Wendy's X Starbucks

Chapter 4

The door swung open as Wendy saw a hazy figure in black.

"W-who are you?!" Wendy grabbed the nearest knife to her and pointed it at the figure standing right in front of her. Then, the stranger sprayed some sleeping gas and Wendy dropped on the floor as the person started tying her up with thick rope.

"Mmm!!!!! Mmffff!!!!" Wendy wriggled and groaned, trying to break free from the rope tied around her while trying to talk with a layer of tape around her mouth.

The black figure approached her...closer. Step. Step. Step. The figure paused right in front of Wendy as she stared wide-eyed with nervousness.

"Hahahaha, what a lovely scent...so beautiful." The mysterious figure bended over and smelled her hair.

"Urrmm!!! Gvt avaey zu pdrrt! Uv shmrl lgk shdd!" (Get away you pervert! You smell like shit!) Wendy screamed in agony.

The black figure reached for its head, and pulled off a ski-mask and pulled off Wendy's tape around her mouth as she stared, blankly.

"R-R-RONNY?!  WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, GET ME OUT OF THIS THING YOU PHYCHO! Gahhh!!!!" Wendy shouted with anger.

"Shhh." Ronald McDonald took the knife off the floor Wendy had previously held in her hand before being tied up to a chair.

"Ronny, what the hell are you doing holding that knife?!" Wendy asked as she tried to escape from the sturdy rope.

"You'll see." Ronald brushed the knife against her face but didn't cut her skin, instead he pulled the knife towards strands of her hair. Chop! Small, red, thick hairs landed gently on his hand as he slipped them in his pockets and continued to sniff her. Then, he roughly squeezed her soft, pillowy breasts.

"Ahh!" Wendy shouted.

Ronald blushed and had a maniacal smirk on his face until he started undressing her while passionately kissing her lips.

To be continued...