bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – Part 1“Derrick, you
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – Part 1“Derrick, you jerk, stop this right now!”“Stop what? It’s your leg. Put it down yourself”.Jemima had been trying to do so for the last half hour with no such luck. The poise reminded her of her ballet days as a teenager and the years of practice ensured she didn’t so much as wobble as she stood against the cold wooden floor of her lounge. She was forced to watch as her very recently former best friend wandered around the house inspecting the highest quality items.“Whatever you’ve done to me you won’t get away with it”.Derrick laughed and gave her lithe, athletic body another long gaze before staring boldly into her fuming eyes. She had been doing her morning yoga routine when he had dropped in unannounced. If Jemima had known he had a key to the place she would have had a rethink on her outfit choice. It seemed like he was brimming with secrets and today was the day they were spilling out.“I knew you had a crush on me”, she sneered, one hand on her hip and the other pressed awkwardly against her thigh.“Liar”, he retorted. “You didn’t suspect a thing. I was your bestie remember. You shared everything with me”.Jemima glanced down guiltily at that, watching as the sole of her foot rested against her leg. It may well have been stuck there with glue. She could wiggle her toes but that was about it. She wondered if this was how a paralysed person felt. It was as if the connection from her mind to her leg was severed. She could demand in her head as much as she wanted but the leg wouldn’t move.“Well I know now”, she snarled, looking back up at him with fresh resolve. “And I won’t make the same mistakes twice”.He gave a chuckle, a heaving sound that made Jemima’s stomach twist in knots.“It’s too late for that now. I know you better than you know yourself. How else do you think I hijacked your mind? In fact you can keep your arms there as well. You look pretty when you’re angry”.A familiar chill coursed itself up and down her limbs and a couple of forceful tugs confirmed the worst. She yelled to the ceiling as she twisted and turned, his laughs ringing in her ears.The fear set in moments later. Once she had composed herself Jemima braced herself for the burning question.“So what do I have to do for you to set me free?” She whispered as if the hush would lessen the demand.“Good question”, he nodded in appreciation. “I need you to come with me. We need to check you into the centre, a very special centre, one that will make you fall helplessly in love with me”.Now it was her turn to laugh.“So where is this centre, Narnia? Because I promise you it will have to be in another dimension before I’ll ever agree to that”. Then on reflection. “Why do you need me to comply anyway? You have control of my mind don’t you? Why don’t you order me to go?”“So many questions in that devilish mind of yours. Fair enough, you deserve an honest response. BMBO advisors have told me that girls who use their freewill generally convert faster to their treatments. A little mind control pressure should do no harm”.Jemima toyed with his reply in her mind. BMBO? Conversion? Treatment? What an earth was he getting at? As she tried to formulate the questions she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.“Where are you going? “ She demanded as she watched him heading towards the door.“I don’t have all day for your common sense to kick in. I’ll be back later tonight. By then your joints will be aching that much that I’m sure you’ll beg to go”.Jemima tried to ask him questions but the talking was all over. As he walked down the hallway her words had turned to a shrill desperate scream.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link
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