Muahahahahahahaha!!!
Fang struggled against the ducktape that bound his hands behind his back. We were in the bathroom, Fang was propped up against the wall. He looked at eleven 年 old me.
"Mel! Let me go!" He shouted. I only giggled.
"Not untill I get your eyebrows!" I said, smirking, holding up the strip of cloth. His eyes widened. I giggled evily. Fang struggled even more.
"No! Dont touch my eyebrows!" He yelled, struggling, growling. I pulled the stick, half covered in sticky, hot wax, out of the bowl. Then spread it on two strips of cloth.
"Mel! Dont あなた dare!" He said. I giggled more, then...
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