Dare Kings

Chapter 5: Pranked

I quickly bolted back into the bedroom, seeking refuge behind the door.

My heart raced as the footsteps drew nearer, escalating my anxiety to an unbearable level.

Fuck!

Please, don't get caught!

Please, don't caught!

Oh God, please spare me!

Fuck! Fuck!

Through the small opening between the door and the wall, I cautiously peeked, only to swiftly withdraw my head, taking a deep breath as I caught sight of the familiar girl with beautiful melanin skin turning in my direction.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Her voice echoed through the room, as she entered one of the bedrooms adjacent to the one I was hiding in.

I silently prayed she wouldn't check every room, because if she did, I would be in serious trouble.

"I know Kung-Fu!" I heard her proclaim as she stepped into the very room I was hiding in. "Ah, no one's here, I guess. I'm going back downstairs."

Why was she speaking so loudly if she believed no one was around?

She claimed no one was here, yet her words seemed directed at someone present.

Confusion swirled in my mind.

Gradually, her footsteps faded as she descended the stairs.

Feeling a surge of relief, I cautiously stepped out from behind the door before proceeding to make my way outside when...

"BOO!" Out of nowhere, she appeared, sending shockwaves of terror through me.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed silently, clutching my hand tightly over my pounding heart, my back quickly pressed firmly against the wall I had desperately clung to, under the mistaken belief that she had left.

I thought she was leaving!

Fuck me!

"Okay, seems like you want to play it that way," she threatened, her words casting doubt on whom she was addressing since, from her perspective, no one was here.

Well, I was here, but she seemed oblivious to my presence. At least, that's what I believed.

"If I find a stranger inside my house, I'll knock you in the head, grab you by the nutsack and dick so tight that your marbles will be heard cracking-"

Oh shit!

At her merciless words I grabbed onto my balls, wincing in mental pain.

"I will squeeze it until your feet give out before twisting it all the way around that you'll feel as if it was being thorned from your body!" She uttered and I winched, sinking to the floor slowly with my back pressed against the wall and hands clutched over my dick and balls.

She was a menace to our men's society.

She was ruthless. She was a monster.

A vile monster!

Sweet Jesus!

"But...you won't think it will be thorned from your body because it will be thorn... literally!"

"Oh, Jesus," I whispered in fear, wanting to cry in despair that was happening mentally. "Not thorn off!" I breathed quietly, my heart suddenly hammering.

I should leave! I couldn't stay under the same roof as her!

She was evil.

"Hm," with that, her footsteps faded towards the stairs and down.