice increased in volume the longer she looked around.

She was literally in a fucking prison cell, under-fucking-ground.

Are you fucking kidding me!?

Wiping her hands down her face, she racked her brain to figure out how she got into her predicament.

What happened last night?

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her mind finally conjured up her memories.

Gianna laughed obnoxiously as she put an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

“You are too funny,” she reached up and tapped his nose with the tip of her finger. “Boop!”

Liam chuckled awkwardly, gently taking her hand and placing it back to her side.

“Gianna, you are really drunk.”

Batting her eyes at him, she smiled.

“And why aren’t you?”

“Well someone has to take care of your crazy ass,” he smirked, making Gianna laugh again.

Liam put his arm around Gianna’s waist to steady her as she started to walk away.

“Barkeep!” She yelled while raising her hand. “Another round!”

“No!” Liam yelled, grabbing her raised hand and pushing it down.

“But I wanna drink mooooore!” she whined.

“You’ve had plenty, Gianna. Why don’t we get you some fresh air,” maneuvering the tall, curvy girl, Liam brought her to the back of the bar out into an alley that was designed to let smokers and the likes to enjoy themselves while indulging in other nasty habits.

Gianna groaned as she felt the cool air touch her skin. The swirling in her head was becoming more known as well as the sourness in her stomach.

She leaned further into Liam, hoping he would help calm the raging storm going on inside her.

“What has gotten into you? You call me to come have a drink with you, then when I get here you are already drunk? Seriously Gia, what’s wrong?”

Sighing, Gianna lifted her head and looked at her friend through teary eyes.

But instead of confessing her feelings and wants, she put on another goofy smile, trying to hide her wobbly lip.

“I got tired of waiting,” she yawned, trying to feign ignorance of her feelings and her upset stomach.

“What took you so long anyways?”

Liam sighed.

“Research is taking a stall so I am trying to figure out a different approach.”

Gianna pouted a little.

“You and your research. What is it about anyways? You’ve never gone into details about it, yet you spend most of your time in your lab, or at my place sitting at the counter, muttering to yourself while shuffling papers.”

Liam playfully pushed her shoulder.

“It’s something I can’t talk about, you know that. And besides, you owe me big time for coming out here and finding you already drunk off your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved a hand at him. “I’ll suck your dick later. Right now, I want a drink.”

Before Liam could protest to her words, Gianna quickly turned away from him and started to walk towards the bar window.

The alley was incredibly crowded for such a small area that Liam instantly lost her.

Which was Gianna’s goal.

She did not want to face him. She felt ashamed for having developed feelings for him, a man she truly saw as a friend, but recently, after so many horrible dates and relationships, she was seeing him as something more.

But she knew he did not feel the same.

Not one bit.

Turning her head to make sure she had lost him, Gianna bumped into someone.

“Oh! I am so sorry!” She held onto the man, glad he was not holding a drink that could have spilled on either of them.

The sudden jarring motion sent a dull pain to spread from a spot on her upper right ass cheek.

‘What was that?’ She thought while rubbing the area.

The man lifted his head to look at her.

And smiled.

“Don’t worry about it,” he narrowed his eyes on her.

“Having fun?”

Gianna awkwardly smiled back, her eyes shifting to the side to see if she could spot Liam. He was giving off weird vibes, but she was not one to just tell someone to leave her alone.

“Yeah! How about you?” She finally responded while taking a step away from him.

The man’s eyes shifted to the crowd behind her.

He leaned in, Gianna not missing the way he subtly inhaled her scent.

She froze in her spot, too inebriated to fully comprehend what was going on.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He leaned further into her, tilting his head a little as if he was going to kiss her.

“You should be wary of the company you keep.”

Those words seemed to snap Gianna back into her body as she pulled away, her eyes wide with confusion.

“What?”

Before he could answer, Gianna felt a hand grab her shoulder and pull her away.

“Gianna, are you alright? What happened?” Liam clutched onto both shoulders, lowering his head so he could see into her eyes.

Gianna blinked a few times, the trance she was in lifting.

“Gia?”

Focusing back onto her friend’s face, Gianna managed a nod.

“I…” Looking over her shoulder, she did not see the man.

She searched the crowd, but could not find him anywhere, like he had disappeared into thin air.

Shaking her head, Gianna turned back to her friend and managed a small smile. “I think it’s time to go home.”

Liam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Um, ok. Let’s get going,” he put an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from the bar.

Gianna recalled Liam bringing her to her apartment and leaving her at the door, but after that, it was nothing but a haze.

Pacing, Gianna grabbed her frizzy hair and pulled at it.

I don’t understand how I got here!

She remembered the man being the weirdest thing that happened that night, but she could not remember his face.

When she tried to, his face just ended up being a distorted image, causing her to be even more frustrated.

A small breeze came from the window in the door, making her wrap her arms around her body to stop the shiver that was threatening to surface.

It made her realize that she was only in a large shirt that said ‘Cum in me Bro’ and a pair of pink panties that she absolutely hated to wear but loved sleeping in.

Well… at least I dressed myself before passing out instead of going nude like I usually do after drinking.

Unsure of what to do, Gianna sat on the bed and crossed her legs while putting her elbows on her knees.

She listened to the silence that blanketed her in an unsettling way.

It was too quiet.

A place like this would normally have people crying, begging to get out.

But there wasn’t even a hint of a breath to let her know other people were here other than her own.

Am I alone here?

A loud thump had Gianna flinching and looking towards the noise.

The thump happened again, followed by a scraping sound, similar to the bottom of a door scraping on the floor while being opened.

The sound of something being dragged passed by her door, causing her panic to spike.

Not wanting to see what was being dragged, Gianna curled up into a ball and covered her ears the best she could.

Whimpering softly, she waited until the sounds were gone before she could finally try to calm herself.

Calm, body, calm.

Using the breathing exercises she was taught when she was young, she was able to bring herself back down to a more reasonable state, not to say panicking was not reasonable in her situation.

Panicking will not help me figure a way out of here.

Uncurling herself, Gianna slowly walked over to the door.

She went up on her toes while grabbing the bars.

She could see out the window, and noticed other doors similar to her own.

They were off-set so she couldn’t see directly into the other rooms, but she could see that the inside walls were similar to her own walls as well.

This had to have been a prison of some sort long ago.

Getting back to her plan, she tugged on the bars.

There was the slightest movement from them that let her know they were a little loose.

Good. Now to figure out how to get up and through the window.

The window was small, and Gianna’s hips were wide.

She was very much shaped like an hour glass.

Biting her lip, she could practically see herself getting stuck right at her hip area, and being embarrassed when getting caught because she was not quick or quiet enough.

Sighing, Gianna scratched the idea while releasing her hold on the bars and stepping back a few paces.

“Hello?”