This choice: Trapped beneath Ashton's armpit • Go Back...Chapter #5Waking after armpit hell by: Small1   You get to your feet and then wrap each of your small hands around the thick metal bars at the front of the cage.
"What am I doing in here?" You wonder.
You look outside the cage and see a huge bed with rumpled sheets and covers. Your cage is on a dresser, and just outside the bars you can see towering bottles of cologne.
Everything that you had hoped was simply a bad dream comes rushing back in a torrent of clarity. You've shrunk and are now being held captive by a Hollywood celebrity...
Ashton Kutcher suddenly appears in the room, a toothbrush hanging awkwardly out of the corner of his mouth.
"Morning, little guy," he manages to mumble as he continues to scrub his teeth.
He ducks out of your range of view, but you hear him spit and then the sound of running water.
Suddenly, he is back, standing in front of the dresser and your cage, wearing only a thick linen towel wrapped around his waist. He quickly applies some deodorant beneath his armpits, which provokes another intense flashback.
You remember struggling, trapped in the hot, humid pit, your arms tangled in the sweaty hairs, as you tried to gasp for air.
He kept you in the pit for a torturous amount of time, and then only momentarily released you to switch you to the other pit, which, if such a thing would even be possible, smelled even ranker.
As the young actor notices you watching, he grins. "Yeah, you know this deodorant isn't going to last long, but I try."
It's all true. You back away from the front of the cage.
"How...how did I get in here?" You squeak up at the masterful titan.
His whole face gets into the act as he laughs loudly. "Well, after I transferred you to my other pit, you passed out."
Your mind reels as you absorb the information.
"I thought you were a goner," Ashton continued.
Then, he explains that he brought you back to his home and found this "little" cage. "I figured you'd recover after some rest," he says with that winning grin. "So, how do you feel, little guy?"
You edge to the front of the cage again. "Look, you can't keep me here like this," you try to persuade him. "It's not right."
He laughs. "You prefer being squeezed beneath my armpit?"
"No!" You back away. "But you can't just keep me caged like some pet!"
"But that's what you are now, so might as well get used to it," he says. "I paid a lot of money for you, and I always get my money's worth."
"But..."
"Besides, you haven't met my friends yet."
You swallow hard. "Friends?" The word sounds so squeaky when you utter it.
He just grins and rattles the bars of your cage by sliding a wide fingertip along them as he tells you two of his Hollywood buddies, Seann William Scott and Wentworth Miller, are on their way.
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