Sweet but psycho episode 12

Sweet but Psycho 😽😽😽
🔥🍒 Written by Bunmi B. Gabriel 🍒🔥
😜 Segment 12 😜
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
You wanna know the cool thing about being an intelligent prankster, you get to be always prepared or the unexpected. I knew Yolanda’s father would make due of his threat so I was able to block my ears with the earplug I always carry in the pocket of my p-ntie. Yes, I always wear pocket p-nties just in case of emergency. Well, I was tied to a chair in a room, Yolanda’s singing voice record playing and me nodding my head to it like I was enjoying it. I could only hear a little of her loud voice, not enough to rattle my brain.
I tapped my foot as I pretended to sing along with a similar bad voice, just to get under his skin. My hands were tied behind my back, I wasn’t comfortable but I had no choice. ‘You are the most annoying human being I have ever met,’ I heard him said, it was almost inaudible because of the plugs. ‘Untie her.’
Joyful exclamation!
I got released and the blindfold removed, I smiled innocently at him and swayed myself back to forth with hands still behind my back. Oh, I know I was totally pulling off my cute baby look and he would fall just like everyone else. ‘Yolanda’s daddy….’
‘Ame,’ he corrected coldly.
‘Can I go to my room now? You literally pulled me out of my bed at three in the morning and made me listen to this fabulous concert,’ I removed one hand and waved it around, making pleasing gestures to exaggerate how much I enjoyed the concert I didn’t listen to. ‘If I knew she sounded so good, I wouldn’t have left earlier today. I am sure you must be proud of her, she’s got her daddy’s voice.’ I taunted him in the most sweetest voice I had ever used.
His eyes twitched. ‘I’m still going to make you suffer for what you did,’
‘Don’t you think you are too old to be getting back at a kid? I’m just sixteen,’ I battered my lashes cutely and pouted..
‘Sixteen my ass,’ he turned around and walked out of the room, grumbling to himself. Of course, my stubborn pestering button was activated so I skipped after him.
‘Mr. Ame,’
‘Get lost,’ he spat venomously.
‘Have anyone ever told you your legs look like fat tubers of yam?’ I asked, looking at his slightly hairy but straight legs, his walking step was a-ma-zing. ‘Two really fat amoeba legs?’ He growled but ignored me. If he can shave his legs, I will worsh¡p them. I ran my eyes up to his back, damn! He is muscular! ‘Your back look like a over punched wall.’
‘Why are you following me? Do you want to die?’
‘Death, this life is meaningless, very meaningless.’ I said with a shrug.
‘And why is that?’
‘Everyone live by grace, favor from thee who actually created us; what assurance do we have that a building won’t just drop down on us anytime from now? What makes us think that we can just go outside and get hit by a bus? We can be poisoned, shot at, beaten to death, framed for a crime we didn’t commit, fall sick and die at anytime and even sleep and never wake up. You are a mob king, you should understand what I mean by this.’
‘That is a very cynical view,’
‘I know, but it’s just life.’
‘You are right though,’ he said lowly, looking ahead. Such a peaceful conversation we were having but then the buttons in me switched, one I couldn’t control. I looked at his ass, eek! Big booty! I squealed and clapped my hands, an action that made him flinch. ‘Are you insane!’
‘Booty! Booty!’ I squealed.
‘What?’
‘We both have big booty!” I squealed again. ‘This is my booty,’ I patted mine gently. ‘And this is yours!’ I slapped his so loud the sound vibrated through the hall. I grinned as I imagined steam coming out of his nostrils and ears. ‘What a pretty face you have,’ I pinched the bridge of his nose hærd. That did it, he hurled me over his shoulder and headed somewhere. I should be scared, he was going to kill me and all but my eyes just couldn’t stop admiring his nice ass.
I dragged out a whistle and nodded. ‘What a fine ass you’ve got man!’
‘By the time I’m done with you, your eyes will stay away from other people’s butt.’ I nodded, what’s the worse he can do?
He did worse!
I repeat, he – did – worse!
