Chapter One-hundred Twenty-Four: Brashley

Chapter 124

Brashley

Brashley jumped up and landed in front of Jaxon, Celeste, Tristan, and Deimos with a great thud. Craig and Makayla yelled over the speaker.

Craig: “YOU CUNTS ARE GONNA GET IT!”

Makayla: “This is for stealing my pigface pothole’s spotlight!”

The robot pig oinked and marched to them.

Deimos: “Take cover!”

He ordered.

Craig: “Uh, which button do I press, Kayla?”

Makayla: “That one! It reminds me of Ashley’s big, big butt.”

Giant missiles came out of the robot pig’s ass and hit the east wing of the school, blowing up that part. The four took cover behind a car as debris flew in their direction. Jaxon held Celeste protectively, and Deimos held Tristan protectively.

Craig: “Oops!”

Tristan: “OOPS?! You probably killed people!”

He rose and screamed.

Craig: “Oi, shut up, ice cunt! I ain’t fuckin’ stupid!”

Brashley oinked, and rapid shots came out of the pig snout at the four.

Jaxon: “JESUS!”

They ducked behind the car as the rounds blew off pieces of the car. The robot pig squatted, and out came landmines all over the road that exploded. As the school erupted into flames, the fire alarm went off, and the students, teachers, and chaperones ran out screaming. Brashley trotted toward them. Tristan rose, shot his hand out, and a giant pillar of ice shot up, taking the robot pig.

Makayla: “Nice try, Tristan, but your ice is no match for Brashley! That reminds me, I want to stuff my pigs with some ice cream!”

The pig jumped off the pillar and landed on some people, killing them.

Tristan: “They’re killing people and more than that thing Ichiro made!”

He snapped.

Deimos: “Well, when you hand an atomic bomb to a monkey or two monkeys.”

He said dryly.

Craig: “OI! Shut the fuck up, Deimos! I ain’t a fuckin’ monkey, ya traitor!”

The pig snout fired rounds at Deimos and Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Get the fuck away from us!”

The two ran as the pig fired rounds at them.

Celeste yanked an oak tree out of the ground, ripping it from its roots, and swung it at Brashley, knocking it over. The robot pig squealed as it lay on its back.

Makayla: “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Craig: “Fuck you, Celeste! You’re dating a homewrecker and you always had your paws on my Fab!”

He snapped, and the robot pig landed on its hooves. The robot pig opened its mouth and shot out a giant laser beam at Celeste. She gasped and leaped out of the way as the laser beam hit the school, blowing it up completely. Celeste grabbed Jaxon and jumped behind a car with Deimos and Tristan. Tristan put up an iceberg as debris flew out, breaking off chunks of the ice. Deimos held Tristan close to him, and Celeste held Jaxon close.

Craig: “Uh, oops!”

He laughed a bit.

Craig: “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s wicked sick!”

The four slowly rose to see the school completely in flames. There were chunks of rock, brick, glass, dead bodies, smashed cars, and limbs all over the area. They saw people engulfed in flames fall over burning to death. Tristan cupped his mouth. Jaxon watched it in shock. Deimos glowered at the robot pig. Celeste blinked and started thinking about how Makayla ruined Jaxon’s reputation and sent her to get compensation for it.

Celeste marched up to Brashely.

Jaxon: “Celeste?! What are you doing?!”

Celeste: “You… You fucking bitch, Makayla.”

She growled.

Makayla: “What now?!”

Celeste: “YOU ruined Jaxon’s reputation when YOU drugged him and tried to kill him and had the balls to send me for your bullshit compensation!”

She barked.

Makayla: “Oh, well, I wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t steal Brad’s spotlight!”

Jaxon: “I didn’t steal his spotlight, bitch! You ruined my rep!”

Celeste: “I’m going to fuck you up!”

She ran after Brashley.

Makayla: “Go on, sweetie! Give me your best shot!”

The pig fired rounds at her, and Celeste quickly dodged them. Celeste slid under Brashley and started to lift it off the ground.

Makayla: “WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT MY PIGGIE DOWN!”

Celeste gnashed her teeth as she put all her energy into lifting this machine, jumped up, lifting it over her head, and landed on the ground, performing a suplex on Brashley, smashing the pigface in. Celeste punched in Brashley’s head, and cupped her fists together, smashing it in.

Jaxon: “Wow, that’s my babe.”

He smiled and reddened seeing her smash up that robot and defend him.

