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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1

Date: 10/25/2017, Categories: Celebrities, Taboo, Author: FrankSinner, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

didn't smell right. It wasn't his room. Freddie was afraid to open his eyes again for fear of what he might see, but he eventually braved the task. No, this wasn't his room. Not his room at his apartment, or his room at the inn... this was somewhere different. Somewhere new. There was a mirror and a couple big paintings of birds, and a small window. Pulling back the covers he found himself in nothing but boxers, but a quick scan of his body showed that all the battle scars he had amassed over the last week were in fact still there. In fact, not only were they still there, but they had been treated and bandaged. At first he thought he might be in a hospital... maybe someone found him and got him to a doctor. But this was no medical office or establishment. This was a home. And from the look of it, it was somewhere nice. Freddie felt his muscles weakened as he attempted to climb out of bed, feeling a sense of atrophy from not moving in a while. His legs were wobbly but after a few minutes of holding himself up by the bed and nearby table, he finally found his balance once more, intense soreness rocketing through his very being. The former tech producer made his wobbly way to the window and peered out, seeing nothing but the vastness of the ocean from it. He took several deep breaths as he looked around the room, afraid to even speak, for fear of whatever this was. Freddie felt even more concerned when he took a look in the mirror, the strain on his body inevitably clear and he ... looked like death warmed over. But the really chilling part had to be the folded clothes by the mirror with a note that read: Freddie, Come downstairs when you're ready. Freddie knew that handwriting well, and while his first thought was comfort that Carly was taking care of him, the weight of the situation took hold, and he remembered her role in all of this. He checked the clothes over twice before slipping them on, feeling a slight chill from the temperature of the house as much as the emotional tingles. Opening the door, he faced a small flight of stairs which he carefully descended, but began feeling incredibly woozy with every step that he took until he reached the ground and his nauseous feelings ceased. The cabin he was in seemed incredibly nice and well furnished. Whoever lived here was certainly well off, and part of him hoped that they were out of town for what had transpired on the island. As he turned around, hearing subtle noises, his feelings of dizziness returned and he found him-self gripping door frames and furniture as he moved around. Though he was barely on his feet, he was still at the ready, arms up to attack whoever and whatever might be in the house with him. A louder scratching sound led him to a nearby window, and a chirping bird, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief and smile for being so stupid. &#034Hey.&#034 Freddie nearly jumped as he spun around to see Carly standing in the kitchen, with an apron on, and a deeply warm and friendly smile on ...