Date: October 2015
About three weeks after Story 8 Birthday Surprise
22 years old
Disclaimer: Trigger Warning! I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.
The sound of the camper door opening jerked Elizabeth out of her deep sleep, and she looked around in a daze, wondering what was happening. When she glanced at the clock that was beside the bed, she noticed that it was only eight in the morning.
He's back already? she questioned in her head, knowing that it had to be her husband since her parents usually knocked if they needed her.
The girl sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she called out," Work was slow?" Her husband went into work at five every morning, but when they were slow for a few hours, they usually let him go home early.
But there was no reply. "Baby?" Still no answer. She was starting to worry. "A-Are you okay, baby?" she stammered as she threw the blanket off her.
Suddenly, both doors were pushed to either side, but her husband wasn't standing there. What surprised her was that at first she thought they opened all by themselves, but when she looked closer, she noticed a flash of orange.
Then the cartoon jumped up, landing in front of her on the bed. "I'm fine, baby," he replied to the question that was meant for her husband as he grinned evilly at her.
Elizabeth screamed and moved away from him, feeling her heart beat faster when she remembered what had happened a few weeks ago.
"Shut up!" he snapped at the girl, glaring in her direction, and she realized how upset he must be because his original plan to hurt her failed when Mr. Perfect and Mr. Impossible came to her rescue, which ended with the best friends running away like cowards.
She found herself gazing past her ex-boyfriend to the back of the camper where the four bunks were, but he suddenly jumped back into her vision, seeming to read her mind when he said," Nobody's gonna save you this time," as a smirk crossed his face.
She gasped. "W-What have you done to Mr. Perfect?" Where was the father of her son? Was he safe?
The Mr. Man rolled his eyes. "We did nothing to him," he replied, but the hint of laughter in his voice made her unsure if she should believe him. He looked her over, hatred blazing in his gaze. "I see you are still wearing that stupid shirt," he growled, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the shirt that told everyone that she was Mr. Perfect's property. "Why display something so untrue?"
The girl only lowered her head, not answering his question as she wondered where Mr. Perfect was. If he ever needed to show up, it would be now. There was no telling what Mr. Small had planned next.
Suddenly he moved closer to her, sitting on the bed beside her and putting his hand on her leg. This brought back so many unwanted memories of all the times he would scoot closer to her and beg her to do things with him. Now, she pulled away from him, very uncomfortable.
He sighed but continued to stare up at her. "I'm going to give you one last chance," he told her in a soft voice that also had a warning to it.
"To do what?" she questioned, knowing that she shouldn't do anything he wanted her to do, but she was too curious not to ask.
"To come with us," he answered, his eyes turning hopeful. "Come stay with us in our world, and if you do, you will be treated like the princess you are. I'll make sure nobody ever hurts you," he added, moving even closer to her.
I doubt that includes you, she sighed inwardly, but she decided to keep that to herself. "And if I say no?" she asked instead, glancing down at him.
He was silent for a few moments. "Then we will take you by force," he finally replied evenly. "But be warned if we have to do that, I'll be sure to make your life a living hell," he went on, not looking away from her even for a second. "It's your decision."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to point out that for almost two years after they broke up, she felt like she was in an everlasting nightmare. She was always scared that he was around every corner, just waiting to attack her again. And now that he has returned, he brought those feelings back to the surface. But she quickly decided not to mention all this to him, knowing he wouldn't care. "And if I refuse altogether?" she inquired, moving away from him. "If I just want to stay here?"
Mr. Small shook his head. "That's not an option," he said. "Either come willing or have us drag your ass to our world." His eyes narrowed. "Pick one."
"Hmm." The girl pretended to think about it, but suddenly she pushed him away, quickly grabbing her phone that was beside the bed so she could call for help. Then she headed to the door of the camper but skidded to a halt when she found herself staring at the receiving end of a gun that was pointed directly at her by her ex-boyfriend's best friend.
"I thought you might make this difficult."
Elizabeth turned back to see Mr. Small standing on the bed, glaring at her. "I'm sick and tired of all these games," he continued in an annoyed tone. "You are coming with us, like it or not."
A voice in her head was screaming at the girl to run away, but Mr. Nosy was blocking the only way in and out of the camper with a gun in his hands, ready to put a bullet in her head if she made the wrong move. When she looked at him again, though, she noticed the uncertainty in his gaze for the first time as he held a shaky finger over the trigger.
Carefully Elizabeth slipped her phone into her pocket and took a step back, not liking how close the gun was to her face.
