This Means War

Corruption

"Hey, Anna, what's up?"

"Umm... you have a package, Mr. Stan." The girl nervously sputtered out.

"Sebastian." He corrected for what felt like the millionth time while he wracked his brain for what could have arrived. "Do you know what it is?"

"Umm... I... I think it's... personal."

"Personal? Did my mom send something?"

"I really don't think it was your mom."

"I need something else to go on, sweetheart." Sebastian sighed, switching his phone to his other ear.

"Uhh... it's... umm..."

"Anna, just spit it out." Sebastian coaxed gently.

"YourdildocameMr.Stan!" She blurted out all at once.

It took a second for him to even realize what she had said. It took even longer for him to figure out what had happened. That little demon.

"Oh, right. That. Ok, can you just put it inside with the rest of the mail? Thanks sweetheart." Sebastian replied calmly. He needed new friends. One of his current companions seemed hell bent on making his life miserable.

Sure, he could take the obvious, easy route and deny that he had bought it. He could be honest and tell his poor, innocent assistant that someone else had ordered it and sent it to his house. She probably wouldn't believe him if he did. No, she would most certainly think he was just embarrassed and trying to cover up his weird perversions or something. That would be exactly what his friend would want. Nope, not happening.

Instead he sent a text to his assistant, asking her to pick up some super glue. The devious wheels in his head were already turning.

She texted him back three times to confirm that he wasn't confused and meaning something else.

No, Anna, I mean super glue

It's not for me

Sorry you had to deal with it

So he waited. He bought his time until their next movie night. He never brought it up, he never let on what he was planning. She was completely clueless.

It took almost no time at all for her to end up passed out, curled up against his side. She'd had a lot of stunts that day, and was understandably worn out. That was when he decided to act. He carefully detangled himself from her, letting her settle back down into the warm spot he had just vacated.

It took all his self restraint not to hum to himself as he grabbed the superglue and admittedly large dildo from his backpack. The little demon never even stirred the entire time he secured her hand to it.

Once he was sure it was well attached, he stood behind the couch, gently taking his finger and just barely skimming up the side of her face. At first she only twitched, shaking her head a bit. He tried again, biting his lip in concentration. He needed to be firm enough for her to feel it, but still gentle enough to not wake her up outright.

She twitched again, then tried to swat away whatever was on her face, resulting in her slamming the dildo against her cheek and jolting herself awake.

"What?" Ellie groaned, blinking rapidly. The first thing she noticed was her friend fighting back laughter. Her initial reaction was to think the he had smacked her. Of course, he would never do that. Then, she noticed the heavy feeling in her hand. She looked down and instantly tried to drop the offending item, only to find her hand was stuck wrapped around it.

"What?" She mumbled sleepily, trying to shake it out of her hand.

"You enjoy that." Sebastian chuckled, patting her shoulder assuringly.

"What did you do?" Ellie asked, desperately trying to get it out of her hand.

"Returned the favor."

"What favor?"

"I know you sent that to me." Sebastian laughed, shaking his head at her guilty expression. "You traumatized poor Anna."

"I didn't mean for her to find it!"

"Well, she did."

"Staaaaaan!" Ellie groaned, doubling her efforts to remove the toy.

"Good night my little demon." He laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder and letting himself out.

Her angry threats being yelled after him were the sweetest revenge.