Two Flies Over Grey Velvet (M/FF)

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Two Flies Over Grey Velvet (M/FF)

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“Hold on a second, don’t be so impatient!” – As Nana meticulously inserted the tape into the VCR, a series of rattling noises and hisses emitted from the device, signalling the initiation of the playback process. The small door of the VCR closed with a definitive click, causing the screen of the cathode ray television to turn a deep shade of blue. As the static cleared, a fuzzy image appeared on the screen, its date and time stamped in digital letters in the rightmost corner.

Nana and her companion Bonnie sat cross-legged on the floor, their faces dimly illuminated by the cerulean glow emanating from the screen. The fuzzy video depicted the interior of an unfinished construction, specifically a house with no furniture and torn-down door frames. In conjunction with the shifting shadows and light, the washed-out colours of the tape made the details difficult to discern, and the picture eventually turned into a blanket of grey grain. However, the silhouette of Nana crouching and fiddling with a piece of paper on the ground was clear as day, with a set of frameless windows in the background defining her shadow on the cobbled floor. The tape came to an end with a few frames showcasing the house from the exterior.

"You dumb nuts, what happened to the audio?" –  Nana exclaimed, turning her head to Bonnie in search of a response. "If we want to sell these tapes and create something of worth, people need to hear the comments we make." – The blue-haired girl seemed perturbed by this hindrance, but they were both rather satisfied with the results of their first attempt. Inspired by commercials for a television show, Nana and Bonnie had decided to start their own series of homemade videos about abandoned buildings, which they had coined "Urban Exploring." The videotape displayed on their television screens was the result of their first attempt at investigating an unfinished set of houses with scarcely any mystery to them.
Stretching her body, Bonnie removed the tape and placed it next to the camcorder they had been using. "Fine, we'll buy a cheap microphone. Who would even be interested in these videos anyway?" Bonnie inquired, rather sceptical of her friend's initiative. But she was determined to prove herself as a filmmaker, and this seemed to be the ideal starting point.

The following morning, Nana and Bonnie set out on their bicycles, traversing a network of winding mountain roads. Surrounded by towering pine trees, they rocked their way to the outskirts of the residential area, where the skyline of mountains in the distance was dominated by a Biblical body of rain. As they pedalled their way towards the outskirts of the residential area, the skyline was dominated by a biblical deluge of rain. In an effort to outrun the impending downpour, the duo increased their pace, traversing the tarmac in search of shelter.

As the first specs of rain began to pour, Nana's keen gaze alighted upon a secluded structure that had been reclaimed by nature. They quickly parked their bikes on the hard shoulder and fixated their gaze upon the partially obscured construction. "Let's take a look.” – Nana proposed, meeting no opposition from her companion. With a firm grip on their bikes, the pair navigated over the railing and paused to survey their surroundings. A gritty rugged path lay ahead of them, and Bonnie gestured towards it with her index finger as they set out to follow it. Along the way, they had to crouch to avoid the overhanging brambles, and the foliage became so dense that it seemed almost impassable. After a tedious journey, an opening in the brambles finally revealed the dilapidated structure before them. The disposition of the building was unusual, with a series of cottage-like structures lined up next to each other at varying levels, interlaced with larger, more open spaces that had been reclaimed by nature. Moss and ivy had begun to form along the cracked edges of the concrete, the paint was missing in many areas, and the remaining colours had faded significantly.

It was clear that the structure had been neglected for years and left to deteriorate in the harsh weather. The property's boundaries were defined by a fence that stretched as far as the eye could see, with an ominous warning sign that read "NO ENTRY”. But even this sign had been reclaimed by nature, to the point that it was barely legible. As the light drizzle turned into an apocalyptic downpour, Nana and Bonnie sought shelter. To their left, a section of the tall fence had collapsed, allowing them to trespass with their bikes without hindrance.

Sheltered from the inclement weather, Nana and Bonnie caught their breath and took a closer look at their surroundings. Behind them, a "Hotel" sign lay on the ground, the glass in the letters shattered but the silhouette of the letters was still perfectly readable. Even from their position, they could discern the unusual layout of the indoor spaces closer to the road, unlike anything they had seen before, even in a summer house. The perfect opportunity was presented right before their eyes.

