A believable wedgie story

The wedgies

*this is to all the people just skipping straight to this bit. Please read the other two parts for your sake. Atleast the one before this otherwise this will make no sense. It won't take long. Right now enjoy this chapter*

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As Amy kept an eye out for the other girls wondering where they were ,she sat down. Aimee was a brunette girl with longish hair and a bear face. On this day she was wearing a pair of Adidas black leggings with a black vest top on, a Calvin Klein cap and some Adidas Stan smiths. She was facing away from the girls in the bush behind her with the slightest sliver of a Calvin Klein waistband sticking out the top. She was on her phone facing out towards the tennis court behind the fence when the Asian girl whispered to the lightskin girl and Mrs perfect brunette. After a good 20 seconds of whispering all three of them emerged slowly and quietly from the bush leaving el and liz watching from a far. When in position the perfect looking brunette grabbed the white sliver of waistband revealing the grey panties while the other two grabbed her arms. As Amy struggled the two girls on the arms lifted a in pain Amy up with the brunette still grasping on the underwear. All shouting the three girls shouted now and it was like super human strength kicking in as her underwear finally got caught through a high enough hole in the fence. Mrs perfect brunette then balanced on a log and placed a lost tennis ball in the top. She then preceded to twist and twist until Amy was left dangling. Stepping back the three girls admired their work. They said
"OMG look at you you little rich kid with your Calvin Kleins. Who are you trying to impress"
"This is what you get for being late"
"We are going to leave you there for an hour and if your underwear rips then you won't move and text us immediately. See you soon you late bitch"
At this point Ella and Elizabeth emerged from the bush apologising to Amy and trying to reason with the girls. At this point the three perpetrators turned and threatened to do the same to them. At this point Elizabeth realised how embarrassing and painful this would be especially in her Daisy Duck panties which she realised were extremely stretchy on the way here. But Ella wasn't stopping even with the threat and reasoning from Elizabeth. Within the next minute El had joined amy hanging from the fence. El was the nice innocent friend of the group so she was wearing these bright green elastic panties. The three girls were now verbally abusing el.
"You're too nice el"
"The nineties called they want their underwear back"
"El this is why you will forever be lonely you bitch"
At this point Elizabeth had contemplated what to do. Should she run or should she fight?