In her room
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Your trapped with a girl who plans to use you like a toy until she grows bored. Although she says she’ll return you home when she’s done with you, that could take days, weeks or months. You don’t want to be this girls pet for even a day. It’s degrading and humiliating to be treated like an object and that’s exactly what she’s doing. She ignores the horrified look on your face and smiles down at you cheerfully. You’re pulled away from her face and you begin to study your surroundings. You seem to be in a living room, judging by the couch and TV you see. If you had to guess, you’d bet money that this was Sandra’s house and this was her living room. Great, if you were still outside you might have had some chance of being spotted by someone you know and trust. The chances of anyone walking into Sandra’s house and helping you are pretty slim.
Sandra begins moving and you wobble on her palm as she walks. You leave the living room and come to a staircase. This doesn’t sit well with you, if you have to escape, getting down these stairs is going to be a long and arduous task. Sandra heads up the stars and you struggle to stand up on her hand as she takes each step. You give up on staying on your two feet and fall back onto your butt. You sit there and sulk as Sandra gets upstairs and walks down the hall. So far, Sandra treats you very unsympathetically and uncaringly, although not out right cruel, she has shown little respect to your thoughts or opinions. With that attitude, she could commit a lot of heinous acts against you without being held back by morals or a conscious. You remind yourself by looking at her unmindful face that you’ll be on thin ice with Sandra and need to do what she says until you can come up with a way to escape.
Sandra stops at a door at the end of the hall. Her other hand turns the doorknob and you both enter. It takes only a moment to figure out that this must be Sandra’s room. There are posters all over the room with pictures of famous musicians and celebrities. A desk stands in the corner of the room, with a brand new computer sitting idly there. A large waterbed is positioned in the middle of the room, capable of holding tree people. This doesn’t strike you as odd because you can certainly see Sandra inviting more then one person to sleep in there with. You groan at spotting a bathroom connected to the room. Now, if she ever accidentally kills you, she can flush you down the toilet without even having to leave her room.
Stalking to her bed, Sandra jumps onto her bed and you go flying from her palm. You hover in midair for a moment before falling back to earth. Air speeds by as you fall, closing your eyes, you hope you land on the waterbed or this will be a painful landing. You land on something soft and squishy, breaking your fall and leaving you unhurt. You let out a sigh of relief at landing on the waterbed, but the look down and see something that although soft, is not filled with water.
“I told you we would have fun,” Sandra said animated. Her chest broke your fall and you’re seated on her left breast. You look at her face as you sit up on her chest, her tongue comes out and runs across her lips. Her hand reaches for you, picking you up easily and bringing you back to her face. You’re paralyzed under her hungry eyes, all you can think of is to stay come and wait for a chance to escape.
Sandra begins moving and you wobble on her palm as she walks. You leave the living room and come to a staircase. This doesn’t sit well with you, if you have to escape, getting down these stairs is going to be a long and arduous task. Sandra heads up the stars and you struggle to stand up on her hand as she takes each step. You give up on staying on your two feet and fall back onto your butt. You sit there and sulk as Sandra gets upstairs and walks down the hall. So far, Sandra treats you very unsympathetically and uncaringly, although not out right cruel, she has shown little respect to your thoughts or opinions. With that attitude, she could commit a lot of heinous acts against you without being held back by morals or a conscious. You remind yourself by looking at her unmindful face that you’ll be on thin ice with Sandra and need to do what she says until you can come up with a way to escape.
Sandra stops at a door at the end of the hall. Her other hand turns the doorknob and you both enter. It takes only a moment to figure out that this must be Sandra’s room. There are posters all over the room with pictures of famous musicians and celebrities. A desk stands in the corner of the room, with a brand new computer sitting idly there. A large waterbed is positioned in the middle of the room, capable of holding tree people. This doesn’t strike you as odd because you can certainly see Sandra inviting more then one person to sleep in there with. You groan at spotting a bathroom connected to the room. Now, if she ever accidentally kills you, she can flush you down the toilet without even having to leave her room.
Stalking to her bed, Sandra jumps onto her bed and you go flying from her palm. You hover in midair for a moment before falling back to earth. Air speeds by as you fall, closing your eyes, you hope you land on the waterbed or this will be a painful landing. You land on something soft and squishy, breaking your fall and leaving you unhurt. You let out a sigh of relief at landing on the waterbed, but the look down and see something that although soft, is not filled with water.
“I told you we would have fun,” Sandra said animated. Her chest broke your fall and you’re seated on her left breast. You look at her face as you sit up on her chest, her tongue comes out and runs across her lips. Her hand reaches for you, picking you up easily and bringing you back to her face. You’re paralyzed under her hungry eyes, all you can think of is to stay come and wait for a chance to escape.
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