With a mutual agreement, Nana and Bonnie departed from the derelict property and embarked upon their journey home to change into dry clothing. The rain had abated sufficiently for the duo to retrace their steps along the muddy path, traversing the damp tarmac as they made their way back to the residential area.


LATER THAT AFTERNOON…


The duo began preparing their equipment for their excursion, carefully packing the camcorder and the microphone they had recently acquired from a local store. They meticulously packed a canvas bag with all the necessary items for their journey: a first aid kit, the camcorder and microphone, two blank videocassettes, a pair of flashlights, a roll of electrical tape to secure the microphone to the camera, and chains for their bikes. Under the blanket of an overcast sky, Nana and Bonnie rode their bikes along the mountainous road. As they journeyed, they speculated about the history of the building, pondering upon the reasons for its abandonment and the identity of its previous owners. A sense of adventure grew within them as they navigated the rugged path, carrying their bikes and their hopes of uncovering the mysteries that surrounded the property. As they descended from the path ahead, carrying the duffle bag between them, the piercing sound of passing cars was replaced by an eerie silence. Leaves rustled as Nana and Bonnie treaded along the brambles, with pine trees swaying in the wind enveloped by a fine mist. Dry hedges hindered their path through the thick foliage, their gentle swishing sound entwining with the chirping of birds in the distance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Nana gestured to her companion, leading the duo to the collapsed section of the fence. They parked their bikes along one of the decrepit entrances to the abandoned structure. Nana secured her bike to the fence with the chain she had brought, and Bonnie unzipped the duffle bag and began assembling the camcorder. She affixed the microphone to the camera using strips of black electrical tape and connected the cables to the camera's inputs.

“Let’s hope the camera doesn’t die this time.” – Nana said, turning her head towards the entrance of the hotel.

“Don’t worry. I’ve put new batteries in it, so we should be good.” – Bonnie reassured her colleague.

With the flick of a switch, Bonnie opens the visor and the camcorder turns on.

“Ready?” – she whispers

Nana nods her head gently, and her eyes glow in adventurous excitement. The red light starts blinking, and Bonnie beckons his colleague to start talking.

“Welcome to the first episode of ‘Urban Navigation’, the show where we will explore abandoned buildings in an attempt to unearth their secrets.” – Nana spoke softly, her words echoing across the decrepit walls of the entrance. “Today’s instalment brings us to an abandoned hotel, in a far-flung area.”

Bonnie lowered her head, her gaze focused on the small screen of the camcorder. Her face was dimly illuminated by a bluish glow as she held the camera as steadily as her slender arms would allow, centring the image on Nana. Following closely behind, Bonnie recorded as Nana walked towards one of the hallways within the building. Each step caused the deteriorated wooden floorboards to creak ominously, the echoes reverberating through the damp walls that comprised the neglected structure.

As they ventured deeper into the building the duo became enveloped in inky darkness, and a frigid gust of wind swept through their bodies. Bonnie paused the recording for a few seconds, reaching into the duffle bag to retrieve both flashlights. She tossed one to Nana as she led the way, holding the camcorder in one hand and the flashlight in the other. Bonnie resumed recording as she captured panning shots of what once was a grand ballroom. The dusty remains of a chandelier still hung haphazardly from the ceiling, and tables and chairs cast long shadows on the wooden floor. The bar top is filled with shards of shattered glass over the dust, Nana takes notice of a few candles of an almost anachronistic nature, eerily out of place. The further they venture into the entrails of the structure, the stuffier the atmosphere becomes.

The scent of wood drenched in rainwater fills their nostrils, the paint was peeling off the stained walls, letting an unpleasant mouldy fragrance into the air. Such was the silence that surrounded them that the echo of pattering water dripping from the ceiling was perfectly audible. Outside, swirling mists surround the hotel like vales, almost as if the wraiths of ancient times were reclaiming the soil they once surveyed. The duo thought about the wasted potential of the once-grand hotel. They tried picturing the days when it was a thriving business, guests filling the halls and the sounds of laughter and chatter echoing through the rooms. But now, it was nothing more than a shadow of its former self, left to rot and decay in the middle of nowhere. Nana and Bonnie couldn't help but wonder how it had come to this, who had let it fall into such disrepair and why it had been abandoned. Nana and Bonnie carefully climbed a wooden flight of stairs, in a similar fashion decay was creeping into the upper floors and around the lower floor’s shattered window panes. As they set foot carefully on the upper levels, the pungent smell of rotting wood, dampness and dust reached dizzying levels of foulness. But they prevailed.

