Page 77 of All You Want
She’s so desperate, the pee’s already dribbling, and she partially misses the bucket and wets her boots.
I snicker and shake my head. “Looks like I’m going to have to clean you up, Missy.”
“No, don’t touch me.” She staggers back, but her feet are tangled in her pants, and she collapses onto the ground and curls up in a fetal position.
“You want to eat or not?” I pull off a baby wipe from the canister and carefully wipe her sweet butt clean.
She endures the cold wipe by gritting her teeth, but once I pull on her panties and pants, tie it up and sit her onto the cold stone slab, she opens her mouth and complains. “This isn’t right. You’re not going to get away with it.”
“I’m entertaining you to the fullest. Think of the stories you can tell your friends about the night you spent underneath the Haunted Hotel of Horrors.”
“You’re going to be in big trouble. I swear. I know who you are.”
“How? When you can’t see my face?” I tug the Scream Ghoul mask I’m wearing. I’m not stupid. I take precautions and wear a different mask every time I come to visit her.
“I can hear your voice,” she says. “I’m really good at voice recognition.”
“And you’re stupid enough not to lie?” I wave the Bigfoot glove she had with her. “If you’re smart, you’ll blame it on him.”
A sly expression crosses her face as she considers my offer. “You’ll let me go without hurting me?”
“Have I hurt you?”
“I’m freezing and dirty. The floor is hard.”
“I can bring in a mattress if you’re nice. Would you want that?”
She nods eagerly. “All I have to do is tell them Bigfoot took me, right?”
“Yes, that’s all you have to do.”
“What’s in it for you? What do you get out of this?”
“You’re going to help me get Tami.”
“She’s my friend. She’s probably worried about me. I don’t see how I would help you. You’re going to be in so much trouble. I’m sure the police are looking for me.”
“You know, for a pretty face you’re pretty stupid?” I give her covered butt a slap and yank her to her feet. “But you do have a point. Give me the passcode to your cell phone.”
“Not unless you untie my hands.”
Does she think she has leverage to bargain?
I fiddle through her clothes and extract her cell phone. The screen is locked but shows multiple text messages were received.
“Passcode,” I order and put the phone facing her in case she has facial recognition.
Sure enough, the phone unlocks, and I yank it away from her in time for me to read her text messages. Seems her friends are wondering if they should call the police since they haven’t heard from her.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet? Tami’s worried about you.” I tap a reply to Tami. “I’ll tell her you’re too busy to get out of bed.”
I tap out a reply to that effect, and Tami responds asking if Foxy will be meeting her for trick or treating and if she needs anything.
I’m doing great. See you tonight, I text back, and it’s the truth. I’m going to pay that Puffy Puss back for everything she’s done to me.
I open the camera app on the phone and point it at Foxy. “Tami will see how happy you are as my prisoner. Wait, wait. Let me feed you some pancakes and eggs. Tami will see how well I treat my women. She’ll be happy to trade places with you. Oh, yes, she will. You want a mattress? Then smile. That’s a girl. Smile big. Say cheese.”
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