The Curse

You look deep into their eyes and see wicked intent, but their acts are more playful rather than for punishment. Cold smiles spread across each of their faces. Two remain holding down your shoulders whilst the rest, rest their hands on your body. One girl with a plait places her palms on each of your shins. Another with blonde, wavy hair, just longer than her shoulders, leans on your stomach and crotch. She winks at you and gives gives you an encouraging smile. You try and respond in the nicest way you could in your situation and raise an eyebrow. Finally, the long-haired brunette, who you annoyed previously, gently strokes your cheeks, but finally settles.

They all look at one another and then the brunette nods, signaling something. They begin to whisper, passing a message around like a game of 'Chinese Whispers'. They are distracted. This maybe a chance to escape. Well...?