Once the conversation had dulled down a bit, Charlotte leaned forward in her seat. You had noticed the unsettling looks she had been giving you over the past hour, though no one else in your family had seemed to take notice. By her posture it was clear she was about to say something, and a twisted feeling deep down in your gut told you it wasn’t going to be good.
“If we’re done talking…” Charlotte began. “I’d like to catch up with Sammy for a bit. Just the two of us.” Her pleasant tone sent a shiver down your spine, while everyone else in your family just nodded.
You stood up. “Uh, actually I was…” You started to come up with some sort of excuse, but were silenced by Shannon’s hand, which engulfed you in the blink of an eye.
“Oh, hang out with your cousin, Sammy!” Your mother laughed. “You haven’t seen her in years!” Not realizing her tight grip had crushed you flat, Shannon dropped you into Charlotte’s palm. Quickly closing her fingers around you, Charlotte waved to her family and left the room, heading upstairs, struggling to keep the grin on her face concealed.
Once upstairs, she entered your room and closed the door behind her, flopping backwards onto your bed. Unfolding her hand, she let you reform, while still keeping her fingers cupped to prevent you from running away. Not that you’d get very far.
“Hello Sammy. How have you been? What’s happened?” She asked sweetly, and innocent smile on her face. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Charlotte was just your average, loving cousin. Sadly, you knew the truth that she kept concealed deep within her.
“I-I’m fine.” You nodded tersely, sweating under you’re the red-haired giantess’ gaze. “I’m…s-starting a t-tutoring…business…”
“That’s great Sammy! But…not really what I wanted to hear.” Charlotte sat up, her grip on you tightening. “Tell me everything that’s happened to you since I last saw you. And you know what I mean.”
You did, in fact, know what she meant. Charlotte wanted to hear about how you’d been crushed and squished over the past two years. With disgust, you shook your head. Charlotte giggled in response.
“I want inspiration Sammy. And…a bit of entertainment. I LOVE hearing your stories. The more embarrassing and humiliating, the better!”
“No.” You shouted up to her in your bravest voice, but unfortunately your voice cracked pathetically, prompting a snicker from your cruel cousin.
“No? Fair enough.” Charlotte shrugged. “In that case, I’ll just head to the bathroom, drop you into the toilet, and flush you down into the sewers where no one will ever find you again. Maybe I’ll relieve myself on you first, then flush. Does that sound fun?”
Charlotte’s menacing face loomed over you, and your blood ran cold. You meekly shook your head.
“It doesn’t? Then talk.” Charlotte explained simply, watching you with bemusement. Feeling incredibly humiliated by your nineteen-year-old cousin, you began to explain in painstaking detail the horrible situations you had endured over the past two years. Charlotte watched you with rapt attention the entire time, occasionally laughing or smiling mischievously, the wicked gears in her head turning.
You described being knocked into the cake batter on your birthday, being baked in the oven, and almost being eaten by Stacy. You talked about when Shannon molded you into a bikini top without your permission for a quick beach trip (because you matched with her bottoms), and then promptly forgot what she had done to you for a whole week.
You explained about Stacy’s best friend Vicky confusing you for a gross bug, stomping on you, and then tossing your crumpled body in the trash, where you were taken out to the curb by your unaware mother and just barely escaped through a hole in the bag before the garbage truck came to collect.
You mentioned the time where you were talking to Stacy while she was preparing to go on a run, and when your sister’s attention was off of you, you accidentally fell into her sneaker. Not knowing where you had vanished to, Stacy had slipped her foot in and subjected you to a two-hour, sweaty pounding. Sadly, your squishy body had stuck to the inside of her shoe, and you spent another three days stuck inside before she finally found you.
Two hours of embarrassing stories passed by, and Charlotte was thoroughly pleased by the time you finally couldn’t think of anything more to tell. Setting you gently down on you bed, she looked at you with a happy smile.
“Was that so hard Sammy?” The redhead goddess teased. “Time really flew, huh? I loved your stories. You tell them with such vivid detail!” A malicious grin grew on her otherwise angelic face. “I hope you’re looking forward to reliving some of the stories in the future.”
Her words caused your heart to skip a beat. You watched numbly as she stood up from your bed and stretched, letting out a cute yawn. It truly baffled you how this attractive and seemingly pleasant girl could hide such a terrible dark side.
Charlotte stared down at you, purposefully using her full height to intimidate you. “But for now, I think we should rejoin our family, right? It’s been a while. And truthfully…I’ve a few good ideas bouncing around in my head that I’d love to test out. Won’t you help me, dear cousin?”
Leaning down, Charlotte’s shadow completely overcast you. She looked like a terrifying demoness towering above you, and you knew you’d have nightmares about her tonight. Panicking at what this sadistic girl could possibly have in mind, you let yourself be picked up and carried out of the room. What use was running, anyway?
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