This choice: Sienna’s friends come over • Go Back...Chapter #6Sneaking out is bad for your health by: Blood   Barbara stirred from her restless sleep, her senses slowly coming to life as the persistent ringing of the doorbell echoed through the house. She groaned, rubbing her eyes, still half-dreaming of the disturbing events of the night. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet brushed against the cold floor, the memories flooding back. Sienna, tiny and helpless, had been punished for her perceived disobedience, and now her friends were here, complicating things further.
The doorbell rang again, louder this time, impatient. Barbara's eyes narrowed with irritation. "Those girls," she muttered, slipping her feet into her slippers. She glanced at the tiny figure of Sienna, still sprawled on the floor, her warrior angel costume a sad reminder of her futile rebellion. An idea sparked in her mind, a way to further assert her control and teach Sienna a harsh lesson.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around Sienna's tiny form with a roughness born of frustration. "You had plans to sneak out, didn't you?" Barbara hissed, bringing Sienna up to her face. "Well, let's see how your friends react."
Barbara carried Sienna downstairs, her steps heavy with anger. She reached the front door and, with a cruel smile, placed Sienna on the welcome mat. The rough fibers scraped against Sienna's skin, and she looked up at her mother with wide, terrified eyes.
"Stay here," Barbara ordered coldly, "and don't you dare move."
Sienna's heart pounded in her chest as she lay on the mat, the towering door looming above her like a monolith. She could hear the muffled voices of Allie and Brooke outside, chatting and laughing, unaware of the nightmare awaiting them.
Barbara opened the door with a huff, her face a mask of feigned surprise. "Allie, Brooke, what are you doing here this late?"
Allie, dressed casually in flip-flops, gave a cheerful wave. "Hey, Mrs. Shaw! We came to pick up Sienna. She said she might sneak out to join us for a bit."
Barbara's eyes darkened at the mention of sneaking out. "Did she now?" she said icily. Without looking down, she took a step back, her slippered foot coming down squarely on Sienna's tiny form.
Sienna screamed as the immense weight pressed down on her, the rough texture of the slipper grinding into her body. The pressure was unbearable, her bones creaking under the strain. She gasped for air, but the thick fabric and the overwhelming scent of her mother’s foot filled her senses, making it impossible to breathe. The warmth from the slipper’s insole combined with the crushing weight made her world a suffocating, dark prison.
Barbara stepped aside, gesturing for the girls to come in. "Well, come in, then."
Allie, in her carefree manner, stepped forward, her flip-flop-clad foot landing directly on Sienna. The cold rubber sole pressed down with surprising force, the thin strap of the flip-flop doing nothing to alleviate the pressure. Sienna's world became a blur of pain and darkness as Allie's foot flattened her against the mat.
Sienna felt the unforgiving texture of the flip-flop’s sole, every ridge and groove imprinting on her tiny body. The rubber was cold, contrasting sharply with the warmth of Barbara’s slipper. As Allie shifted her weight, the strap of the flip-flop dug into Sienna’s side, adding to her agony.
"Ow!" Allie exclaimed, feeling a strange bump under her foot. She lifted it slightly, giving Sienna a fleeting moment of relief. Sienna gasped for air, her body screaming in pain from the brief but intense pressure. Her respite was short-lived as Brooke stepped forward.
Brooke, always stylish and assertive, wore a pair of heavy boots that thudded ominously against the floor. She stepped into the house, her boot coming down hard on Sienna's already battered body.
Sienna felt like she was being crushed under a boulder, the thick sole of the boot pressing into her with merciless weight. Her screams were lost under the weight and noise of the boot, her body sinking into the fibers of the welcome mat. The leather of Brooke’s boot was rough and unyielding, each step sending shockwaves of pain through Sienna’s tiny form.
The heavy boot was a world apart from Allie’s flip-flops. The dense material and solid sole provided no give, and every slight movement Brooke made amplified the pressure on Sienna’s fragile body. Her limbs were pinned awkwardly, and she could feel the intricate details of the boot’s tread pressing into her skin.
Barbara watched the scene unfold, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing, using Sienna’s friends to further punish her daughter. "It seems Sienna isn't here," Barbara said, feigning concern. "She must have gone out on her own. I had no idea she was planning to sneak out."
Allie and Brooke exchanged worried glances. "Should we wait for her?" Brooke asked, her boot still pinning Sienna to the mat.
Barbara smiled coldly. "I think that might be best. Come in, sit down. She'll turn up eventually."
As the girls moved inside, each step they took felt like a hammer blow to Sienna. She lay there, broken and gasping, the weight of the boots and flip-flops pressing her deeper into the mat. Her mother’s words echoed in her ears, a reminder of the dark reality she was trapped in.
Inside, Barbara offered the girls seats and refreshments, all the while keeping an eye on the welcome mat where Sienna lay, hidden and suffering. Every so often, she shot a glance towards the door, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She knew Sienna was enduring a torment far worse than anything she had imagined.
Sienna's world had become a nightmare of pain and darkness, her mother's anger a palpable force pressing down on her. Each step, each movement was a reminder of her helplessness, a cruel punishment for her perceived disobedience. The laughter and chatter of her friends above were a distant echo, lost in the overwhelming agony of her tiny, crushed existence.
As the night wore on, Sienna's strength ebbed away, her energy sapped by the constant pressure and lack of fresh air. The heat from her mother’s slipper, the cold rubber of Allie’s flip-flop, and the unyielding weight of Brooke’s boot had left her body battered and broken. The house that was once her home now felt like a labyrinth of horrors, and the mother she once sought comfort from had become her tormentor.
Barbara, satisfied with her cruel punishment, settled back to watch TV, the flickering screen casting a cold, indifferent light over the scene of quiet horror.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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