By this point, Nana was barely providing any insightful comments, all her attention had shifted to their careful steps. In some sections, the wood creaked so loudly that they thought the entire floor would come crumbling down. The layout of the upper floor was defined by a spacious hallway harbouring rooms to either side. Grey sunlight crept through the frameless windows, eerily illuminating the corridor ahead of them. Each room was a carbon copy of the last –– all that was left inside was a table, a wooden chair and beds; some with mouldy mattresses, others without them, showing the rusted bed frames. The views from each window were obstructed by pine trees towering majestically in front of the facade. Bonnie pointed the camera at each room, capturing as much detail as possible. When Nana tried opening one of the closets, Bonnie almost had to push her away. The stained walls of the corridor, like most sections of the enclosure, had been vandalised with unintelligible graffiti which Bonnie framed masterfully with the camera.
Halfway across the hallway, Nana’s eyes opened wide…

“What?” – Bonnie enquired quizzically, trying to keep her voice down.

“Shush!” – Nana replied, holding her index finger to her lips and prompting her companion to silence her thoughts.

They both listened carefully. Nothing was amiss for a second until suddenly, the sound of footsteps creaking the wooden floor downstairs pierced the crystal silence. Petrified by fear, Bonnie pointed the camera to the floor, as both she and her partner froze. Cold sweat began dripping down Nana’s forehead, the footsteps were slow in pace but constant, with almost metronomic accuracy. Nana pointed to one of the rooms, and the pair trod carefully entering it. The ominous sound was coming from downstairs, but as they heard the footsteps getting closer, climbing the flight of stairs, Nana and Bonnie started panicking. While the ordeal lasted, the camera kept recording every single second. Nana and Bonnie fused into a nervous embrace, crouching on the floor and fearing for the worst.

The thumping sound of footsteps was getting clearer with each step. Finally, out of the shadows, the girls were startled by the sudden emergence of a rough-hewn individual. The man, clearly a lumberjack by trade, was dressed in flannel and wielded a lantern.

“There you are you little snoops. I saw your bikes outside, what the hell are you doing here?” – the man spoke with a raspy authoritative voice that was highly unwelcoming given their situation.

Nana gulped as she met the man’s gaze, he was significantly taller than them, and the ragged features of his face full of stubble were somewhat menacing.

“We were just making a film, see?” – Nana responded, pointing to the camcorder in Bonnie’s hand.

“Like hell you were.” – the man closed the distance between him and the duo, snatching the camera from Bonnie’s hand in one swift motion. He held the contraption as if it were technology from an alien civilisation, looking at the camera’s visor with interest. It was at this moment that he noticed the black canvas bag behind Nana.

“What have you got there?” – the man pointed his finger to the canvas bag.

Nana immediately handed it, and the man unzipped it open. Suspicious that the duo’s intentions were disingenuous, and that they were perhaps robbing whatever was left of worth in the derelict structure, the man started fiddling with the bag checking its contents. One by one, the items were scattered along the floor, falling in front of the petrified couple. The roll of electrical tape fell in front of the man’s feet, prompting a gleeful grin on his face.

“This ain’t no filming location, this is private property and you are trespassing. But don’t worry, I’m not going to call the police, I have a better idea…”

Far from comforting, his ominous words made their faces pale with uncertainty. Nana and Bonnie clutched each other, slowly pushing their backs against the wall. In one swift motion, the man crouched and grabbed the roll of black electrical tape from the wooden floor. He closed the distance between them, and pointed to Bonnie:

“You, Miss blue hair. Get up.”