He took me to a place, an underground room like a torturing ground, tied me to a pillar with painful heavy chains which spikes pierced into the first layer of my skin. I was crying because he had Carlos strip me to my underwear – not that I mind – and was wh¡pping the hell out of my butt. The pain surged through my body in bolts of fire, and…and…whatchamacallit…. Electricity. Each of my cries seemed to elicit his satisfaction, he had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
‘That’s it, untie her,’ he instructed. I was sweating terribly, tears had drenched my body as well. Carlos and the two other men were feeling pity for me, like my cries affected them like it should be but the bastard didn’t care! ‘You are on dog duty and…..hmm, you will start cleaning the entire house, before dawn I want this house squeaky clean or I will send you to clean my pets cages.’
‘I’m going to make you pay for this,’ I cried. ‘I promise you that.’
‘In case you have forgotten, you are the slave here and I am the boss, there is nothing you can do about it.’
I snorted. ‘We’ll see,’ he rolled his eyes, underestimating me. He signalled to Carlos to untie me and make sure I do what he ask. I’ll show him.
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I smiled with satisfaction as I rubbed my hands together, the plan was simple, use Yolanda. Yolanda was his weakness, serious one. I finished my plan, what I was going to do was either going to kill me, or teach him a lesson. After suffering myself with cleaning, he banned the maids from giving me food and that is the height of it. I chuckled evilly and stepped out of the kitchen to my room. I took my bath and laid on my bed to sleep, drama time.
💚 Ted 💚
If anyone would tell me that I was going to be on high alert because of a small girl, I would never believe it. One mind told me to forget about her threat, she’s just a psychopath and that’s all, but the other was laughing evilly at me. Even though I acted cool, I couldn’t help but be paranoid, having River check everything before I use it. I walked into my office after River walked in first, I looked around suspiciously, what other stunt can she pull than a normal teenage prank. I cursed myself mentally, my heart was thumping very fast.
‘Sit on the chair first,’ I told River.
‘On your chair?’
‘Yes, your chair….I mean, my chair.’ I stammered, remembering her ironic devilish smile… Wow, what is happening?
‘Are you sure you are alright sir?’
‘Of course, sit down and keep quiet,’ I commanded. He sat down first, his nervous eyes fixed on me. When nothing happened for three minutes, I signalled him to stand up and leave. I sat down and checked my table thoroughly, everything was fine. ‘You can leave.’ He nodded still in confusion and walked out of the office.
Breathe Ted, she’s just a kid. I encouraged myself mentally. There was just something about her eyes and tone that made me really want to fear her….I shouldn’t be but…. Arch! She’s just like my sister, terrifying.
I continued my work, making phonecalls and sending emails, nothing seemed to be out of place. I was slowly starting to relax, had a cup of tea to ease my nervousness while glancing at the screen that showed her exhausted sleeping form in her room. She can’t possibly tamper with my house, she knows nothing. I coughed and cleared my throat, it was dry.
‘Ted,’ Carlos called, standing at the door. ‘The men are ready to deploy, we need orders.’ I waved him off dismissively and rounded up my work. I stood up from my chair and walked out to the yard where all the men were patiently waiting me. Yolanda was scolding River again, what did he do this time?
‘…you don’t even have any sense, foolish person!’ She yelled, wh¡pping his head with a cane.
‘I didn’t do anything,’ he cried.
‘You existing is one thing!’
‘Yolanda,’ I called. Everyone’s attention turned to me, I cleared my throat again. ‘Stop….is this my voice?’ I touched my throat, what happened to my voice?
‘Dad, did you inhale helium?’ She asked gigglingly.
‘No, I don’t understand….ahem!’ My voice sounded so tiny, like a squeaking mouse. She burst into laughter with Carlos and River. ‘Be quiet! Don’t laugh!’ Even I won’t fear me with the sound of my voice.
‘Oh my God! What happened to your voice?’ Carlos asked between his laugh. Soon they were all laughing, the most embarrassing state. I turned and stomped to that witch’s room, she did this!
‘Cookie!’ Immediately I opened her door, a large lion jumped in front of me, making fall back with a scre-m. I hit the wall, my heart almost failed me. The lion flicker before it disappeared, hologram. The witch began laughing, very very loudly.
‘You call yourself a king? You can’t even handle a lion….’
‘I really hate you,’ I seethed.
‘Pause your hating first, you are ugly.’ I felt the urge to wring her, that urge I did follow and chased her into her room. She did something really strange, threw herself over her window and hung loosely there.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked in confusion, she winked at me and began scre-ming and crying.
‘Daddy!’ Oh crap! ‘What are you doing!!!’ Yolanda scre-med.
‘She threw herself over, not me.’
