This choice: She forces Megan to finish the opened box of cookies. • Go Back... "Listen, bitch. If I call mom and tell her what kind of shit you guys bought with the grocery money she gave to you, you'd be in so much trouble that you'd both wish you'd never been born. So, I'm going to make you regret your decision." She pushed the box of cookies across the counter to Megan. "Eat. All of them. Even after you're sick of cookies, it won't be enough."
You tried to interrupt. "Lauren, isn't this-"
"Don't you start, Justin! I'll call mom on your ass if you try and stop me!" you took another step backward. Megan looked at you helplessly, but you both knew there was nothing that could be done.
"Go on, you wanted your shitty junk food, now eat it." Lauren said, crossing her arms.
Megan gulped, and started to munch on the cookies.
One cookie down. Two cookies down. Man, they tasted delicious! As far as punishments go, this one didn't seem too bad. In fact, it seemed downright awesome! Meg started eating cookies two at a time. Four. Six. Eight. Easy.
You thought it looked as if your sister was enjoying her punishment, not detesting it. Lauren looked mad as ever. There were thirty cookies in the package, and Meg had already eaten more than a third of them.
The sweet, buttery, chocolatey cookies tasted great going down. Meg felt as if she wouldn't have any problem finishing them, even with the bag of chips already in her belly. Fourteen, Sixteen, Eighteen. This was easy! In fact, Megan felt like she just couldn't eat fast enough! The thought was funny to Meg, so she started laughing with her mouth full of crumbs. Lauren raised a quizzical eyebrow, but said nothing.
Twenty-two. Her mouth was a bit dry. Twenty-four. She felt a it full now. Twenty-six. Cookies didn't seem that appetizing anymore. Twenty-eight. One more. And... Twenty-nine.
Megan felt sick, but not overly so. She was definitely full, and her stomach gurgled and complained about the sudden influx in mass. Megan found herself wishing she could've eaten those cookies a little further apart.
"Well?" Lauren said. "Sorry?"
"Sorry for what, the fact that you can't take a joke? Haw." Meg said, rubbing her stomach.
Meg seemed all too pleased with this punishment.
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