Cookie's standpoint
I tapped my foot angrily as I stared at my new uniform, my whore uniform. I wanted to cry, I would probably never be able to bend with the length of the dress and of course, I could see my boobs winking at me. He definitely knew that such clothes would make me look slutty, and I hated it with passion, but the question is: How did he know? No one ought to know except me and… Ursula! That bitch ratted me out! Told him about mom and Carolyn!
'Urgh!!!' I screamed, tugging at my hair. First time I trust someone with a secret, and she couldn't keep her big mouth shut? I will never rat someone out like that! I took in a deep breath, my mind already calculating how to beat her until she dies. Because of
Cookie's standpoint My heart painfully rammed against my rib cage, the sound reaching my ears and resonating in my mind. My throat suddenly felt dry with each dangerous step he took towards me. I tried to ignore it by faking oblivious, quietly trying to start the vacuum. But because of my trembling hands and my panicking brain, nailing the tasks was as difficult as giving stupid people respect. The most frightening thing was how hot I found the whole situation. It made absolutely no sense, but try telling your stubborn body and brain that. Within the brief twenty seconds of him taking his time to advance to my position, my mind already constructed sexy images of him. Ted in a hot mankini.
Yolanda's standpoint I stared at dad as he stared back at me with his cold look, the one he uses on every other people but me. Since what happened two days ago, he had been quiet, locked away and obviously thinking. The next thing I knew, I was here. He sat behind his office table, his palms folded under his chin and lips pressed into a thin line; he was terrifying me. 'Dad, are you going to speak now?' He remained mute, his gaze turning colder and sharper. 'Please? My teacher is waiting for me…' 'You wouldn't be having any lessons today, I cancelled it.' 'Why?' 'Yolanda, wi
Okay, since it's just to kneel, nothing bad will happen, right? Right. I went on my knees, dragging my dress down. 'This is humiliating,' I cried. 'I don't like kneeling.' 'You haven't started yet, bebè, now come closer.' 'I should do what?' He used his finger to gesture for me to come closer. 'Come closer,' I rolled my eyes and crawled closer but stopped at a safe distant. 'Not close enough.' 'Why do this? Why not punish me?' 'At first I wanted to, but then I thought why do that when the best way to break a woman's confident is through sexual harassment.' He said with a shrug. 'So let me get this straigh
Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I rubbed my eyes, it pricked with an uncertain pa… Ah! Tears! I cried myself to sleep last night because I felt like shit, a completely worthless piece of shit. I would have slept good a little, but along the way, I had a nightmare about Ted killing mom and Carolyn and selling off Ursula. Then the dream changed, and his dick was chasing me until I fell into a pool of his sperm. That is the worst way to dream! 'I hate my life,' I sighed, sitting up to get off the bed. I threw the blanket away and stood on my feet… My morning stretches are very important. I did some few stretches before deciding to take a run or meditate, so I dressed
Some people just don't know how to respect themselves. 'What's your name, bitch?' I rolled my eyes to Ted and gave him a “he's daring me” look. 'Perry, let's go.' He said calmly.Wow, he's actually listening to me? 'Hmm,' he looked at me one more time, I couldn't help the scoff that escaped my lips. I looked over at Ursula, who was busy having this “moment stare” with one of the men. He was tall, gold hair dye that matched his golden brown eyes and was quite muscular. He was the perfect Ursula kind of guy. Then it struck me. I knew him, I fucking knew him! I bent my face down to avoid him. 'This way, please,' Carlos called out. I sighed with relief after they all left, I eyed her.
Cookie's standpoint I whimpered with eyes still shut. I moved my legs and it hurt so bad. I huffed out a breath as memories of the previous night stormed my head, what a wonderful way to end my day. I sat up with a yawn, then smacked my lips and removed some strands of hair from my mouth as I opened my eyes. That's odd, this room looks different. I looked around the room and furrowed my brows, really odd. I looked to my left at the tiny hand holding mine, Yolanda was fast asleep. 'Hey,' I didn't need to look
Ted's standpoint I tapped on my computer meticulously, at least trying to be meticulous about it. How do you tolerate someone just sleeping across your working table singing "I'm bored, Teddy, I'm so fucking bored" repeatedly. Even when she dozed off, her lips were still chanting the same thing over and over again. Bruce carried her to my office because he claimed she won't stop screaming, demanding and crying that she was brought here. I don't blame him, I'm the only one I know –so far– that can snub her adorableness and pettish behavior. The worse is she was always whining about hunger every one hour, her future husband –if I let her have one– will suffer if she ever gets pregnant.
'What ya doing?' She asked buoyantly, great, she's back. 'Nothing that concerns you,' 'You look worried, can I help?' 'No.' I deadpanned. 'Come on, two heads are better than one,' 'I rather shoot the extra head,' I said unenthusiastically. 'Oh come on! Getting my help won't kill you. Stop being a sponge brain and let me help you, I have a very commended IQ.' 'No,' 'Please?' 'I said no!' I yelled, slamming my fisted palms on the table. She flinched, pouted and looked at her food, chewing down on her bottom lip. That'll shut her terribl