《Dark Base written by Travis Willier》Chapter 001 Mary Part One
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"Ahhhhhh, fucking nightmares will they ever stop". It's a question I ask myself aloud in an empty room,sitting upright in my bed soaked in fever dream sweat. Not my ideal situation. I stood up and found my cell phone where I last placed it on the dresser. I tapped the side and the light came on with a low battery warning.
"Shit." I blamed myself but what could you expect from a closet drunk who works a decent job down the street at a gift shop. Speaking of which, it was the weekend and I forgot my charger at the Gift shop. So the 24 hour gas station will do. It was really early 9am Saturday, I turned to get out of bed and my feet touched the floor. "Woah." tequila is still having some effect from the night before.
I walked to the hallway outside my room and at the end was the bathroom. I stopped at the closet just before the bathroom. Peering in I could see that I was in need of a laundry day. The towels, clothing and bedding now added to the list, I pulled a black towel from the shelf in the closet. Then entered the bathroom. I flipped the light switch and turned on the lights, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess so I took it out from its messy state and let it loose, I stripped my navy blue t-shirt and black thong panties, I’m gaining weight from the drinking, at least my tits and ass, make me look fuckable, I bent over turning on the shower tap just to the right heat temperature, from the shower head fell the water turning cold to hot In half a minute. I let the water fall over my head, the feeling seemed to drown out the rest of the world.
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My hand knocked over my shampoo,
"Ugh I'm clumsy." I picked up the bottle and placed it on the tub's side surface.
I started washing my body. with a bar of soap I stole from my work Mrs employee of the month. Yup one of those mint scented low brand of soaps.
Things were tough enough as is and the cherry on top of this rough living was this oncoming hangover.
I reached for the shampoo, lathering my hair felt great and also gave me a bit of relief. Next I lathered with the conditioner, I lowered to one knee in the shower letting the water fall over me. It was relaxing, after a while it was getting hard to breathe in the now humid shower room.
I turned the shower tap off, and gracefully stood up, I opened the shower door to reach for a towel. I wiped my face off then did a quick pat down before bending over and throwing my long brown hair into the towel.
I was partly dry walking out of the steamed room,walking past the kitchen I noticed some cash on the table.
"Did Jeff leave this? I'm not a hooker."
But also, how did Jeff know I needed the extra cash? He must have left this cash before leaving my place early this morning. It doesn't matter now I have money for a new charger.
I walked over to my room to the silver reflective dresser and opened my top drawer to see my massive collection of thong panties,bras. I picked out a suitable black sports bra and thong panty. Then I put them on,and walked to my closet and found some matching black leggings and my large blue sweater. I walked back to the kitchen to see how much cash was on the table. I counted 200 then walked to my bag,inside was my wallet where I placed the 200. My cash goes into my wallet but not for long that's for sure.
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I walked back to my room to get ready to put on makeup, mainly just a bit of eyeliner and light lipstick.
I also Rebraid my still damp hair.
Well I looked as good as I can get on a Saturday. I walked back to the bathroom, sprayed myself with some scent spray and checked my weight on a scale, 160 was the reading. I used to be 126 pounds.
Well let's go for a walk to the store instead of driving.
I picked up my bag on the way to the door then stopped At the door mat, put on my black sandals and walked out the door locking it behind me.
The hallway always smelt of a horrid mix of spices and old ass.
I try to hold my breath for as long as possible walking through this building.
The festering smell somehow latches on to clothing. I can smell it as the wind brushes off my sweater into my face exiting the front door.
The cold morning was a telltale with all the frosted dew still on the grass and fresh crisp air.
Walking along the street, the sun still warming up the city, The birds singing, It was pleasant to be the only one aside from the occasional runner walking down the sidewalk.
The buildings were four story apartments. The area wasn't crime filled and the homeless didn't bother walking in the area.
The trees blowing in the wind sure made for a nice morning walking the neighborhood.
I turn the Corner and see a back alley that appears to be a short route to the gas station.
Walking along halfway down the alleyway, I heard a vehicle turn in down the alley.
The vehicle sped up towards me.
Feeling very uneasy, I started to move to the side, picking up my walk speed from my usual pace. My heart started to beat faster. The sound of the vehicle tires screamed to a stop. I turned around to see a large white van. Stopped beside me the doors opened up and out came three guys grabbing at my sweater. I started to scream and fight back but they were too strong and next thing you know I felt a stingy pinch in my neck which hurt till all went dark…
End chapter 001 Dark Base written by Travis Willier copyright 2021
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