This choice: the string lands on you (safety) • Go Back...Chapter #6Out of Brandy...for now by: Moeyuri   The wet string luckily lands directly on your head. At least you don't have to go around looking for it. The noose was still made so all you needed to do was pull it around your waist and cinch it down. Realizing that this would be you last few moments in the belly, you take a deep breath of rancid air and dove into the digestive juices. You merely float under the surface, enjoying the feeling against your bare skin...wait, bare skin?! Your clothes were already digested! A strong pull knocks the breath out of you as you're suddenly yanked up. The trip up feels incredibly nice on your skin, but the speed is faster than when you were going down so you can't enjoy it. Plus the string cinched tighter around your waist, hurting like hell!
Light burns your eyes once you're yanked out of the mouth. After what felt like an hour inside her, in complete darkness, even normal lights blinds you like a sun an inch away from your face. Strong fingers pull the string free and you fall onto a familiar palm.
"Tina? Are you alright?" Jo asks.
"I'm fine! Just...just give me a second to adjust to the lights..." You cover your eyes to reduce the glare. After a minute your vision returns and you can see Jo's worried face hovering over you. Looking down, you notice that you're completely naked. Even your underwear was lost from the powerful acids. You try to cover up and hear a girly giggle from the side.
"Ah, did you lose something in me? Or were you just having fun?" Brandy teased. She's sipping on her wine with a big grin. "Man, your ass is so white?! Don't you ever tan?"
"That's enough!" Jo interjects.
"It's fine, Jo. I think I have some spare clothes in my work locker."
"Should we get going?"
"Oh no you don't!" Brandy cuts in. "I have something to talk about with the little girl."
"Absolutely not." Jo glares with an intensity that scares you. You heard that she used to be a biker, but this is the first time you could believe it to be true.
"What? I just want a minute to go over something important!" Brandy sticks her rosy tongue out at Jo. You can see the larger woman making a fist with her free hand. As amusing as it would be to see your mom's friend beat down on your dad's bimbo, there's something bugging you. This would have been the perfect chance for her to kill you (or at least try to) yet she did nothing. Even if Jo had your back, Brandy didn't seem like the type of person to care.
"It's fine, Jo. I want to hear what she has to say."
"But you said-!"
"If I'm longer than five minutes, come get me."
"Got it." Jo sticks her hand out towards Brandy. The blonde gives you an impish smile and swipes you off her hand. Her grip is rougher than you're used to, but the pressure feels rather nice.
She carries you into the kitchen before opening her hand again.
"So, what's up? The first time I met you, you tried to kill me. Now you helped my friend get her ring without keeping me in your stomach. What's the catch?"
"What? Don't trust me?" her blue painted finger dragged a line down her cheek like a tear.
"You tried to kill me."
"Very true. Honestly I'd put you in the blender right now if not for one thing..."
"What?"
"There would be no money in it. Me and your father broke up."
"What?!" you cried out. When did this happen?
"It's true. He got tired of me only fucking him once a week and wanted to dump me. I waved around a little file I found on his computer and he paid me enough hush money to last a while. Not as much as your corpse under a boot, but he wouldn't pay me even if brought you to him. He never wants to see me again."
"So..."
"So, I wanted to say sorry about stomping on you. Although if I remember correctly, you didn't mind..."
"W-what are you talking about?" you fumble.
"Don't try to lie to me. When I pulled my foot away I saw how happy you were." Shit! You never told anyone besides Shelby about your foot fetish! It's way too embarrassing for people to think of you like a pervert. Even if you are one. "I'm not as stupid as I look, either. You've been eyeing me up since I opened the door. Pretty funny how you could lust after someone trying to kill you."
"...Please don't say anything about this."
"Don't worry, I'm not going tell anyone. Although I noticed you eyeing the fat lady in the next room."
"Hey, don't call her fat!"
"What, is she your girlfriend? You must be really fucking desperate."
"Even if you're not trying to kill me, you're still a bitch."
"Guilty as charged! At least I'm a hot bitch!"
"Look, are we done here?"
"Not yet. I want you to accept my apology. After all, if I'm not connected to your father anymore you might want to tell the police about me and my stompers." You hadn't even thought of that...
"So, I'm going to make it up to you!"
"How?"
"Well, I'm going to give you a piece of my ass of course! I'm fucking hot, and you're a horny teenager. Works pretty well, right?"
"...I'm listening..."
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