"You know...you are kind of cute!" said DW shyly as her finger twirled her hair nervously.
You would have found it cute if it wasn't for the for the fact that she is your captor and you are a freaking 'prisoner'! You nervously gulp as you realize the reality of the situation.
Probably I can get her to let me go or at least help me...
You nervously glance up at the titanic pre-teen as she nervously twirls her hair while she stares at you curiously with her dark brown eyes. You swallow once more as you try to muster some courage to try to talk some sense to this pre-teen.
"Uhm...what is your name?"
"DW" said DW impishly as she giggles, causing vibrations throughout the bed as you fall on your behind as you look at her smooth light brown sole that was slightly red and also emanating a slight odor, which reminded you of kraft single packs of cheese. You cough trying to clear up this embarrassing moment while DW laughs at you as you get your bearings.
"...DW, that is a pretty cute nickname"
"I think so too!", said DW cutely with a big smile blossoming on her face.
Good, I am getting somewhere!
"Well of course a cute girl has to have a cute nick name" you say as you wink at DW and her entire face turns red as she smiles shyly.
"Do you really think so?", stuttered DW as she fixedly stared at you awaiting your answer, which causes you too think about how naive and how cut she is.
"Why of course! You cute dimples and beautiful dark brown eyes! You also soft skin! It was so comfortable when you picked me up earlier that I felt like I was in heaven (more like hell or rather purgatory)"
"Th...thank you...I think you are cut also!", DW gasps out cutely as she slaps her hands on her thigh and sits up stiffly straight as she cutely stares down at you, but her actions scare the bejesus out of you as you nervously chuckle as the vibrations coursing throughout the be undulate you in the air a few times too many, which causes you too finally end up closer to her pink dress where as you can see her white stocking covered crotch, which gives you detailed outline of her forbidden fruit and the sight fuses you to her nervously gulp as well as curse yourself for the thoughts that are popping up in your mind. Luckily and also unluckily a draft of wind that carries a kraft cheese smell knocks you out of your stupor and thoughts. You glance around you and see that DW has shifted to sit Indian style with her stocking covered pale brown smooth soles behind you and the folds of her pink dress in front of you with an opening you were trying not to look at.
"Thank you DW! You know what?"
"What?", curiously asks DW as one of her hands snakes down for she can fondle your hair, which almost causes you to have a heart attack. Her fingers smell like chocolate and you see crumbs under her fingernails.
"I bet you have boys fawning after you all the time at school, don't you?"
"No, Timmy, no those twins get on my nerves! They pull on my hair and hog the slide and sandbox. They are disgusting! They dig in their nose and eat their boogers. They stuff things in their pants! They burp and fart all the time! Hmph!", exclaims DW cutely as she shifts a few times causing you to move ever closer to an area you should not and do not want to go.
"Awe! My sweet little DW has been suffering (you probably deserved them pulling on your hair)!"
"Eh hem, I have. And I am not little! I am a big girl! 'You' are little!", says DW matter of factly as you for some reason feel pressure under her gaze.
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