33 – Taking a breather (but is it good?)
As I run after her I find something else going on that stops me on my tracks: from the living room two bodies stumble in, wrestling on the ground.
“Let go, you fucking bitch!” Shouts Claire, struggling to hold off Miss Jimenez . Our teacher has the strength and height advantage, but Claire is armed with sheer stubbornness. “Let me go before I gouge your eyes out!”
“You little whore! Let me go before I slap your flat boobs!”
“Better than those piece of plastic you got, you cheating bitch!”
They keep growling and snarling and struggling on the wall, pulling on hair and scratching at each other’s faces.
“Please stop… please stop you two!”
But then I hear a metallic sound come from the kitchen and I rush there. Sure, those two might pull at each other hair, but that’s better than a knife!
“Tina! Please stop!” I find her fumbling with the blades in the kitchen. She turns showing a crazed look on her face and the largest, shiniest knife already raised in her hand. “Put that down! Nobody is getting hurt here, not on my watch.”
“Oh, that’s cute,” she sneers, coming closer and punching me right into the stomach. I fold like paper and fall against the wall, choking.
“G-gaaahhh…”
“Now stay there and be a good boy. Let your girlfriend take care of it all. When you will feel better, you will thank me. I love you so much…” she leans forward and kisses my brow, then she rubs her hand against my dick. “Hmmm, I can’t wait to celebrate with my favourite cock. Hey you three stupid fucking sluts! I’m coming for you, ready or not!”
“W-wait… no…” I try to crawl after her, but her punch has destroyed me. She has hit me right at the base of my stomach and even breathing feels like a colossal effort. I wheeze hard as I try to move over the floor. I can’t let her do that. Maybe if I take off the ring… if I take off the ring…
“There you are! Hey, wait, what’s… that…” I hear Tina say from the other room.
And then I hear her cough, sneeze and fall to the floor.
Silence.
“T-Tina… what’s going… hack!” I spit as something hits my nose. It smells sweet, far too sweet, and it gets straight to my head, making it spin. I have no idea what it is, but it smells like… like my sister’s tea?
I feel whatever little strength I might have abandon me completely. I fall on the floor as I see a green mist slowly spread.
I see all three girls in the next room, asleep.
Tina still holds her knife, but someone kicks it off her hand and it slides beneath the sofa.
What’s going on… who is…
And then my sister walks in. She’s dressed like before, in her painted-on shorts and her light shirt, but she’s also wearing… a gas mask.
Looks like all those hours spend at the herbology lab were not for nothing.
“Hey, little bro,” she says crouching in front of me, her voice muffled and metallic. “We all got scared for a little bit, didn’t we? Don’t worry… everything will…”
And then the gas pulls me down into the darkness.