Joe's rough, bulky fingers close in on either side of you and clamp over your body. He looks down at you, grinning widely, as you quiver in fear in his grasp. "Cute." he mumbles through his smile "Let's see your cuteness get you out of this one, runt."
Joe seems to look down on weaker kids like bugs, ones that are made for the purpose his amusement and cruelty only. And now, you're all his.. "Hey, don't look so sad, kid." he murmurs, low enough so the rest of the room doesn't notice. Tilting his head slightly and staring down his nose at you, he goes on, "You're gonna have all sorts of fun with me you can't have back at home, heh heh heh.."
Tears have started to silently slip down your cheek, a feeling of doom and utter hopelessness filling you at the sound of your captor's deep, low laugh. Joe decides he can't have his new toy covered in tears for the trip home, and he brings you upto his face, slides his big pink tongue out, and flattens it against your stomach, dragging it all the way up and over your face. You cringe, wishing to escape the intimidating boy's gigantic tongue, but it rubs slowly over your face, leaving you wet and soon cold, the condensed smell of Joe's manly, musk-like breath staying in your nostrils.
Then Joe lowers you down with dramatic speed, catching your breath, and deposits you...
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