So busy making sure
@tj_PE wasn’t up to something, they completed disregarded
@Spickett, who had come from behind with a curling iron. The iron, carefully heated to the max temperature of 400-degrees Fahrenheit, was clamped down on the front of their throat as
@Spickett jerked their head back by the hair. The thin skin began to blister at the contact, hair and tissue burning at the prolonged contact, and
@MEtoEE gurgled as they felt the heat literally begin to seep to the back of their tongue.
@Spickett lost their grip, resulting in
@MEtoEE's head to naturally snap forward to curl around the agonizing heat, but they were pulled back after a moment when
@Spickett waved their hand to get rid of the hair strands and chunk of scalp that had caught on their manicure.
@leggo PE approached from the front, expertly curled eyelashes fluttering as they held up the bottle of perfume. “Let me fix that for you. Freshen you up for Prince Charming,” They murmured beatifically, slowly pulling out the stopper for the perfume and they slowly, so slowly, pulled down the lower lid of
@MEtoEE's left eyelid.
Drip.
Drip.
Drop.
Went ‘Boyfriend’ by Kate Walsh.
A weird croaking came from
@MEtoEE’s throat as they attempted to gag around the smell and taste of the perfume, amber and pain flooding their senses as the stinging liquid rolled down the sides of their face and into the smoothed cavern of burn that now made up the majority of their neck.
@Spickett sighed as the iron pushed deeper, pressing against the delicate trachea that was now partially exposed. This was taking way too long, to be honest, and they were getting bored.
