Daniel bolted out of that place as soon as he could. Or at least tried to. He almost lost his balanced for the second time when he tried to stand up, and as a result, he was forced to hold himself still using both of his arms. Strange, even his arms were not working so well. He couldn’t even make them bend the way he wanted to. What was going on with him?
Overwhelmed with fear, the boy didn’t even bother trying to stand up this time. Instead, he just crawled his way out of the lab, not wanting to spend another minute in there. No good. He needed to find his friends. The sooner they get out of that place, the better it would be.
The boy was breathing hard; from both panic and his body being not used to running. Daniel didn’t care, though. All he wanted was to get away.
And while he ran, the boy failed to notice a familiar pattern of sound that he made while he did so, his mind too scrambled to register things properly, including the strange swishing movement that kept on brushing against his ass.
Written by Stella Purple on 04 May 2017