Postby Theawsumistspeler » Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:33 pm
Chapter 16 The title for this chapter is every curse word under the sun.
Shit, was the word being silently screamed through every ounce of my being as Clara left the room. Sophia remained for, as Clara had put it, "make sure our little prisoner didn't do anything naughty while she was gone" , which meant that Sophia was now leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. In case you didn't understand my feelings I'll say it once more, absolutely shit.
We waited in a tense silence while Clara ran around up stair doing god knows what. Finally, after an eternity, she bounced down the stairs, happy as can be, and advanced on me with a pair of scissors.
Chapter 17 Safety scissors, my ass!
"What do you think your doing?" , I asked, my nervousness causing my voice to slip into a much higher register.
"Oh, these?" , asked Clara airily as she waved the scissors like a wand.
"No, the invisible scissors.", I replied as sarcastically as the situation allowed me to be.
"Ohhhhh, I am pretending I am a tailor today and I am helping you alter your clothes so they fit.", she proclaimed with a smile that was synonymous with that of a shark. I now noticed that Sofia had taken interest and now winked at me as I looked to her desperately, as if she was going to help. "So we should start with the shirt.", and without hesitation she deftly snipped away my shirt and left is hanging from the arms. In spite of myself I blushed at the thought of having two really cute, evil but cute, girls looking at my stomach because, unlike the majority of boys at my school, I was not blessed with a six pack. Instead I was cursed with a stomach that bulged no matter how many hours I spent on the treadmill.
My blushing stopped almost as soon as it started as Clara gasped, "Oh my gosh, I am soooo sorry! I ruined your shirt didn't I? Oh well, maybe we should just move on to the pants shouldn't we?", she said with guilt oozing from every over exaggerated word. Without me even saying a word of protest, and in a move that had clearly been rehearsed, Sophia, who had been edging around the room until she was behind me, rushed forward and kicked the chair to the side while at the same time jerking me upright and into a bear hug that kept me pinned against her.
Chapter 18 Photo, shoot!
"Now hold still or we might cut you by accident!" , Clara said as she came close to me. When she was about three feet away two thoughts made it through my white terror, squirm like hell, and at least Sophia smells like strawberries. Clara started to bend down but had second thoughts after I managed to get a leg free and kick the spot where her face had been occupying only seconds earlier.
"Hold him tight Sophie, he almost kicked me.", she didn't sound like she was scared of me escaping, more like she was annoyed that her prey had managed to hold her off. I remember that I tried to say something defiant like screw you, but thanks to a certain strawberry smelling girl that had me in a chokehold it sounded more like,
"Shoe yommmph!", Sophia tightened her hold to cut of the last word but I'm sure Clara got the message.
Clara raised one disinterested eyebrow and said, "Keep it up mister and we might just need to sow some holes shut.", the thinly veiled threat was enough to shake my last Remaining ounce of defiance and within seconds Sophia had regained control of me. A couple of ackward seconds passed during which I noticed that Sophia was sweating heavily, most people would have been disgusted to find another persons sweat sliding down their chest but for me it was a small victory. Sophia was tires which meant if I could suprise her then I might be able to escape. I also noticed that Clara was still completely uninterested in what was happening because she leaned up against the wall and picked her nails. Finally she seemed to notice that she had her best friend holding a half naked boy.