You lay on the ground, writhing in pain. Boiling hot water straight into your face is not a good feeling, but the pain subsides somewhat. Nursing your wounds, you look up. Suzy's glare pierces you like spears, and seemingly freeze you. For whatever reason, you cant seem to look away, or move a muscle. You could run, you want to run, but you cannot. You feel a sudden pressure around your body. Suzy grabbed you, without you even noticing her hand. She moves her hand, and holds you in front of her face. Her expression was one of anger, yet she had the faintest smirk. She squints her eyes, and squeezes her hand. "Yee-ahhh!" you yelp, her hand crushing your body. "Hnnggh-gahh!" you wheeze as squeezes the air out of you as you were catching your breath.
Suzy's teeth are clasped together, and she talks in an almost whispered yell, "Oh, Ant... you little insignificant thing. The things I could do to you, you tiny fuck." She loosens her grip, allowing you to take a breath.
"W-why are you doing this to me? I don't fucking under- gaaahh!" She squeezes her hand again.
"You don't understand? You know what you did, Ant. And you are going to pay for it, with your life if it comes to it." She grits her teeth as she finishes. You meet her gaze, still as angry. You wonder, what could I possibly have done to deserve this. What in the hell did I do to her that she would want to kill me for. As you continue searching her thoughts, you hear a female voice outside the bedroom.
"Hey, hon. Who are you talking to?" It must be her mom. If she would come in here, she might see me in Suzy's hand, or at best be inquisitive to what she was doing.
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