"Dude, what have you got in your hand?" Bayley asked. Hope surged within you. Bayley must have seen you! Maybe she could save you from her monstrous friend!
"Uhh, nothing," Sasha replied, shooting her hand behind her back quick enough to give you motion sickness.
"I know you've got something. What're you hiding?"
Sasha expertly transferred you from one hand to the other behind her back before presenting her now empty hand to Bayley. "See? Nothing."
"Dude, did you really expect me to fall for that?"
"Bay, why does it matter? What's it got to do with you?" Even from your fleshy prison enclosed in Sasha's hand, you could hear the switch in Sasha's voice, going from excitement to annoyance.
"Because I saw something, and I want to know. So just show me!"
You felt the space around you jerk away, making you feel queasy.
"Oof Bayley, get off!"
The space around you began to shake and gradually the fingers around you were forced open, giving way to the surprised face of Bayley, who gasped at the sight of you.
"It's a little person!" the Latina exclaimed.
"Bayley!" you gasped. "Please help me, you've gotta get me away from-MMPPHHH" you hurriedly pleaded before Sasha tightened her grip, covering your face with her finger.
"Shut up you little-" she growled, her face contorted in a furious scowl, before being interrupted.
"Sasha!" Bayley exclaimed. "What have you been doing to him?"
The Boss scoffed. "Don't feel sorry for him, I caught the little pervert in my bed this morning. I'm only giving the little toy what it deserves."
"That's a human being, not a toy!" Bayley sounded shocked and outraged at the cold attitude of her best friend. "I can't let you hurt him anymore!"
"Oh yeah? What're you going to do about it?" you watched Sasha sneer.
What followed next was a very uncomfortable experience for you. Bayley lunged forward, and the two women fought over you, shaking you all about as sharp nails repeatedly dug into your skin. Eventually Bayley managed to snatch you away, landing an elbow into Sasha's gut to double the woman over, before taking off running. Despite her caring nature, Bayley didn't think about your comfort as she sprinted away, sending you flying all over the place inside her fist.
After some time your rescuer's running stopped. She uncurled her fingers to look down at you. You winced as her fingertip glided over the bruise forming on your cheek from Sasha's harsh treatment.
What was Bayley's intentions for saving you from Sasha?
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