“Can you put this on?” He asked as he handed me this retched piece of pink shit. I just looked at him and gave him the finger. He laughed and said, “Come on Indigo, humor me.” He threw it to me. I just looked at it. It made me ill to see the color. PINK! It is the ugliest color on the face of the planet. Only prissy faglets and stuck up bitches wear this color. I am neither of the two.
He started to walk out the door and told me that he wanted to see me in it. He had a surprise and it wouldn’t be much of one if I didn’t get the bikini on. I went into my bathroom and swore as I put the damn thing on. I looked ridiculous in the thing. I would have to smudge my body with fire to get rid of the total puke factor when I took it off just to make sure no residual pink shit was left on my skin.
I heard the front door slam, then the distinctive sound of a hard slap. I ran out of the bathroom and he was hovered over the couch hissing words at something. I walked around the couch and there it was. In almost the same damn bikini I had on. I gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled at me. I told him that I didn’t appreciate him bringing his playthings to my home, and he knows it. He just waved his hand at me in a dismissive manner and told me that this was just some harmless fun.
He told me to stand in front of it. I did so. It had a tiny trickle of blood seeping from the corner of it’s mouth. You could tell it had been crying a lot, and you could also see the slap mark across it’s face. He sat down and said, “Go on, touch it.” I moved my hand to it’s long hair, and it tried to fucking bite me! He laughed so damn hard. This made me pissed. He knew that it would do that. I walked over and punched him hard in the arm.
It made a run for the back door and he tackled it. It’s head made this awful crunch noise as it hit the hard floor. He kicked it right in the stomach. It started to groan, then he leaned down close to it, smiled and said, “Awww come on sweetie, it’s not so bad. Look at her over there, she is wearing the same thing you are, twins! I told you I knew someone who had the same bikini as you, and that’s why you came with me isn’t it? To meet the other girl that had on the same thing as you?” With that he yanked it up by it’s throat and my tiny little twin began to fight for her life.
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