Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest as the door opens, and you immediately recognize someone you really didn't want to see today. Cattleya. "Hello, Maggie! So good to see you again! How have you been holding up?" she says, with a fake smile on her face. God, you hated her. As soon as she catches wind that you're here, that smile will be gone. "We've been holding up just as good as always, mom. Come on in, get off your feet. Just be careful where you put them, Neil is on the coffee table." Cattleya looks around at the mention of your name, and she spots you fairly quickly, her face quickly turned into one of pure anger as she hissed at you, causing you to recoil somewhat. Yep. Today was gonna be one of those days.
As she enters the house, plopping onto the couch infront of you, Maggie enters the adjoining kitchen. "Want me to make you something, mom? Coffee, a snack..." "Some coffee would be fine, thank you dear." she said, speaking calmly to her daughter before turning bitter and facing you. "Hello, Neil." she says, emphasizing your name as if it were blasphemous to even say it. "Still as puny as ever, I see. I still can't wrap my head around what my daughter sees in you. I thought I'd raised her better..." "Well, at least she has better taste in men then you!" "What did you say?!" she practically yells, getting in your face, clearly angry. "Mom! Quit being mean to Neil!" yells Maggie from the other room. Cattleya still glares at you like a war criminal, but she backs off a bit at least, and slumps back into the couch, placing her legs on the coffee table...dangerously close to you.
After a few moments, she notices how close you are to her feet, and a mischievous, toothy grin crawls across her face. She lifts up one of her feet, and hovers it dangerously close to you. "Maggie, help-" you cry out, cut off by the sudden force of being pinned underneath your mother-in-law's gross, hairy feet. You try to call out to Maggie, but you end up getting a mouthful of hair instead. At least this wasn't nearly as painful as being sat on, but it was humiliating either way, and you knew Cattleya just loved to torment you like this.
After several minutes, Maggie finally entered the room, holding an olympic swimming pool sized cup of coffee, which she sets on the coffee table. "Coffee's ready, mom." "Could you hand that to me, dear? My feet are just so comfortable in this position..." "Mom, come on, you can-where's Neil?" "Neil? Neil who?" says your mother-in-law, acting clueless. "Mom, get up. If you're sitting on him again..." "Relax, he went to get something, he'll be back in a bit." An obvious lie. There's no way Maggie will believe that. "Oh, alright." ...she believed it. Well, looks like you're not getting out of here any time soon.
After an agonizing few minutes trapped underneath the weight of your mother-in-law's legs, Maggie has to get up to do something (probably to check on you, since you've been gone so long), and leaves the room, giving Cattleya the opportunity to pick her legs off the table and observe your crumpled form. No bones were broken, but your spirit was crushed...and your body was, too. Everything was hurting...and she relished that fact. "Oh, Neil...you deserve treatment far, far worse then that. But what to do with you..."
You'd try and run, but you're in far too much pain to do so right now...and this wasn't even the worst of what she'd do to you. Oh, joy. Just your luck. What DOES she do with you?
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