ETHAN'S SWEET REVENGE
PART VI - WHAT GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN
Our poor, hopelessly mummified prisoner screamed to the top of his lungs, but even his loudest calls for help were being drowned out by the buzzing of my stepdad's toothbrush.
From the way he squirmed, coughed and tried calling for help, I knew we were pushing him to the very edge of what his body and mind could take.
The soft nylon bristles must've been unbearable against the underside of his bare soles, and the toxic fumes coming out of Kyle's battered Osiris shoe were strong enough to crush even the hardiest of spirits.
For someone of Hunter's humble size, the sickeningly potent stench festering in there must've been beyond comprehension. A mixture of blue cheese, mold, apple cider vinegar and musty dankness continued spilling out of huge, size 13 shoe. And poor, little Hunter was right above it.
The tickling lasted for quite a while and by the time I decided he'd had enough, the poor lad was left sobbing and choking on my hunky stepbrother's noxious foot fumes.
"
Uggghm! Ugghhmm! Mmmgghh!" came his desperate pleas and cries for help.
Had my stepdad been there, I had no doubt he would've intervened and put an end to our little game.
Hunter's potential saviour wasn't that far away either.
He was sleeping in the Master bedroom, down on the first floor.
The only thing separating us was a pair of doors and a flight of stairs.
If it hadn't been for Kyle, I'm pretty certain Hunter's screams would've woken up the Man-of-the-house by now.
Thankfully, the stupid bully wasn't allowed calling for help or alerting our dad about what we were doing.
Super muscular bad-boy Kyle had done a more than adequate job at taping his mouth and face up.
Poor Hunter.
No screaming. No talking. And definitely no calling for help.
I could tell by the way his eyes were shut tight and by the way his body convulsed that the little guy wanted to be sick. Unfortunately for him, Kyle wasn't the most merciful guy around and didn't appear the least bit moved by our captive's heart-wrenching screams.
In fact, my broad chested stepbrother was enjoying this so much that he reached for the part of the shoelace that he'd knotted around the bedframe, undid the knot and lowered our prisoner down a few inches before
knotting the sturdy cord back up.
Hunter was furious!
He probably thought he was gonna be freed or something.
But instead of being released, he was simply lowered down even FURTHER inside my big brother's giant skate shoe.
However angry he was feeling by that point, Kyle's toxic foot fumes made short of the little bully's temper tantrum.
With his upper body lowered inside the old trainer and his head barely a centimeter above it's heavily sweat-stained bottom sole, the poor guy was reduced to nothing more than a whimpering, choking mess.
Still, Kyle appeared completely unphased by the spectacle unfolding before his eyes.
"Haha. We should keep him like this all night." he laughed, causing me to smirk and chuckle as well.
I was expecting Hunter to scream in disapproval, but the little worm was obviously too busy trying to survive the inside of my stepbrother's foul-smelling shoe.
"Here, gimme that." the tattooed hunk suddenly demanded, reaching down for his dad's toothbrush and turning the dreaded thing on.
BBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ came it's signature buzzing sound.
A sound that would no doubt fuel Hunter's nightmares for the next decade or two.
I watched as Kyle lowered the spinbrush over our captor's feet and watched as Hunter's remaining willpower and strength was snuffed right out of him. Kyle was merciless and the powerful toothbrush performed admirably.
Luckily for Hunter, it was closing in on 1AM and my body was quickly running out of adrenaline.
So was Kyle's.
When it became clear that both of us were tired, my stepbrother offered to keep Hunter in his room for the night.
Part of me was tempted to say yes, but given how he was supposed to be MY prisoner, I decided to decline the offer and bring Hunter inside my bedroom instead.
Mummy-boi was then freed from the hangman's noose and handed over to me.
Kyle threatened the kid and told him that if he gave me any trouble during the night, he'd come over and personally make him pay.
You should've seen the look on Hunter's terrified face.
His watery eyes were bulging at the threat of being punished by Kyle.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined ever seeing the cocky bully being brought down so low.
This was better than what I'd imagined.
A LOT better.
After wishing Kyle goodnight and making way towards my bedroom, I walked over to the bed, tossed the little worm onto my comforter and grabbed one of my pillows before lowering it down on top of him.
The pillow wasn't heavy, but it would keep him from wiggling away and it would also muffle his screams out while I went downstairs to put my stepdad's toothbrush back where it belonged.
It's only when I arrived in the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror that I found myself recalling everything that stupid asshole had put me through.
How many afternoons had I arrived home from school and looked at myself in the mirror like this?
How many times had I ran up to my room and buried my face down inside my pillow?
Too many times.
This guy had turned my high school years into a fuckin' mess, and that was something I'd have to live with for the rest of my life.
True, I was getting some payback right now, but how can a day or two
possibly compare to three years of constant bullying and abuse?
Besides, I'm pretty sure Hunter was way more frightened of my stepbrother right now than he was of me.
The way he looked at Kyle, I knew he was scared shitless. He looked at him with both fear and respect.
When he looked at me though, I could see nothing but contempt in his eyes.
Even now, after all that we'd put him through today, his eyes betrayed a look of defiance when he looked at me.
The stupid prick wasn't sorry.
At least, not sorry enough.
You know what?
Screw this!
Being afraid of Kyle was okay. But by the end of the weekend, Hunter was gonna be afraid of ME as well.
I was gonna make him pay for all the stuff he'd put me through.
I was gonna make him suffer.
And so, after putting the toothbrush back where it belonged, I walked over to the far side of the washroom, opened up the laundry hamper and grabbed both of my stepdad's giant work socks.
He thought KYLE'S socks were bad? Oh, ho ho was he ever in for a shock...