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Chapter #3
Your new life begins.
by: Unknown
As you walk to the park, you rapidly try to think who would have written that letter.
Unfortunately, nobody comes to mind.
Extremely nervous, you arrive at the park. After a few seconds of searching, you notice Megan looking at you from under a tree. She beckons you closer, and you start walking in her direction.
Why Megan? She never had any reason to blackmail you...
Did she?
You disregard the thought. Hopefully she'll see reason and stop this whole thing.
You stand in front of the brunette. She looks up at you, and you speak.
"D-did you write that letter?"
Megan nods, and says nothing. Nervous, you go on.
"Well...Why?"
Megan chuckles.
"Because I still remember how you treated me in sixth grade."
You gulp when you remembered how you used to tease her for wearing glasses. Megan tilts her head.
"Your constant insults depressed me beyond belief, and now I'm forced to wear contacts so I'm not reminded of what you used to say."
She steps close to you, and you look up at her. Megan was a tall girl for her age, and her recent growth spurt made her almost a foot taller than you.
Megan jabs a finger into your chest.
"So for what you put me through, it's about time I get you back."
You start to sweat. This girl means business.
"A-All right... What are you gonna do?"
She grins and grabs your arm, pulling you out of the park and towards her home. Her parents were away for the next few weeks, which meant she had the whole house to herself.
Megan takes you inside and leads you into the living room. She sits on the couch and points to the space in front of her.
"Kneel."
You are confused.
"Excuse me?"
"I said KNEEL."
Unnerved by her tone, you kneel in front of her. She places a sneakered foot on your shoulder.
"Get out your phone, and call your mom. Tell her that you're going to be staying over at a friend's house for a few days."
You do as she says, and put your phone away when you're finished.
"Why?"
Without speaking, Megan reaches from behind the couch and pulls out a roll of twine. Before you can do anything, she ties your wrists and ankles together.
"If you don't want me to tell your mom, then you're going to become my foot slave for the next little while."
You are outraged.
"SLAVE?! You can't do that, I'm-"
"Failing?"
She smirks at you, and you fall silent.
Holding both sneakered feet in front of her, Megan...
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