Nana rose from the floor, her arms parted ways with Bonnie and their gazes met one last time in terror. Complying with the man's command, Nana left whatever she had on her hands and stood before him. Their difference in height was made even more obvious, as the man gestured for Nana to turn around and present her hands behind her back. With a swift motion, the man scraped his fingernails against the surface of the roll of tape, searching for a tear in the adhesive.

A ripping sound pierced Nana's ears as the tape began to feed from its spool, bringing the roll closer to her wrist. The man began to tie Nana's hands together behind her back, with each turn the tape stretched, bringing the soft skin of her wrists closer together until they were tethered securely against each other. A look of despair formed on Nana's face, as she initially tested the strength of her bonds, only to find that they were not coming undone anytime soon.

Similarly, the man gestured for Bonnie to get up from the floor and turn around. Nana was shoved against the wall, allowing space for the man to bind Bonnie's wrists together. The tape unspooled with unmatched dexterity, clinging to the edges of Bonnie's silky skin and tightening her limbs together. Just as the man finished tying Bonnie's wrists, Nana launched herself off the wall, and with all her might, landed a solid kick in the man's groin. The man let out a piercing shriek of pain, and in the chaos, Nana made a break for the door, prompting Bonnie to follow her. It took the man a few seconds to compose himself, as he extended his arm towards Bonnie and grabbed her by the arm. Nana rushed through the darkness of the corridor, her urgent footsteps left splinters behind and the wood creaked loudly.

“Don’t you even dare make a move.” – the man turns his face to Bonnie menacingly and proceeds to chase Nana.

A glance at the corridor allows him to see the silhouette of Nana fading in the darkness, the man follows in her footsteps. But just as the blue-haired girl was inches away from reaching the flight of stairs, she trips on a wooden plank and falls ungracefully to the ground, scraping her knee just above her tube sock. The man sees his moment, with Nana lying on the floor with her hands behind her back, she picks the girl and carries her back to the room over her shoulders. Along the way, Nana flops her feet in the air, trying to get rid of her captor, but he carries her with unmatched ease. Her struggles were no match for the man’s strength, soon Nana joins her colleague in captivity…

“I’ve had just enough of you snoops.” – the man exclaims, decisively reaching for the roll of tape on the floor once again.

The lumberjack, observing the duo's persistent efforts to break free and make noise, decided to take further measures to silence them. He approached one of the girls, Nana, and proceeded to remove one of her socks with a rough and swift motion revealing her blue pedicure.

“Wha- what are you doing with those…” – Nana hisses and stammers while she thrusts against her bonds.

Without hesitation, he proceeded to stuff the sock into her mouth, effectively muffling her cries for help. He then took the roll of electrical tape and began to wrap it around her head, covering her mouth and securing the sock in place.

“No, don’t even think a-gghhhhmmm…” – their captor forcibly inserted one of Nana’s socks deep inside her mouth, her eyes open wide in disgust as she chews down on the garment.

In a manner not too dissimilar, but opposing much less resistance than her colleague, Bonnie receives a mouthful of her socks as well. The soft fabric is held between her teeth, as the man feeds more tape he seals Bonnie’s lips together concealing her socks behind the black material. Shocked and mortified by the pungent acrid taste of her undergarments, Nana struggles violently, wiggling her body like a serpent against her colleague. With plenty of electrical tape still unused, Bonnie’s lips are sealed. First defining the shape of a cleave between her lips, and finally fusing into a wall of black sticky tape that pushes the socks deeper inside her mouth.

Their captor chuckles devilishly, still gleefully grinning at the events unfolding. He brings their bound bodies back to back and begins using the remainder of the tape to bind them together by the chest. He begins feeding the tape over Nana’s breasts, meeting Bonnie in the back and bringing the roll around for a second pass under their bosoms. Their backs are pressed together, the tape accentuates the features of their upper bodies as they come to terms with the extent of their predicament. Nana and Bonnie wiggle in synchrony, responding to each other’s struggles and occasionally letting out muffled grunts. With what was left of the tape, the man binds Nana’s ankles along with Bonnie’s, tossing the used roll to the floor. Nana gives their captor a defiant look that earns her a comeuppance. With both of his hands, the man holds Nana’s shirt, ripping it in one swift motion. The buttons bounce off the floor, and to Nana’s horror, her plump breasts become exposed, prompting a vocal response that cuts through the ears of her oblivious partner.

