BY: Me
RATING: R
SUMMARY: They only ruin the story...
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own the show. Ask again when Disney's conspiracies send it down the toilet.
"You...call this 'saving' me?" Strength from his memories of Jack was allowing Clu to speak more clearly now.
"Yeah, well, obviously I needed to restrain you and break your spirit so you wouldn't try running away again." Clu shot her a look. "Well just for that, I'll start working on your legs."
Becky pulled Clu's shorts off him, which was easy to do since his hands could form no resistance.
"Oooh! Commando-style. Well, you're right, it is a little cold in here so I'll let 'Not-so-Li'l Clu' go back under the blankies." Becky cut the legs off the pair of shorts that she was holding. Sliding them up to Clu's knees, she planted a kiss on 'Not-so-Li'l Clu.' "Hopefully, I'll see you again later." And she slid them up.
Clu looked mighty strange then. Dried blood left streaks down his smooth, tanned body, with streaks through that where his tears had washed it away. His shorts were barely a foot long now.
This shouldn't be happening to me. I'm supposed to be the fun one who everyone loves. Why would anyone want to do this to --"
Becky was cutting again. This time, she traced the length of Clu's femurs along the inside of his legs. Clu was gasping in pain and she knew that he wasn't liking this anymore than she did, but it had to be done.
"Please! Stop!" Clu was sobbing now. "What do you want? I'll do anything!"
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again." She kept on slitting. The smooth red liquid was flowing down his legs, getting caught in between his toes before finally landing on the cement floor.
"I mean it! I have no desire to leave!" Clu wept.
"Really?" Becky looked up at the heaving, almost lifeless form above her.
"Please..."
Becky stood back up, holding the knife on Clu's shoulder, close to his neck and was about to reach up to untie him when the door flew open.
