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Chapter #4
Does this guy wash his clothes!?
by: Unknown
Your mind gave you the idea of hiding, and that's what you did. After finding the most left alone pile you dived under it and kept a slight air gap. One to breath and the other to make sure Ike didn't pull anything. After a few seconds Ike groaned and rubbed the bump on his head.
"Oh that little...when I find him he's gunna get it so bad..." He got up on his feet and looked around the room. He groaned and started scattering the piles of clothes close to where he knocked out. Once all the piles were scattered he grabbed all of them and made one huge pile, one that would squish anything under it. He lifted the bottom and once there was no blood he sighed and put it back down. You ducked in deeper to the pile when he got on his knees and started looking under his bed and dresser. When he found nothing but dustbunnies he sighed and looked around again, this time sitting down. That's when he noticed the door, and how high it was from the ground. "Aw great...now he probably ran to Marth. Geeze I'm going to hear it from him..." He got up and walked out of sight. The door then opened and closed but knowing better you stayed under the pile of clothes. Which was short lived since the pile was lifted from above you.
"You little..."
Right as you got into poise to sprint away Ike grabbed you and huffed. "Thought you could get away, eh?"
"Eh, heh heh..."
"Well I was going to be nice and treat you while you were in there but now you can rot in there for all I care. The only way you're gunna get out now is if I puke, which is one in a million chance." He smirked and practically threw you into his mouth. You were shaking about as much as a frozen person and him rolling you around in his mouth helped not that much. Once you were soaked to the bone in his saliva he tilted his head back and gulped, making you go into the throat, but not all the way down. You tried to wiggle to get free but a rubbing outside told you that all you were was a play toy. Another gulp made the throat muscles push you down into his waiting stomach, and new home.
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