"We won't hurt you if you don't fight us," the small man promised, and when he said that, the girl thought she saw a flash of relief cross Mr. Nosy's face, but she wasn't sure.
With a sigh, she nodded and gave in. "Okay."
"Wonderful." Mr. Small hopped onto the floor and went over to join his friend. The satisfied smile on his face vanished as he looked over the girl. "That shirt has to go," he growled, pointing to it.
With the gun in one of his hands, Mr. Nosy reached over to remove the shirt, but the girl quickly took a step back, suddenly realizing what they'd see if they took it off.
"You promised not to fight," Mr. Small reminded her in a harsh tone. "Now let him get rid of it; I never want to see it again."
Elizabeth gave him the best pleading look she could manage. "P-Please let me do it," she begged. Even though they've already seen her bare breasts, she didn't want to undress in front of them.
The small Mr. Man stared at her for a long moment as if he was thinking about it, but then he shook his head. "Don't think so," he finally replied. "I don't trust you not to pull some kind of trick." He gestured to her, and before she could stop him, Mr. Nosy yanked the shirt painfully over her head.
The next thing she knew she was standing in front of the cartoons with her chest exposed. She gasped as she tried to cover up, uncomfortable under their gazes, but the light green Mr. Man yanked her toward him.
Mr. Small must have noticed the same look in Mr. Nosy's eyes that Elizabeth did, because he shook his head and growled," Later."
What he said made her suddenly wonder what they had planned for her in their world, and knowing what they only seemed to care about now, just one thing came to mind. They want me as their sex slave! Just the thought of that made her want to fight to escape, to try to make a run for the door and find help, even topless.
But she knew if she stepped out of line, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot her and leave her lifeless body here for her husband to find.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she realized that she'd never see her husband again, never hear his voice again or feel his arms wrap around her as they cuddled in bed. She was distracted from thinking about that when she noticed the blurry figure of her ex-boyfriend heading to the trash can with the shirt in his hand at the same moment a voice beside her made her jump.
"Crying won't help you."
Mr. Nosy's comment made her touch her cheek, surprised to feel the wetness rolling down her face, and her legs suddenly felt like they were gonna collapse under her. Just thinking about what her life was about to become made her want to take the gun from Mr. Nosy and end it right there. But she didn't think she had the guts to do that.
The small Mr. Man returned to the others just as Elizabeth wiped away her tears. "Okay, time to go," he announced.
"Wait!" she called them back when they turned to leave the camper, and they looked back at her. "C-Can I please put on a-another shirt?" she stammered, not wanting to draw attention to herself by walking outside topless.
Mr. Small was silent at first until he finally nodded and then quickly said, "But I'm picking it out."
Sighing miserably, the girl followed him to the back room, standing aside as he went through the basket where the married couple kept all their clothes. She just barely caught a glimpse of their cat, Misty, hiding in the corner of the top bunk like she was scared of the cartoons.
Elizabeth found herself glancing over her shoulder to see Mr. Nosy staring at her with what looked like a regretful expression on his face, but he looked away before she could be sure.
"Now you're just trying to piss me off."
Elizabeth turned back to Mr. Small, surprised to see him holding up the sky blue shirt that had a picture of a Mr. Man called Mr. Grumpy on it.
Lowering her eyes, she avoided looking at him, and she gasped when he angrily pushed her aside to go throw that shirt away as well.
All she could do was watch him with a heavy heart, wishing he'd come to his senses and realize that what he was doing was just reckless and ridiculous.
Finally, he found the girl's black tank top and roughly handed it to her. "Here," he grumbled as he jumped off the step in the back and walked over to his best friend, clearly furious.
Once she had the top on, Mr. Nosy opened the door, and Mr. Small hopped out of the camper. As she hesitated, the light green Mr. Man stabbed the gun painfully in her back.
"Go," he ordered as he made her stumble to the door, but she was able to catch herself before she fell.
Right as she turned her head to look at him, she caught a flash of black-and-white as Misty darted under Mr. Nosy's feet, heading straight to the open door where she didn't even stop.
"No!" the girl gasped as she ran after her, but she was pulled back by Mr. Nosy when they were outside.
A familiar voice spoke from behind her. "She's gone," Mr. Small remarked, and Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at him to see the smile on his face; he obviously found it funny that she just lost her cat. The girl wanted to go looking for Misty before she got herself hurt since she's never been out of the camper before, but after Mr. Small growled, "Let's go,". Mr. Nosy jabbed her with the gun again and made her follow the small man.
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