KIM POSSIBLE: To Make a Better Bonnie, You Have to Break A Few Egos

AN: After writing something nice about Bonnie in my fic Ron's Dinner I decided to do something mean to Bonnie this time. Also rating a bit higher on this one, will get more violent later on.

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Bonnie opened her eyes but then quickly shut them again to try to keep out the harsh light that was assaulting her vision. After a moment or two she slowly opened them again and was able to keep them open this time as she began to lift her head up. About half way through the motion it occurred to Bonnie that she wasn't laying in her bed, or her date's bed, or even some motel bed for that matter, but instead she was in a sitting position as if she had slept in a chair. Trying to stand up proved futile as Bonnie soon discovered that not only were her arms tied together behind the back of the chair but that her legs were also firmly tied to the legs of the chair. Her struggles to attempt to stand up also made her realize something else, in the center of the seat of the wooden chair was a hole. The hole couldn't have been more than four inches across she guessed but it was how she was able to tell that the chair was made of wood that bothered Bonnie, she could feel the bare flesh of her buttocks touching the chair and could feel the grainy wooden material against her flesh. Bonnie felt a shudder come across her body as she imagined the creep who had removed her panties and tied her to the chair. After the shudder had passed Bonnie began to get angry and attempted to yell or scream in frustration but the gag that was in her mouth prevented anything more than a muffled sound to escape.

"Auughhh. Mppfhh. Moupfherr! Sovofubth!" After a few more attempts at screaming Bonnie finally stopped and admitted defeat. She was tied to a chair and there wasn't much she could do about it for now.

As her mind mulled this thought over she began to become aware of a few other things. The first was that for some reason only her panties that had been removed, her cheerleader skirt, shirt, and bra were all still on and appeared to be undisturbed. Another small shudder passed through Bonnie as she wondered if maybe her capture had a cheerleader fetish. The second thing she noticed was that the room that she was in was quite bare expect for the chair that she was tied to, another chair that was in front of her, and a small table to her left. The table didn't have anything on it, but this only served to make Bonnie's imagination run wild with just what sort of items could be placed on said table. After a few moments of nearly inducing herself in to a state of panic; Bonnie finally managed to calm down enough to take notice of the rest of the room. The room was well, if harshly, lit by a single light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. There was also a small window that was blacked out with what looked like paint, so she had no way of knowing if it was day or night outside.

As a way to help pass the time Bonnie tried to remember every detail that she could of the events before she was kidnapped. She had seen enough crime shows on TV to know that a detailed description of events helped the police to build a case to put the criminal way. Thinking back to before she woke up Bonnie remember that she had agreed to go on a date with the new wide receiver for the Middleton football team Flash Thompson. Although he had a slightly goofy name, but no more than Brick, and was just a sophomore at the school he was considered quite hunky by most of the girls. Not only that but his parents were rich, as evidence by the shiny new sports car he drove to school everyday and was on the starting line up of the schools varsity football team. The fact that a mere sophomore was on the same starting line up as Brick Flagg made the young Flash quite desirable. And fate seemed to favor Bonnie as she and Brick had broken up at the same time that Flash had broken up with some silly little freshman he had been dating. Wasting no time to get back at Brick Bonnie had asked Flash out and he had agreed to take her to the carnival that was in town that weekend. Bonnie wanted Flash to wear his jersey while she wore her cheer outfit so there would be no doubt in any one's mind that they were the right kind of couple. Not wanting to have her new date interrogated by her family Bonnie had convinced Flash that they should meet in the school's parking lot and then he could drive them to the carnival. In fact Bonnie had been waiting for her date and hearing what sounded like footsteps approaching from behind her she had just crushed out her cigarette when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her body. At first Bonnie began to smile as she thought that maybe Flash was trying to be playful and or seduce her, but when a cloth came over her face the cheerleader knew that something was wrong. She struggled and kicked and attempted to scream but the cloth was covering her mouth completely preventing any sound from neither escaping nor letting any fresh air in to her lungs. The more Bonnie struggled the more difficult it became for her struggle as she felt her body getting weaker and weaker and her vision was getting dimmer and dimmer. Bonnie couldn't remember any more than that but she hoped that other details would come back to her eventually as she sat and waited.

After what seemed like hours, not that Bonnie had any sort of frame of reference for time thanks to the blacked out window, the door to the room opened. Bonnie couldn't see this as she assumed the door was behind her but she could hear the hinges creak and sound of someone walking in. After a few seconds Bonnie was able to finally see that it was a man who had walked in to the room, a man with a familiar face. It took only a few more seconds before Bonnie was able to place where she had seen this face before. It was him, the loser from school that she detested.

"Hello there Bonnie. Are you comfortable?" The man asked, his voice some where between being soothing and condescending.

Bonnie could only make a muffled mumbling sound as she tried to speak through her gag.

"I'll take that as a yes." The man said as he pulled up the chair that was in front of Bonnie and proceeded to sit down. "I bet your wondering why I kidnapped you and what you're doing here?"

Bonnie just glared at the man. But the glare didn't seem to faze the man as his brown eyes never deviated from staring at Bonnie's face.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to take advantage of you or do anything sexual to you. You're just not my type, and frankly I wouldn't touch you if you were the last woman on earth. You see Bonnie Rockwaller, you repulse and disgust me." This last statement came out not so much as a statement but more as sneer that dripped of hate.

"No Bonnie Rockwaller, what I have planned for you is much better." The man's voice increased in pitch slightly reflecting his increased excitement at what he had to say next. "You see you have a reputation at school for being a mean, vindictive, snooty, stuck up bitch. A well deserved and completely true reputation mind you. But then again most cheerleaders do. You see Bonnie I intend to fix that, by fixing you. And to do that I need to change your attitude."

Bonnie was surprised by the man's statement. She had expected a lot of things, a lot of vulgar things about what he was going to do to her body. But not this.

"Yes I know your surprised, but don't worry, you'll get used to it. Heck you might even like the new Bonnie. I know the world at large will." As he finished his monolog the man stood up and walked behind Bonnie.

At first Bonnie tensed as she thought he was about to do something repulsive to her, but she was taken by surprise by his next statement.

"Unfortunately I do have to go to school now, but when I get home tonight I promise that we will begin your training. Because the sooner we start the sooner I can fix you and the sooner I will let you go."

With that Bonnie heard the door behind her shut and she was left alone in the harsh light with her thoughts, and the main thing she kept thinking was what she had done to earn this fate. Yes she did know who her captor was, he was a fellow student with her at Middleton high, but she couldn't figure out what she had done to provoke this kind of response from him. Bonnie knew that she had tormented the guy, but no more than any other student she ever tormented. Still for some reason he had singled her out for some sort of deranged revenge scheme of his. Internally Bonnie sighed at how this almost sounded like any one of the various criminals that Kim Possible dealt with. Kim. Kim was Bonnie's best hope of rescue. This fact caused Bonnie to feel even more depressed than she had before.