It was a quiet day at the Harpy household. I said it WAS.
"HEY! Give it back!" Heather Harpy screamed. The pink haired oldest yelled. At 16, you think she would be easy to handle? Heck no! She should come with a manual or something. Sporting her sky blue wings, it was easiest to blend in the sky. She also basically did anything and everything she wanted. Her claws didn't come with a warning label, as the house, was always in chaos.
"Ha Ha! Come and get it!" Snooted back, the middle harpy sister, Harper Harpy. She had her soft orange hair always in her face, and her green wings were hard to spot in trees or the grass. She kept her claws always to herself, but always was the one to annoy Heather first.
"Sis, can't you take a break already?" the youngest one whined. Helen Harpy was the nicest of the 4 siblings, but their brother was first to nothing in kindness. But where was I in the madness? You wouldn't believe.
"HEATHER! HELEN! HARPER! Get your sorry butts over here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Each girl froze in their tracks. They all dropped everything, and slowly flew to the closet in the hallway. Each girl gulped and opened the door. I stood and stared hard on each girl. I was currently in a Heather-made net, sporting her ropework on my forearms. More of her blue rope on my chest protector, keeping my arms tightly tied to the sides of my body, and my ankles tied together. Each girl, I knew, was planning something.
"Y-yes?" Heather replied scared. Of course, her way of saying Ha Ha! You fell for it!
"I don't think I have to explain. Do I? Now untie- Wait what is that for?" I said noticing Harper and Helen had sky blue duct tape in their hands.
"This? Oh its nothing." They replied together.
"Then what are you doin-mmmmph!" I said, and as soon as I spoke, they each shoved a piece of tape on my mouth. As if I was angry before, they topped it off with mummifying my ankles to my knees, then my forearms and fingers so I couldn't use my claws further, and my wings were taped together, and how I hate that blindfold.
"Now we get free time!" All three said in unison. They closed the door through my muffled protests and continued to play until dinner. They each had Harpy'os and milk. Then proceeded for bed.
God. They forgot again! I thought to myself, which I was in trouble after that, as the door opened, and I looked up expecting Heather, but all I got was some kind of rag with a sweet smell to my nose. I blacked out, and before I could partially see all three harpies sleeping on the ground.