doozer7: Samantha was annoyed that her step-brother was allowed to have a sleepover for the weekend.

doozer7:

Samantha was annoyed that her step-brother was allowed to have a sleepover for the weekend.  Their parents knew they were going to be away and wouldn’t be around to watch over the boys.  Why not another weekend?  Why not have the sleepover at one of the other boys’ house?  Why did she have to give up her entire weekend so the little twerp could have his pervy friends over?  Her appeals were dismissed.  It didn’t matter that she had plans.  It didn’t matter that she was uncomfortable with how they stared her.  It was just a harmless crush, they assured her.

After eating the pizza she had ordered them, she sent the little monsters away to go play video games or whatever it is they did while she cleaned up.  When finished, Samantha went to her room and plopped down on her bed to watch TV.

It must have been the cold that woke her up–or was it a noise.  As she started to gain consciousness she felt something on her face.  Reaching her hands down to her face to investigate and remove whatever was on her, her movement was stopped short and she felt the ropes cinch closed around her wrists. Alarm took hold and did her best to take inventory of the situation though still very confused.  Her clothes!  She had been wearing clothes when she laid down earlier; where are they now?  They had been cut off her and thrown to the floor.  Struggling with everything she had against her bonds, there was no escape.

“Sounds like she’s awake,” she heard from the closet.  Those little bastards!  They did this!  They had tied her to her bed, stripped her of her clothes, and were now in her closet going through her things.  Knowing they were in her closet, but not in her line of sight, she knew which part of her closet they were searching.

“I’d like to see her in this,” followed by giggling.  Samantha could only guess which one of her tiny skirts or tops they were talking about. 

What was more unsettling to her was that it was the same area she kept her secret toy box.  It was just a matter of time before they found it.  If they had the gumption to take things this far, there’s no telling what they might do.  Mad, frantic pulling at the ropes that bound her.  Trapped.  They had her.  Those ogling little perverts had her.

“Whoa…guys…look at what I found!”