The Model
Chapter 2: Sewing With Maka
The mold and mildew smell of the basement was the first thing Kuzco noticed, followed by the tapping on the concrete floor. His vision was blurry; the pain in his shattered kneecaps was a stinging fire that brought tears to his eyes. Slowly he could make out the girl standing in front of him. Maka stood there in a leather apron and gloves, in her hands was what looked like a zipper and a needle and thread.
"Wakey Wakey, Kuzco!" Maka said as the artist stirred he looked at Maka, her blond hair and green eyes looked menacing in the shadow of the basement.
"What, what are you going to do?" He said as he looked at the table next to him. On the scratched and pitted wood was a variety of implements. Needles, exacto knife, piano wire, and a bottle of liquid with a skull and crossbones
"Dear god!" Kuzco said in a hushed whisper, Maka leaned forward and tilted his head up with her finger.
"No Kuzco, no god, just me." She said and let out a maddening cackle. She walked back behind him, grabbed his shoulder length hair, and tied it into a knot, with a hair band. Hooking an ornament hook on the end, she then strung a length of nylon cord on the hook and tied it to the bottom of the chair. His head was tilted back, he could hear the squeak of a metal cart roll behind him, and then out of the side of his vision could see the metal of the vise.
"Comfy?" Maka said as she stood over him, turning the crank. Kuzco felt the pressure on his head, as Maka made it as tight as she could. Kuzco looked at her in wide-eyed terror. "Now Kuzco, I have sympathy for people. After all, I made friends with Crona. However, rapists? None whatsoever, I am going to put you through the pain you put me, and probably some other girl through. Now let's put on some mood music shall we?" Maka said and pushed a button on a CD player. Roy Orbison came from the speakers, singing about a "Candy colored clown" Kuzco's body shook with fear as she laid the zipper over his lips. Kuzco tried to scream but the vise held his jaw. Maka plunged the needle in the upper portion of his lip then through the bottom, making a complete stitch. Kuzco tried to move his lips to form some sort of plea but Maka plunged the needle in again and fastened the zipper to his lips. She made the agonizing stitches, fastening the zipper until it was securely over his mouth. Maka released the vise and undid the cord allowing his head to slump on his chest. Kuzco's throat made gagging sounds. Maka looked at him and smiled.
"Aww, does the widdle pervert need to spit up?" Maka cooed. The zipper bulged painfully Kuzco let out a moan. Maka unzipped the artist's mouth. A small pinkish tan stream of vomit poured out onto the floor. Maka tipped Kuzco's chair over his face in the vomit. "Lick it up." She said then placed her shoe on the back of his skull. "Lick it up, or else I crush your fucking head!" Maka shouted. Kuzco licked the dirty floor, clean of his mess; he could feel the rough metal of the zipper on his tongue.
"Good boy!" Maka said giddily, clapping her hands and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She then leaned over Kuzco and smiled. "You're my bitch now!" She said and walked upstairs, she needed to do some looking around for evidence.
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