‘You are sick, Carlos!’ Carlos walked in.
‘Ted, why did you throw the innocent girl over her window? After mercilessly flogging her this morning?!’
‘You did what!’
‘I didn’t do anything,’ I was too flustered to even understand what was going on, I think it’s the tea. Carlos pulled her back into the room, she was shedding crocodile tears.
‘You are evil, I demand you apologize to her, now!’ Yolanda yelled.
‘No,’ I itched my head, I was confuse.
‘Then I will inject myself again because I’m tired of being your daughter!’
‘Fine! I’m sorry!’
‘Promise you won’t lay a hand on her ever again,’ she insisted. ‘Promise me!’
‘Whatever,’
‘Words,’
‘Yes, promise.’ Carlos chuckled, he was very much aware that the girl was faking but he will never seize at a chance to humiliate me. So, I didn’t just get pranked by a girl, I got scolded by a seven years old.
Just wow.
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
I love it when things always go my way, I’m lucky. I sat in the third living room after Yolanda’s lecture, eating the chicken wings prepared for Ted. It had been three days since I showed him that even if my charms didn’t work on him, it still worked on every other living soul. It’s funny though, he is literally the only one who hates me with so much passion….let me rephrase that, the only man who hates me. It was challenging, exciting and frustrating him more makes me feel damn good.
Over the past three days, we managed to see each other. He would always glare at me and mutter “witch” to my hearing and I would leisurely blew him a k-ss or wink his way. However, from the beginning of that day, he had been smirking at me evilly and it was highly suspicious. Like now, he was leaning on the doorframe with his hands in his pockets as he stared at me, that evil smirk still on his face.
‘Okay, why are you looking at me like that?’ I finally asked.
‘Oh nothing much,’ he said with a nonchalance shrug. ‘Just that the names Monica Sydney Carlisle is ringing a loud bell.’ My hand froze, mom?
‘And so?’ I asked, feigning indifference.
‘Hmm,’ he looked ahead with mock thinking. ‘I wonder how her daughter will react if she finds out that her mother is under my custody, I just wonder.’ My hands began trembling, my sweet mom.
‘Well, that’s her problem,’ my voice betrayed me completely.
‘I’m sure she won’t mind knowing the fact that I injected explosive into her mother’s system. Just one push of a button and she would pop,’
‘That’s mean.’
‘Poor Carolyn, under custody as well, that shouldn’t bother the daughter….’
‘You are just messing around,’ I said with an eye roll.
‘Do I look like I’m joking?’
‘Leave my mom alone,’ I whined. ‘Leave Carolyn alone too!’
‘If you really want me to send them back him and not press the remote, then you will do exactly as I say.’
I broke into a sob. ‘What do you want from me?’ I sobbed out. He swung himself off the doorframe and walked towards me with his hands still in the pockets of his joggers. He got to me and squatted, a very victorious smirk on his face.
‘From now on, you are my personal maid,’
‘Your what?’
‘You will tell Yolanda you willingly applied for the job, is that clear?’
‘Just your maid?’ I asked with a whimper, it wasn’t that bad after all.
‘Yes, a maid.’ Something about his sly smirk wanted me to reject, what are the odds of him really having them anyways. However, I wasn’t going to risk it, not at all. If he could shoot at me thrice, made me work my breath out and flog me, he is capable of doing anything.
‘And you promise to leave them alone?’
‘As long as you be a good girl, I won’t kill them.’ I sniffed and nodded.
‘Okay, I will do it.’
‘Good girl,’ he picked up a chicken wing and put it in his mouth. ‘Rule number one, you only get to eat once a day and that will be when I give you food….’
‘Aaah,’ I held my chest. ‘My heart, you just broke my heart.’
‘That is just rule number one. Two, avoid men….’
‘For what!’
‘Should I remind you that maids don’t speak? If you challenge me, you get your ass wh¡pped again, 10 strokes for one disobedience.’
‘And….?’
‘Three, when I speak, stare at your feet and not my eyes.’
‘I am not afraid of you,’
‘That’s your own shit, you must follow the rules.’
‘Maybe you should wisely make a book stating all the rules,’ I said sarcastically, with an eye roll.
‘Sweetheart, I already have,’ he stood up and cackled. ‘Your new uniform will be delivered to you, make sure you wear it.’ He winked at me and bounced off, that was only the beginning.
To be continued.