“MMMMMPGHHHHGG, MMMPHHHH, MGGGMMHG! MMHGGHG…” – muffled complaints blurted out of Nana’s gagged lips, loudly and violently writhing against the tape that secured them.

“That should do, enjoy yourselves girls, I’ll be back when you’ve learnt your lesson…” – the man said ominously, pointing the camera at the struggling girls for a few seconds that felt like an eternity.


Nana and Bonnie were left to observe in helplessness as the silhouette of their captor disappeared into the shadows of the dilapidated structure. The silence that ensued was soon interrupted by a unified muffled groan from the pair. Their proximity to one another hindered their efforts to break free from their bindings, with no slack in the tape to work with, their attempts proved futile. Bonnie stomped her feet against the wooden floor, while Nana's face turned red with frustration. The unpleasant taste of Nana's socks, stuffed inside their mouths and secured with electrical tape, made spitting them out impossible.

They both attempted to vocalize their distress through muffled cries and screams, their voices barely audible through the layers of fabric and tape covering their mouths. With the sock stuffed in her mouth, Nana tried to force out any sound that could be understood as a call for help, her eyes wide open in desperation. Bonnie, similarly gagged, tried to make her distress known by making high-pitched sounds that came out as muffled screams. Despite their efforts, their cries for help were barely audible, and it was unlikely that anyone would be able to hear them in such desolation.

The two were consumed by their dire predicament and devoted all their energy to breaking free. Time passed with no progress, save for slight stretches in the tape. Nana frantically flailed her legs, shifting her weight between her left and right limb, until finally, the restraints on her ankles came loose. Without the ability to communicate or ascertain if Bonnie had made any progress, Nana attempted to scrape the tape off Bonnie's wrists with her fingernails. After many attempts, she was finally able to find a tear in Bonnie's restraints and worked diligently to free her. She struggled to gain a firm grip at first, but after the tape started sticking to her palm, Nana was able to stretch it within the small space separating each other. Focusing all her efforts, Nana manages to stretch the tape enough for Bonnie to free one of her hands. The slack was now enough for Bonnie to wriggle both her wrists free. The duo groaned and whispered against their gags, but this time out of joy. Bonnie stretched her aching arms before bringing her hands to her legs, undoing her ankle restraints.

Once the tape had separated, Bonnie’s legs were free, meaning she was now only tethered to her colleague by a long strip of black electrical tape. The blonde girl brought the palm of her hands to her cheeks and started feeling around the seemingly endless strips of tape wrapped around her head. With all her might, she began unspooling the tape from itself, arduously undoing the gag. After what felt like an eternity, her lips became unsealed, and Bonnie spit the acrid socks into the dusty floorboards.

“Hold on Nana, I’m gonna get us out of here.” – The blonde whispered, wary that the lumberjack would perhaps still be on the premises, and reassured her helpless colleague.

Nana responded vaguely, with a nod of her head. As Bonnie reached for her friend’s wrists Nana’s struggles ceased, she felt the strain of her arms diminishing while getting loose. Nana broke free of her wrist restraints and quickly removed her gag. Her own socks came off her mouth with a sigh of relief, followed by an unhinged stream of profanity that blurted out of her mouth. Bonnie finally cut Nana’s ankles restraints, and her colleague reached for the boots the lumberjack had removed.

Their minds raced with the thrill of the unknown dangers that may hinder their escape, they looked at each other without uttering a noise as if it were the result of a mutual agreement. Once Nana put her boots back on, she peeked into the hallway. Bonnie replicated her colleague’s actions looking out the window. The derelict structure was once again overcome by crystal silence, the coast was clear and the girls wasted no time in making their escape. Nana’s hand gestured for her friend to come with her, and Bonnie stopped to reach for the camera.

