The Bound Bratty Brother

Chapter 4 - Netflix Without the Chill

I vigorously shook my head while pointlessly attempting to pleed through my overstuffed gag. I was understandably not at all interested in either option that I had been presented with.

"Don't start the pity party with me, Runt. You brought this on yourself," scolded Emma.

"We were just going to stop you from bugging us all night. But you just had to keep digging a deeper hole for yourself!" Explained Jen, with a tone of frustration in her voice.

They weren't wrong. Maybe my "bratty but adorable little brother" routine was finally running its course.

This wasn't the first time that my immature behavior and questionable social skills had caused others to lash out at me. Sadly, this isn't even the first time it has led to me being bound and gagged.

After triple checking my bonds, Emma turned on my TV and clicked on Netflix. She giggled as she selected the horror movie IT. She knows how much I hate scary movies and clowns!

Back when I was nine or ten, Emma made me watch that stupid movie right before Halloween. I had nightmares for weeks after. I will admit that to you. Now, Emma will try to tell you that I also wet the bed out of fear. That's just not true!

Anyway, since I could not physically stop this inhumane torture, I shut my eyes as tight as I could. I kept screaming into my gag to help block the sound of the movie.

"Ok! calm down, loser!" Laughed Emma. I opened my eyes to see that she switched the movie to the single greatest film of all time, Captain America: The First Avenger.

As the trio left to prepare for the next phase of their evil plan, Jen held my chin and looked me in the eyes. "Now you wait right here, cutie. And no funny business, or it will be a Pennywise marathon all night long!"

Once I was alone, I took the opportunity to test my bonds. After a few minutes of struggling, I was satisfied that there was absolutely no weak links. For a bunch of dumb smelly girls, they really knew their knots and knot placements.

Given no other option, I settled into the movie and eventually lost track of time.

Once the movie was over, I was left with a dilemma. Should I make noise and try to get the girls to come put another movie on, or sit in silence and avoid them for as long as I could?

Like someone was reading my thoughts, my door swung open. To my suprise though, it was not the girls.

Standing in the doorway was a teenage boy. He was tall and athletic looking. His blond hair was meticulously styled and faded. He had a Parkview Panthers hoodie on. Maybe he knew my friend Cole?

Either way, He looked as surprised to see me tied to a chair in my tighty whities, as I was to see him.

Who was this guy, and why was he in my house?!