Bad idea

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:26 pm

I just couldn't contain myself! Here's another one, hot off the press!

“This is a BAD idea! This is a VERY BAD idea! And I DON’T LIKE IT!” She kept telling herself, as she kept on sneaking further and further, into the building. She had seen the boys go in here, hadn’t she? Somehow, they seemed to have vanished into thin air! She had looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found! “Damn them!” she thought. “Wait till I get my hands on them!”

Suddenly, she found herself unable to move her arms or see anything. Not that it had been much of anything to see, to begin with. A sack had been thrown over her head, and a rope securely tied around her waist. She heard the mumbling voices of boys all around her, and she was dragged off somewhere.
“Where’d they come from?” she asked herself. One minute she was alone in what seemed to be a deserted house, the next she was captured by some snot-nosed brats, and dragged away to God knew where. She could have kicked herself, for letting down her guard like that. ‘Always be wary. You can never know what awaits you.’ was among the first things her mentor had taught her, all those years ago.
Eventually, the pushing and shoving stopped, and the sack was taken off. She opened her mouth to speak her mind; about kids in general and these in particular. Instead, someone shoved something in it, taping it in place. Her wrists were tied together behind he back, and her ankles were tied together. A boy, whom she vaguely knew, stepped into her field of vision. He was dressed in a pair of old jeans, the legs cut off at the knees, and an old, unbleached shirt. On his feet were sneakers, but no socks.

“So,” he said, in a sad, tired sort of a voice. “You just couldn’t leave us alone, now could you? You just HAD to put your nose in where it didn’t belong. Now, look where your nosiness got you! I hope you understand; we can’t very well let you leave, without finding out how much you know, right?”

She was dragged away to a post in the middle of the room. He hands were temporarily released, and two of the six boys in the room held her firmly against it. Her skirt was ripped off by a third one, whom also tied her hands back together, this time behind the post. Her feet were secured to it, on either side. Lastly, whatever had been in her mouth was taken out, and she was given a sip of water.
“No matter what you do; you can never make me talk!” she said, way more defiantly than she actually felt. No way was she going to let them know, she was scared!
Suddenly, someone (probably the gang-leader) pulled her t-shirt up over her face. Then, the torture began! Slowly at first, but steadily faster and faster, feathers and fingers were dragged all over her sides and stomach. After a while, the “instruments of torture” began working their way down her body to her ankles, only to come back up again. This happened several times, until she laughed so hard, she actually hollered and cried, at the same time.
Every now and then, the torture stopped, and someone asked her what she knew and what she had seen and heard, since entering the building. Answering truthfully, she said she didn’t know anything about anything, and that she’d neither seen, nor heard, anything, up until the moment of capture.

After what seemed to have been an eternity of tickling, she felt the ropes holding her to the post slacken, but taken off. She had just started trying to get free, when a handful of ice was shoved down her underpants. That, of course, made her scream even louder.

She eventually managed to get loose, by which time the boys were long gone. “Next time! Next time, I’ll get you, dear brother!” she thought. The summer- vacation had only just started, so there was plenty of time for revenge!
Whazzzz up!.