Jim sits across from his sneakers, watching you with a twinkle in his eye, like a cat that has finally caught its mouse. "Out you come." He smiles, reaching forward and grabbing your stunned body out of his shoe. "I thought it was too good to be true when I saw you standing there, tucked into my sneaker -- I guess popular kids really are as stupid as they look. And it sure was stupid for you to put yourself at 'my' mercy. But hey, atleast now we can have some fun.. Thanks for that foot massage by the way, that was awesome."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Before you can protest, Jim covers your entire face with his thumb, pinching your head between two fingers, and picks you up, your legs dangling and kicking wildy. When you finally feel a surface underneath you, Jimmy's fingers disappear and you find yourself in a tiny cage, which the giant teen is locking.
"I been kinda lonely ever since my hampster died - I don't know, I think I forgot to feed it or something - but you'll do just fine for now." He winks at you as if he's your best friend, and not some sadistic nerd on a powertrip. "Oh yeah!" he raises his index finger "I nearly forgot.. This is for ignoring me when I waved to you in the cafeteria last week.."
"What?? I didn't see-" Jim flicks the tiny cage door open and spits in your face. The clear liquid runs over your face and down your neck, and you choke on the syrupy saliva. "Now.. What can my high-strung little slave do for me first?"...
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