It's been years. So many long years. The urge has come back, he can't just let it go this time. It makes him do things, bad things. Nobody could tell this war was raging on inside his head. He was the perfect neibor, a great friend, and in general a 'safe' person. Who would guess the torment that he went through every day, and every sleepless night?

It's been kept in the darkest parts of his mind, the most hidden for years. He had hoped it would never really surface. Then it did. One fatefull day, could you have guessed? She didn't belive it at first either, then the realtiy of the situation quickly became much more real than anything ever before.

As the story went, he was driving home from a rather brutal day at work. He's a prison guard. The inmates had been upto no good as per ususal, they took one of the new members of thier 'family' into a corner of the courtyard. Forced him to do things he didn't want to do. Everyone involved excpet for the fresh fish was quite happy otherwise. Oh, and the guards. They had to clean up the mess, beat them all soundly then send them to bed without dinner.

Thinking about the day, not really paying much attention to the road he saw her. Young, cute, and wearing a backpack. She was maby 11, just right he thought while pulling to a stop nearby. "Hey Alice! Come over here, your mum told me to give you a ride him" He shouted. Too bad for Alice, her mother had taken the care to write her name on her backpack...just in case.

"Who are you?"

"A friend of your mum, my name is Bill."

She slowly walked up to the car, checking out this 'bill' guy. Her mum had told her to be weary of strangers, even if they do know your name. "Elise was supposto pick me up, but she is late. Have you heard from her?"

"Yes, your mum called me to get you because 'Elise' can't make it"

Alice thought for a second, then decided he was a nice guy, he probably does know her mum. Anyway, it's not like he's scary or anything. To tell the truth he looks kina boyish. She gets in.

That was probably the worst decision she coulde have ever made. Too bad she didn't listen to her parents. Strangers can be very scary, even to the point of looking like very nice people. Never let that fool you.

Pulling out Bill decided to get her lost. That way she would have no chance of getting away if she got free. Not like thier would be a chance of that though.

"Where are we going? My house is the other way!" She asked with fear in her voice.

"You didn't really think I knew who you were did you? Fuck, I don't even know where you live you little bitch. Your mine now! Muhahaha!"

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"Do I look that sick? Nah, I just wana 'use' some of your 'skills', if you know what I mean"

Alice began to cry after hearing this, she heard storys about this sort of thing. Little girls who get kidnaped and never return home ever again.

Not long after Bill stoped the car on an old dirt road, then got out. He grabed some ducttape from the back seat, and tied poor Alice up. After she was unable to strugle, he got back into the car and drove back to his house.

Bill was luckey, he has an attached garage. It allows the transport of such 'bagage' much less noticable. Ever try to drag a screaming kid into a house without the neibors noticing all the way from the street? Don't.

Right off he had a plan. Leaving her in the middle of his kitchen, he went about securing all the doors and windows. Turning off all the phones so nobody would desterb his 'fun', then draging her into his bedroom. This is were all the fun began.

He took a knife from his belt, and began to cut her louse. Slowly, savoring every moment of her discomfort. "Stay here, and I'll be right back. I need to slip into something a bit more 'comfterble'" To Alice that last word sounded like the end of the world. She knew exactly what was going to happen. What could she do? She wasn't big, or strong enough to fight him. She decided to try to relax a bit.

The door opened up again, and Alice could barly keep still. It was one of the most fearsome sites ever. Eyes so young should never see such a site. She just stared blankly with her jaw droped halfway down to the floor.

A voice that she had never heard before came from his lips, she could barely contain herself. "Do you like the blue, or the red better?". He was talking about his shoes.

She couldn't stop laughing.

"What!?"

At this point she was curled up in a ball on his bed, clutching at her belly. Scary, yet one of the most entertaining things she's seen in a long time.

"Hmm, I take it you don't like either?" he said, rather depresed.

This was too much for her, she had to throw something in "NO! BLUE, BLUE! I LIKE THE BLUE!" she screamed. Unable to say it any other way clearly.

Going back into the other room, Bill changed again. This time into something even more hideous, but funny.

You can see the hell he put her through, he could have killed that little girl. Dying from laughter is not a laughing matter. Aside from that the fact that she never got to see her parents ever again. She was stuck in this hell of being able to do nothing but laugh. Bill spent the rest of eternity trying on badly fitting dresses, and having her give an opinion. It's enough to drive anybody mad.

And you thought this was going to be really bad, didn't you?

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