A toy. That's all you are to Susie. A thing to play with...and eventually break.
It's Susie's week to keep her at her house. So right now you were in a shoebox with a little Sawdust in a corner, in the Damp hell that was Susie's basement bedroom. You're waking up to a fresh day of Torment from Susie. She's done everything from stomp on you, sit on you, leave you in her sweaty, spongey, reeking boot for a day...heck, she's tossed you in her mouth and sucked on you for hours. And she made it very clear on that day that he was completely under her power. If you told Noelle...Next time she'd swallow.
The ground shakes. Susie makes no attempt to hide the fact she's coming. This is going to be a long day. The roof of the building is peeled away, revealing Susie's purple scaly face. "Hello Kris...it's "
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 9:48am on Feb 02, 2025 via server WEBX1.