You didn't even get a second to breathe before Lauren let out an excited gasp and pointed to the next picture that caught her eye.
The picture depicted a fifteen-year-old Mari relaxing on the couch in her house, one hand on her lap and the other hand extended holding her phone for the selfie. Instead of smiling at the camera, Mari instead had her attention focused downward on her cleavage, where your head was just barely visible nestled between her smooth bronzed boobs. It was a peaceful looking photo...at least on the surface.
"Ooh, having a little date here?" Lauren teasingly asked.
Mari shrugged but smiled. "I guess so! That's definitely what it looks like!" She gave you a lovely little wink, and then moved to turn the page.
You, however, had reached another jarring stop in your mental track, assaulted with a memory from all those years ago. That picture of you and Mari wasn't just a normal picture, as Lauren clearly thought it was and Mari had forgotten the context. No, that picture had come right after Mari had rescued you from another of Penelope's cruel schemes, the very scheme that led to Mari finally catching onto Penelope's cruelty and permanently severing her friendship with your old bully.
*FLASHBACK BEGINS*
It was like any other day at your high school in ninth grade. It was in February, and you and many other students were still riding the high of Christmas break. For what felt like the first time in your life since Jenna had proclaimed herself your ceaseless tormentor, you'd had a decent Christmas. Yes, you still spent a long movie marathon baking under your mother's hefty booty, you passed the time at the Winter Dance jammed into Jenna's sweaty shoe, and you slept through Christmas night gurgling in your Aunt Cass' stomach, but otherwise you'd mostly managed to avoid Jenna and enjoy an actually fairly decent Christmas. You'd especially had a lot of time to relax and cuddle with Mari, which always put a smile on your face.
You were in such good spirits, however, that you hadn't picked up on some very terrible drama stirring at school.
Apparently, there was a pervert on the loose, a tiny sneaking into the girl's locker room and taking pics of undressing students that were then posted online. The school was aware of the situation and did their best to take down the offending photos, but nothing really disappears forever once it makes it to the internet. The school even started putting up posters all around the hallways begging students to do their part in trying to capture this perverted tiny, even encouraging the use of stomps and crushing (which was a bit unsettling for you and your affected peers). Sadly, the only information most people had to go off of was that the tiny in question was a pale redhead.
The fact that so many innocent girls were being preyed on really ticked Mari off, and it didn't take long for your girlfriend's infamous temper to rear its ugly head as she eagerly joined the hunt for the pervert alongside other girls who had been victimized and had their pictures leaked online. However, apparently this had only inspired the pervert further, because soon Mari fell victim to his awful deeds too. You had actually been on a date with Mari when pictures of her in the middle of taking of her bra and panties had surfaced online, and she'd been a sobbing mess of despair and fury for hours as you consoled her.
You never liked to have a reason to dislike your fellow affected, but this redheaded pervert was a menace, and you swore that if you ever found the guy, you'd make him pay. However, you didn't get the chance to do that, as you found yourself flattened under a shoe on your way to your next class. After several painful steps, you were scraped free and recognized that you were both inside a supply closet, and also being held by your eternally sadistic bully, Penelope.
Penelope leered down at you. "I can't believe my luck. I finally caught you, you little bastard."
You frowned. "You step on me almost daily, Penelope. What are you talking about?" Though you couldn't pretend not to be scared of the short-statured but infinitely-intimidating platinum-blonde, acting nonchalant about her threats was one of the only real ways you had to get back at her for constantly trying to ruin your life.
Penelope's eyes glinted with malice. "Why are you acting like you know me, bug? You kinda remind me of Mite, but with your red hair and pale complexion, I just can't be."
Your frown deepened. "Penelope, what are you going on about? I don't have...red...hair..." Your words trailed off, in equal measure with Penelope's sickening grin widening.
Before you could let out a scream, Penelope crushed you flat in her palm, cackling all the while. She then produced a small bag of supplies from her backpack, and despite your best efforts to wriggle and squirm, you were nothing but putty in her hands. In mere minutes, Penelope accosted you with a makeup stenciler, painting pale foundation onto your body that dyed you a few shades lighter than your normal skin. She superglued a frizzy red wig onto your scalp, completely hiding your normal dirty-blonde locks. She then dropped a dollop of Full Length onto your lips, freezing your mouth shut.
Finished, Penelope smirked down at you. "And there we have it. I finally caught the redheaded pervert whose been terrorizing all those innocent girls. What a disgusting bug." She laughed haughtily. "And yet, you can't help yourself, can you? You just have to go back for more, huh?" Clenching her fist around you, Penelope left the supply closet and strolled purposefully down the hallway, hardly able to contain her joy at a scheme that she'd been meticulously crafting for months now, a scheme she was confident would finally be the death of the stubborn and infuriating bug who plagued her life, and once and for all prove she was stronger than him.
And then she reached the girl's locker room, curled back her hand, and flung you inside.
You let out a mute scream thanks to your frozen lips as you sailed into the locker room, then slid to a stop right at the feet of a group of chatting girls in various states of undress. The girls all looked nervous, as the mere threat of the redheaded pervert (who you were now realizing probably didn't even exist in the first place) made it so that all girls changing in the locker room were tense and on-edge. And yet, as the girls glanced down and spotted you, that nervousness turned to surprise, and then to a fury more smoldering than anything you'd seen in your life.
You were able to raise one hand to try and flag their attention before the first girl's sole stomped you into paste, and you couldn't even twitch before the second girl followed suit.
For the better part of fifteen minutes, you suffered and moaned in agony as every single girl in the locker room took turns stomping you. Bare feet, socked feet, sneakers, spiky cleats, clomping boots, and everything in between. Every single student took multiple turns bashing, grinding, and smearing you underfoot, without mercy or cease, believing themselves vindicated in finally catching and punishing that awful redheaded pervert. The girls even flagged over the gym teacher herself, who in turn crushed you under her for daring to violate the privacy and dignity of her students. It wasn't long before you were reduced to little more than a quivering blobby smear, begging for relief.
And that relief came, but only in the form of Penelope herself, who tactically wandered into the locker room, feigned shock at seeing you, and then promised the gym teacher that she'd take you to the principal for punishment. The gym teacher crudely used her cleats to grind you off the floor then flicked your ragged battered body right into the hands of your abuser, who pretended to contritely thank the teacher and solemnly swear to see you punished. Penelope then clenched you in her fist and skipped out of the class, not at all taking you to the principal's office but instead shoving you into a tight zippered pocket of her backpack instead.
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