“There’s no time for that Bonnie, let’s just get out of here.” – Nana whispered with urgency

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway, seeping through the cracks in the walls and rattling the structure’s core foundation. The floorboards creaked, and glass shattered with the energy of their footsteps, they made a frantic rush for the flight of stairs leading them down to the exit. The duo, having narrowly escaped the clutches of the unfriendly lumberjack, were now faced with the task of making their way out of the abandoned property. Their limbs were weary from their struggles, and their hearts were pounding with the adrenaline of their escape. With a newfound sense of freedom, they exchanged a silent agreement before making a hasty exit from the decrepit building. Upon reaching the exterior of the structure, Nana and Bonnie were relieved to find that their bikes were still parked where they had left them. Without hesitation, they mounted their bikes and began pedalling as fast as their weary legs would allow, the ominous bellow of the lumberjack still ringing in their ears as they made their escape. As they navigated the dense foliage leading away from the abandoned property, Nana and Bonnie were exhausted and drained, but they managed to escape unharmed. The adrenaline of their escape slowly dissipated as they reached the hard shoulder of the mountain road.

Exhausted and drained from their harrowing ordeal, Nana and Bonnie pedalled, traversing the winding mountain roads.

“I can’t make it Bonnie, we’re too far.” – Nana’s voice weakened as she parked the bike on the side of the road.

“We don’t have much time left, the sun is setting.” – Bonnie responded, pausing to aid her friend.


Their legs had begun failing them and having left all their valuables behind, and with no water to drink, Nana and Bonnie agreed to seek assistance from a passerby. They parked their bicycles on the shoulder of the road and, hoping to find a ride, extended their thumbs to oncoming vehicles. As the minutes passed and daylight began to fade, their prospects of finding a ride appeared to be dwindling. However, just as their spirits began to wane, a young woman driving a station wagon pulled over and offered the duo a ride. The girls gratefully accepted the offer and placed their bicycles in the trunk of the vehicle. As they settled into their seats, the driver, who was kind and amicable, asked if they would like to change the radio station and even offered them refreshments.

“Where would you like me to drop you guys off?” – The driver inquired, her gaze focused on the obscured road ahead.

“The residential are a few miles away, it’s the next exit.” – Nana responded, turning her head wearily to her friend.


As the car travelled along the winding roads, the driver cast occasional glances at Nana and Bonnie, sensing that something was amiss.

“You guys seem a bit shaken, where have you been?” – The driver inquired as she turned off the radio.

The driver paused, and silence dominated the interior of the vehicle. She averted her gaze from the road ahead and turned to Nana, her expression momentarily shifting to one of concern. Bonnie, seated in the back, also waited for Nana to respond, her gaze fixed on her colleague. Mustering her composure, Nana began explaining the situation to the driver.

“We got into a little bit of trouble…” – Nana said somewhat ashamed

The driver listened attentively, letting out an innocent chuckle in an attempt to alleviate the tension and lighten the mood. She then turned to Nana and offered reassurance, her tone of voice calm and collected.

“What kind of trouble? Just so you know guys, I’m neither a snitch nor a police officer. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve got myself into trouble…”

Nana paused, musing a thought. She scrutinised the woman behind the steering wheel and, after careful observation, deduced that the driver was likely several years older than themselves.

“Well, you see uhm… We saw this abandoned structure which sparked our curiosity, and we went to investigate. We even brought a camera to film ourselves. Anyway, the fact of the matter is that the owner showed up, and he wasn’t too pleased with our presence…”

Oh did you? Well, I can see why he was upset. But after all, if the place was abandoned there was no way you could have known the owner was around…”

“Exactly, I mean if we had known about it we would have just stayed away from it. We didn’t want to rob, vandalise the place, or anything like that.”

“I understand, heck I used to do that with my friends when I was younger too, especially around this area. Where did you guys go then?”

“We saw this weird structure, with like, cottages lined one after the other. It’s right next to the road actually.”

“The abandoned hotel?” – The driver inquired, quizzically.

“Yes! That’s it.”


The driver briefly averted her gaze from the road ahead, directing her attention towards Nana. She met Nana's gaze for a moment of silence, before returning her focus to the road ahead.

“But the abandoned hotel was demolished decades ago, right after the death of its owner. I will never forget him; he was a bit rough and rude sometimes, but he was a very honest, hardworking lumberjack…”
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