Makayla and Craig flew forward into the cockpit. The computer interface kicked in.

Interface: “Malfunctioning. Error. Please evacuate immediately.”

Makayla: “NO, NOT MY PIGGIE!”

She cried.

Tristan: “Game over, Makayla and Craig.”

He stomped on the ground, and a giant icicle shot up from the ground impaling Brashley.

Interface: “Ejecting pilots immediately. The Highpowered Farming Juggernaut is going to self-destruct in five seconds.”

Makayla: “It’s BRASHLEY!”

She snapped, slamming her fist on the control panel. The seats sprang Makayla and Craig out of the robot pig, and they screamed as they flew into the sky.

Tristan: “Go near me!”

He instructed as Celeste, Jaxon, and Deimos came close. Tristan formed an ice dome around them as the robot pig exploded. Debris flew out, impaling the ice dome, and then it erupted into flames. Tristan shattered the dome, and the four gaped at the crater it created.

They heard a girl crying. They turned to see Claudia with her tuxedo torn.

Claudia: “Please, help my girlfriend, Carmen!”

She cried. The four followed her to see a rock on top of an unconscious Carmen.

Tristan: “Oh, golly.”

He cupped his mouth. Celeste lifted the boulder off her. Jaxon saw how badly wounded she was. Blood covered her dress, her legs and arms were broken, and she had glass impaled on her side. Claudia cupped her mouth, crying.

Claudia: “We have to call an ambulance!”

Jaxon’s heart hammered in his chest. He knelt and put his hands out as a red glow emitted from them. Deimos knelt with him and put his hands up to help him heal her. As the two worked together, Carmen’s wounds disappeared, the glass pushed out, and the wounds were sealed up, and the pain left her body. Carmen’s eyes fluttered. Jaxon and Deimos knelt over with their hands on the ground. Tristan knelt and patted Deimos’ back.

Claudia: “Oh my God, you two saved her!”

She wrapped her arms around Carmen.

Claudia: “Thank you!”

Jaxon: “No prob.”

He said wearily and smiled a bit.

Carmen: “Uncle Tristan and Jaxon… What are you doing here?”

Jaxon: “We saved you.”

He smiled.

Carmen: “Th-Thank you…”

She held onto Claudia.

Tristan: “Come on, let’s get out of here. We’ll get a taxi and take you girls back home.”

He nodded.

Carmen: “My Dad doesn’t want to see you or Jaxon.”

She frowned.

Jaxon: “Fuck him! We just saved you!”

He huffed.

Carmen: “I know, but he thinks you killed Kristen.”

Jaxon lowered his head and looked away.

Jaxon: “I fuckin’ didn’t! It was Ichiro!”

He growled. Celeste wrapped her arms around Jaxon. Jaxon held her close and kissed her head.

Tristan: “Don’t fret, Carmen. We will make sure not to be seen by Christian.”

~

The cab pulled up to Christian’s house, and Claudia and Carmen stepped out.

Tristan: “You and your brothers can call me if you need me.”

Carmen: “Thanks, Uncle Tristan and Jaxon.”

She smiled and waved as the cab left.

Jaxon: “Fuckin’ sucks Christian won’t thank us.”

Tristan: “He will blame us. This is who he is. May as well deal with it. Now, to figure out how Craig and Makayla got their hands on that robot pig.”

Jaxon: “That was a thing of nightmares.”

He shuddered.

Jaxon: “You did awesome, babe!”

He put his arm around her and kissed her. Celeste grinned.

Celeste: “So did you!”

Tristan: “We all performed well.”

He smiled.

Deimos: “Hey, didn’t that pig you and Celeste defeated remind you of those Varg robots Noriko had?”

He asked. Jaxon shuddered.

Jaxon: “God, don’t remind me of that ugly big-footed thing or being kidnapped by that Viking weirdo.”

Tristan: “I apologize, Jaxon. However, while Deimos brings up a good point, this robot was far more destructive. Noriko’s Varg robots just tickled.”

He stated. Jaxon shuddered.

Jaxon: “No shit.”

He huffed.

Tristan: “I don’t think the same person made that pig.”

Deimos twisted his mouth.

Deimos: “Probably not, but it was terrifying as that Varg robot that we saw tickling Jaxon and Celeste.”

Jaxon shuddered.

Jaxon: “Don’t remind me.”

He gritted his teeth.

Deimos: “Those things cost millions, and Noriko used hers to tickle Jaxon’s feet.”

