“WHERE DO YOU WALK ON THE SUNNY TIME WHEN THE RIVERS GLEAM AND THE BUILDINGS SHINE HOW DO YOU FEEL WHEN THE POLLEN FALLS!” Creed belted along with his music as he got ready for work. It was standard practice before a big hearing to in all sense of the phrase: Rock Out. In the shower he sang into his imaginary microphone and playing his air guitar and took a pause between songs to have a good morning wank. Out of the shower in a steam filled room he was on his soft and fuzzy mat he shook off like a dog before he wrapped himself up in his towel bathrobe. “JUST A SIMPLE GUY LIVING DAY TO DAY A RAY OF SUNSHINE IS MY FROWN,” he shouted as he turned up the music and left his room for the kitchen. “ALL YOUR LOVE. ALL YOU GOTTA GIVE TO ME IS ALL YOUR LOVE!”
It took him about forty five minutes to prepare and eat his breakfast as he had to take breaks to sing and do his air guitar or smashing drums. After a good rinse for the dishes he packed them into the dishwasher and set it to run an hour after he was to leave. Back into the bathroom to brush and floss his glorious teeth, this took far less than his meal prep and consumption because now time was drawing nearer. Mouth wash, a quick comb through the hair and he was off to get dressed. Pulling on his boxer shorts he realized he had forgotten to shave.
Dashing back into the bathroom he felt like a superhero as his robe caught a bit of a breeze. “My poor discarded baby. I said baby, baby, baby, you’re out of time,” he sang softly as he lathered up his face. Creed wasn’t going to belt and rock out when he was going to get his face this close to a sharp object. He wanted to be presentable and that meant avoiding a knick on his face. Finishing up his last bit he put down his razor and turned on the water so he could rinse the rest of the shaving cream off of his face. It was when he looked up at himself in the mirror there was a person behind him. His mood went from excited to panic in a second. Creed spun around in the calculated attempt to knock the person back into the shower curtain but before he could he found a hard arm around him and a stiff hand at his mouth with a white cloth. The more he fought the harder his attacker constricted around him. Creed felt like this could compare to what a boa constrictor did to its meals.
He forced his weight back on his attacker and shoved the both of them back into the bathtub but it was too late for him. The world became hazy and Creed just noticed it was one of his own washcloths that was being used on him and a dirty one at that. He thought his attacker was a lazy bastard not bringing all his own equipment. His vision faded and he could feel his body become light. The last conscious thought that flickered through his mind was ‘At least I have my knickers on’.