Anon - Not What You Wanted

>You snort, shaking your head
>This bitch be crazy
"Fuck no I don't mean it."
"You're a kid, and grown-ups can't have that sort of fun with little girls."
>Her face falls
>For a moment she looks like she's about to cry
>But then her brows knit into an expression of anger
>She stamps her foot furiously
>"Well, why did you say I could?!" she bellows
>"You're not supposed to make promises you can't keep!"
>You roll your eyes at her childish display
"Honestly, Sweetie, I was joking. I didn't think you actually wanted to."
>"Well why NOT?!" she squeaks, her voice cracking
>Facepalming, you rub at your forehead as you get your thoughts in line
"I dunno', Sweetie. Maybe because little girls don't care about that sort of thing?"
>But apparently that was the wrong thing to say
>Her face is contorted in fury
>"I'm NOT a little girl. I'm TWELVE!"
>You sigh
>If there's one thing you don't need right now, it's an argument with a preteen girl about whether she's little or not
>When she so obviously is
>You try to diffse the situation before her shouting draws too much attention
>Dismissively, you wave a hand over towards her two friends standing not too far away across the dance floor
"Look, Sweetie, i'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have said you could play with my dick."
"Just go hang out with your friends, alright? Have fun. It's what this dance is supposed to be about."
>Still glowering petulantly at you, she doesn't even reply
>She stomps off through the crowd to her friends
>You shake your head
>That was a ridiculous situation
>But you kinda' have yourself to blame on that one
>Whatever
>Everyone else at the dance seems to be having fun
>And you haven't seen any trouble so far
>That's what you like about high school dances
>Easy to supervise

>After your discussion with Sweetie, you could use a drink
>You make your way over to the refreshments table only to find it empty
"Damn"
>One of Sweetie's friends appears at your elbow
>"Here y'all go," she says as she pushes a drink into your hand
>"Mah cousin said she might come, so ah've been holding a drink for her"
>"Looks like she's done called things off, though"
>You take the cup gratefully, downing a large mouthful
"Thanks a lot," you say. "Too bad about your cousin, though"
>"Naw," the red-haired girl drawls, "This ain't really her thing, anyhow"
"Oh?" you ask, making conversation, "What does she- woah!"
>You get hit by a sudden wave of drowsiness
>Your vision blurs
>Your speech slurs
>And before slipping into unconsciousness, you feel three small pairs of hands grab you

>...

>You're not sure how long you were out
>But you feel cold
>Hear the wind rustling in the trees
>So you're not at the dance any more
>This isn't good
>You try to sit up and get your bearings, only to get jerked back painfully
>Apparently, you've been decked out with restraints on your wrists and ankles
>Set out on the floor, spread eagled
>The last thing you remember-
>Wait
>Fuck
>Have you been drugged and kidnapped?
>Nearby, you hear whispering voices
>"-and you just don't do that"
>"Ah know, ah get it, but what if he-"
>"Quiet! He's waking up."
>You recognise those voices
"Sweetie?"
>You croak, your throat is dry
"Is that you? Let me up!"
>Suddenly, the wind is knocked out of your lungs
>The pale little girl practically jumped on top of you, straddling your chest
>"I'm afraid I can't do that," she says with a sinister smirk
>"You still have a promise to keep"