Ignoring your body warning signs turns out to be a bad idea, because you go from being lost in the pleasure of basking in Bea's giant flip flop to a blackout. And when you open your eyes, you realize how screwed you are.
The clock on the nightstand says 9:13 am, that's how long you were out for. Now you're normal size. You're naked, your limbs tied with duck tape in an amateur way, but still effective enough to restrain your movement and leave you in a very uncomfortable position. You're still in Bea's room, but she and her flip flops are nowhere to be seen which just makes it worse. Taking a quick look around you don't get any hints about Bea's whereabouts or about your fate. The room is still messy, which tells you Bea might be back soon but once she is back, what will happen?
You start squirming, picturing the worst case scenarios in your mind. Being tortured, being arrested, being exposed, being blackmailed.. Your life was over. Your eyes start tearing up with your mind overcome by regret, what were you even thinking? You and Bea weren't that close at all, even if she knew and taunted you about your stupid fetish, and now, for losing yourself in your perverted fantasies you ruined your life. Did you even like it? Now that you don't have the luxury of thinking with the wrong head you start to question yourself if your little kink is just a mental illness, if it makes you do things like this. That would be another scenario, being locked up in a mental institution where you can no longer bother anyone with your sick perversions.
The sound of the door opening interrupts your doomed thoughts. You do your best to stop sobbing and remain as quiet as possible as you watch your bully enter cautiously to her room, her eyes widening a bit in alert as her green eyes take a look at you and realize your finally awake. Her green eyes somehow giving you a sliver of hope, you can see the hatred and shock in Bea's expression but in your own scared state you aren't able to discern at all the proportions of each emotion. But you feel like you have seen her angrier than this a couple of times at school, or at least that's what you want to believe.
You also see she has her guard up and can't blame her at all, her body tense and seemingly waiting for you to say something. She is still wearing that yellow t-shirt, but her legs are now covered with a gray tracksuit and looking further down you see her toes, the white pedicure she teased you with just the night before and of course, the flip flops. The flip flops that towered over you a while ago, where you kissed the ground, drank in some of the sweat that Bea's feet would have already replaced.. Why were you still thinking about that?
"Well?" Bea said, apparently not noticing where your gaze ended up focusing. She sounded threatening but once again, it didn't sound like outright hatred for whatever reason. Maybe she was scared too, how couldn't she be?
"Bea.. I'm sorry.. I-" You try, not really knowing what to say. How could you explain any of this?
"How the fuck did you break in?" Bea interrupted you, gaining a bit of confidence after hearing you speak
"I.. I.. uh.." You keep stammering, fumbling what seemed to be a good opportunity to not have your life ruined. It was a good question, a great one in fact, but like everything else, something you can't really just explain.
"I.. I checked the doors, the windows, everything.. how the fuck did you break in? even if you had a key you couldn't just.. and where the fuck are your clothes? just..what the FUCK are you doing here?" Bea asked, getting angrier and louder with each question but also.. giving you a lifeline? In the doomed scenarios you imagined earlier, the police would already be here.
"Well.. I.. the thing is-" But you are still too scared to confess, a part of you feeling like confessing everything to Bea means having your life ruined too, and searching for some better alternative even if your arms and legs are exhausted of reminding you of your predicament.
"Don't give me any bullshit.. or I will do it" Bea interrupted you again, finally giving you the resolute look you expected. This is your last chance and you know it, better not fumble this one.
What happens next?