Grinch Night F/F

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Josie sat alone on her couch. A Christmas movie played on the TV. She barely paid attention to it. Her tree rested to the left of her TV. The presents she’d bought and wrapped for herself lay neatly arranged beneath.

Although she lived alone, she’d still dressed up for the occasion. She wore a festive green dress with a red collar, red tights, and grey Mary Janes. She’d even put a bow in her hair. It was red with a green strip in the center.

She doubted anyone would visit. Certainly not Santa. The only ones who knocked on her door were thieves or delivery drivers. A knock meant she’d either be fed or bound and gagged. She wasn’t sure which she preferred.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Had she ordered food? She couldn’t remember. It was Christmas Eve and everywhere was busy. She could’ve ordered food hours ago and forgotten about it.

Josie flattened her dress as she hopped of the couch and headed for the door. She was in a Chinese mood, but the pizza driver was cuter. Either would be enjoyable to her.

She didn’t bother to grab her wallet. It made them stick around longer if she had to grab it. They hated it but they didn’t like her anyways.

She opened the door and immediately checked to see what they’d brought. She glanced high for a pizza but found none. Glancing down for the Chinese food, she found a duffel bag.

Josie paused for a moment. The girl standing before her wore a red Santa dress, black tights, and bright green chucks. Her short, curly brown hair spilled out from beneath a red beanie. Deep blue eyes stared out above a half-face Grinch mask which grinned deceptively at her.

Josie saw stars before she felt the pain. The girl had punched her in the face, knocking her back into her apartment. She heard the door slam shut.

“Wha—“ she began, knowing exactly what was happening. Before the first word made it out, she felt a bandanna yanked tightly between her teeth.

“Shut up!” the Grinch snapped. She yanked hard on the bandanna and began to drag Josie across the floor. She wasn’t sure if the girl had missed her throat or wanted to ensure she was gagged as tightly as possible. Either way, it hurt.

“Nm!” Josie pleaded into the gag. “Jmt tmk whmt ym whmt…”

The Grinch stopped. Josie felt her knot the bandanna behind her head. She tried to close her mouth but her lips barely reached.

“Umph…mmph…”

The grinch yanked Josie’s hair. Angry brown eyes glared down at her. “I said shut the fuck up. I’m stealing your Christmas and you’re going to deal with it. You got it?”

Josie wrapped her lips around the gag and nodded.

“Good.”

She released her grip.

“Hmph…”

Josie felt her foot kick her side, knocking her over. She heard a chair dragging across the cheap linoleum floors of her kitchen. She glanced over and saw the kitchen chair resting before her.

“Get up here,” the grinch said, yanking her up by the hair.

“Mmmppphhh!” Josie pleaded into her gag.

She was roughly forced into the chair. The grinch unzipped her duffel bag. Bundles of rope spilled out onto the grey carpet.

“Don’t fucking move.”

She went behind Josie and secured her wrists. Returning to her front, she used another length to bind her ankles. Josie wondered if that would be it. The grinch did seem to be in a hurry.

No such luck.

The grinch wrapped another length of rope around Josie’s belly. She knotted it to her wrists and continued around. Ring-Around-the-Rosie popped into Josie’s head, feeling the ropes continued to wrap around.

Each time she thought the grinch had finished, she produced more rope and found somewhere else to secure further. By the time she finally exhausted her supply, ropes secured Josie’s chest—her heart had fluttered slightly as the grinch had done that part—been fed through the chair’s back, held her lap like a seatbelt, firmly held her legs both above and below her knees, and held her ankles back by her wrists.

“Umph…hmph…” she grunted into the gag. She tried struggling, but movement had become almost impossible. All she could move was her head. She watched helplessly as the grinch stuffed her duffel bag with her presents.

“Hmph…mmph…”

Josie tried to kick her legs. The rope tugged against her wrists. She felt the pain up to her shoulders.

“Shut up!” the grinch said. “I guess that gag isn’t good enough.”

She stood and walked behind Josie. She felt her fingers in her hair, picking at the knot. She wanted her to yank it again.

The gag loosened and Josie opened her mouth to let her remove it. She pulled it free with one hand and replaced it with a bright red ball gag with the other. She yanked it tight. Josie felt the leather straps digging into her cheeks and longed for the comfort of the bandanna.

“Agg…umph…”

She pressed her tongue against the silicone ball but it merely slid off. It wasn’t coming out until someone took it off.

“Mmmm…phmph…”

The grinch finished loading up her duffel. One present wouldn’t fit. She put it under her arm.

Walking over to Josie, she leaned down to look into her eyes. The green of her mask reflected off them.

“There better be some good shit in here.”

As if to emphasize, she gave Josie’s cheek a final backhanded slap.

“You can keep the ropes and gag. I’d say someone will free you soon, but I doubt it. You’re going to be here a while.”

With that final taunt, she was gone.

“Hmph…mmph…” Josie moaned, shifting her body the minuscule amount the ropes would allow.

The grinch was right. Nobody would be looking for her.