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Did I die and go to my own personal hell?
As my eyes struggled to open, I found myself staring at the three wicked stepmothers. They were all sitting in a row on three chairs as I sat in the middle of a living room. Tied up. After being stabbed with some fucking needle.
“What’s going on?” I muttered, annoyed by the women in front of me. I glanced behind my back at what was keeping my hands tied up. “And fuzzy handcuffs?”
“Those are designer handcuffs,” Rosalina remarked. “Versace. Extremely exclusive.”
“Oh, please, Rosalina. We know you got those rip-offs from the New York alleyways. That’s not Versace, that’s Versac-no,” Catherine remarked.
“I know fake Malibu Barbie isn’t talking about rip-off products. Seeing how your nose is a rip-off of a Kardashian and your tits are a rip-off of Pamela Anderson,” Rosalina shot back.
Catherine sneered. “You are such a bitch. Do you know—”
“What the actual living fuck is going on?!” I shouted, making the arguments come to a halt. A wave of nausea hit me, but I pushed it down the best I could.
They all sat back in their chairs as if they were surprised by my outburst.
“You don’t have to yell,” Rosalina stated. “And the attitude isn’t really called for.”
“I’m handcuffed to a chair with my ankles tied after being stabbed with God knows what and kidnapped by three psychopaths.”
“You really aren’t a very nice guy,” Denise commented. “Besides, it was just a dose of ketamine. I got it from my doctor under the table. It knocks you right out, doesn’t it?” she said as if she was proud of being batshit insane.
I cocked an eyebrow. I tried to shift myself in the chair as a cramp crept up my arm. “Untie me.”
“We can’t,” Rosalina said. “I mean, we will, obviously, but we can’t now.”
“Why not?”
“Because, if we untie you, you’ll leave. And we can’t have you leaving…at least not yet,” she replied.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because based on the will, if you and Stella are apart for more than forty-eight hours, the contract is void, and the money is divided between the three of us,” Catherine explained, gesturing toward herself and the other two wicked witches of the west.
“You’re doing this for the money?” I questioned, stunned. “You literally kidnapped and drugged me…for money?”
“Obviously. When it became clear that you had no intentions of choosing any of us for the stepmother of the century award, we had to take things into our own hands,” Denise said.
“By kidnapping me and tying me up with fuzzy handcuffs.”
“Exactly.” She nodded. “Now, don’t think that we are evil for this, really. If you would’ve given us a chance, you would’ve seen the goodness in each and every one of us.”
It was kind of hard to see the good in insane women who went as far as kidnapping a person for money. Not much of a good girl angle to hold on to.
I thought about how I could get out of those handcuffs. I considered trying to stand and snap the chair in half, but it was made from metal, too.
“If you untie me, I’ll give you my portion of the money,” I offered.
“It’s a little too late for bargaining, Damian. Don’t worry. Forty-eight hours will be over before you know it, and you’ll be able to get back to your life before you knew any of us even existed.”
Just then, my phone began to ring on the countertop. Rosalina walked over and rolled her eyes. “That’s like the fifth time Stella’s called. Talk about co-dependency issues,” she said.
“Give me the phone,” I ordered, feeling a tightness in my chest.
Rosalina shook her head. “What? No way. You’ll get it after forty-eight hours. Besides, Stella needs to learn how to stand on her own two feet. This is the exact reason that Kevin and I broke up—because Stella was too needy.”
“Plus, you slept with Kevin’s best friend at the time,” Denise added in.
