forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xii. *67

"hey it's max um, i don't have time to answer your call right now because i'm busy boning your mom HAGAHA- but um, yeah just call me back"

seems like someone didn't learn from his prank calling days. what idiot doesn't put *67 when they call someone who doesn't want to be called? but most importantly, how did this fucker get my phone number?? i never gave it to him?? i only told him my instagram..

whatever, that's not the point. i have to get ready.

i go into the bathroom and brush my hair, then pick up a tube of mascara, and set it back down. i don't need this for today, i don't really care that he'll see me without makeup. i don't respect him.

i then walk over to my closet and start to pick out my clothes. i reach for a black camisole but then hesitate. i don't want to give this.. this thing any more spank bank material. i instead pick through the clothes i never wear. long sleeves, turtlenecks, hoodies.. everything a stage 4 slut despises. i pick a cropped black and white checkered turtleneck and put it on. i look in the mirror and.. man this thing must've shrunk in the wash. that or my tiddies grew 2 cups since i last wore it. either way, this is still way too raunchy. it barely even goes past my nips, revealing a whole inch of underboob. i don't feel like tugging this tight-ass turtleneck off, so i'll just throw a jacket on top. 

"hey kitty, beat it" i tug a flannel out from underneath my cat "mioww!!" she whines

"yeah yeah, well i'm not too happy either. you shed all over my flannel babes!" i hold the black flannel up, thinly coated in a layer of brown and white cat fluff. i pat her head "i love you girl, but damn are you hairy"

i dust off the fur and toss it over my turtleneck and look in the mirror. 

eh, its an improvement. i just need to button it up a bunch then we'll be golden. i change out of my sweats and put on some ripped black jeans coated in (yet another) veil of fuzz and fur. i walk downstairs to see my mom spreading cream cheese on a bagel

"oh hey! aren't you up early?" she says cheerfully

"yeah hi good morning, um y/f1 is having a little uhh.. get together today. can i go?" i tap through the lyft app

"uhm yeah sure, where is it at?" she sets down her butter knife and puts a hand on her hip

"oh it's just at their dad's place.. he has a new apartment. i already have a ride, you don't need to drive me. their dad is picking me up at like 9:30" i pay for my ride

your driver is in a green pt cruiser

"okay well, i hope you have fun sweetie" she smiles and then resumes creaming her bagel

i walk outside and wait for the car to roll up and begin fucking around on my phone.

9:46 am

when's this dude gonna get here..

i check back on the lyft app and.. huh

your driver is in a white nissan NV

i guess that last one bailed on me. whatever, let's just hope the driver doesn't have "FREE CANDY" painted on the side of his van

*honkk honkk*

a white van rolls into my driveway

"i'm here, i'm here!" i shout while running up to the car

"doors open" a deep, muffled voice says

i open the door and hop in the back. all of the seats are down except one. that's totally not sketchy at all..

i buckle in and he starts driving

"so uh, where ya headed?"

"oh um, louis & family motel. the one near burger king" i reply

i hear a small chuckle and feel eyes staring at me. my driver is looking in the rearview mirror, black ray-bands hiding his eyes

yeah, this dudes a little creepy. the motel isn't too far away and he's probably just looking at the cars behind us.. except we're on an empty road. whatever, i'm probably overthinking this. i go on my phone and play cut the rope.

10:02 am

we roll into a small wooded area and i hear the breaks come to a halt

"uhm, what happened?" i look around from out the windows. we're in the middle of nowhere.

god, i'm about to die.

"ran out of gas. i have an extra tank in the back." my driver unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door. he walks around to the door opposite me and gets in. i hear him rummage around the back of the van for a bit then it stops.

i feel a strong arm wrap around the seat and around my neck.

"w-what the ff-fuck.." i struggle out, tugging on his arm, trying to gasp for air

"shhh, it'll all be over soon.." he whispers into my ear

i look up to the sunroof, my vision slowly fading to black.