Jaxon: “Stop talking.”

He waved his hand, wanting him to stop mentioning it. Deimos smirked a bit.

~

Minerva had her feet resting on a soldier who was bent over on his hands and knees while Jordi stood before her with Alfie behind him.

Minerva: “You mean to tell me you didn’t get Jiro for me?”

She asked with a trace of sharpness in her tone.

Jordi: “No, ma’am. Desiree was injured by a richonoid Ichiro made that went rogue. I had to get her out of there.”

He said firmly. Minerva quirked an eyebrow. Alfie wrung his hands and swallowed hard.

Minerva: “And you didn’t think to catch him at all?”

Jordi: “Ma’am…, Desiree is in the infirmary. We’ll get Jiro, but it will have to be postponed.”

He added firmly. Alfie broke out in a sweat. Minerva gazed at him.

Minerva: “Are you questioning me, Jordi?”

Jordi bowed his head.

Jordi: “No, just looking out for my friend.”

He replied.

Minerva: “Whatever, you got Desiree in the infirmary. Why didn’t you return?”

She asked flippantly. Jordi pursed his lips.

Jordi: “Because Stefano’s robot destroyed the school and the surrounding areas.”

He said with strain. Minerva quirked an eyebrow.

Minerva: “Stefano…?”

She rose.

Minerva: “Why doesn’t Ilias terminate that fool?”

She scowled.

Minerva: “You’re dismissed, Jordi, but I expect Jiro soon. I will deal with Stefano in the meantime. Come along, Alfie.”

Alfie: “Y-Yes, Ma’am!”

He stammered and followed her out with the soldier crawling after her.

~

Minverva stood before the two large black doors with the “Conference Room” in black letters on a gold plate.

Minerva: “You wait here.”

She ordered Alfie.

Alfie: “Y-Yes, M-Ma’am.”

He swallowed hard.

Minerva entered the conference room and shut the doors behind her. The conference room had a conference table with six executive leather chairs on each side and one on each end. The walls were black with a gold trim. There were gold columns on the walls with painted portraits of Ilias, and black tapestries framed the portraits. A grand crystal chandelier hung over the table. At the end of the room was a large TV, and in each corner of the room were potted plants. Minerva took her seat on the left, near the end of the table, with Ichiro next to her and Stefano on the right, taking the third seat. Stefano glowered at Minerva and Ichiro.

A middle-aged white woman stepped in. She had short orange hair, red-framed cat-eyeglasses hung over her upturned nose, and she wore a blue business dress suit with wide shoulders and blue heels. She was Ilias’ assistant, Josie McKenzie.

Josie: “Good evening, everyone. I am here on behalf of Ilias since he’s out of state to be present for Vasilos’ wedding.”

She announced.

Josie: “Vasilos will be having a video call with you all shortly.”

Stefano glared at Minerva and Ichiro. Wait until he finds out how you two were blowing the company funds, he thought. Then the robotics department will get more funding and become a division, all thanks to Craig and Makayla, he thought and smirked. Ichiro rolled his eyes. What is that fat idiot grinning about? He wondered.

A beeping sound played. Josie pressed a button, and Ilias showed up on screen wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses with a red and pink lei around his neck.

Ilias: “Aloha from Pineapple State! Before I begin, it’s the wedding week between Vasilos and Andrew! We’re all about to start relaxing on the beach, and then it’s a white party this evening.”

He grinned.

He then cleared his throat.

Ilias: “And I heard your robot destroyed an entire school, leaving behind millions of dollars of damage and casualties!”

He snapped at Stefano.

Stefano: “Ichiro’s richonoid started it.”

He pouted. Ichiro rolled his eyes.

Ilias: “I am not speaking to him right now, Stefano! I am speaking to YOU! What in Reona’s name were you thinking?!”

He barked.

Stefano: “I was trying to save our funds from being sucked by Ichiro and Minerva! They’re wasting on foolishness, but I have a true vision for our company!”

He countered.

Ilias: “What, giving an atomic bomb to Dumb and Dumber is your solution?!”

Stefano: “I thought they performed exceptionally well!”

Ilias: “Are you jesting me right now?”

He narrowed his eyes on him. Minerva smirked and leaned back into her seat.

Stefano: “No!”

He smiled. Ilias glared at him.

Ilias: “I am cutting funds to the robotics department. I will use that to repair the damages you caused.”

Stefano rose from his seat and slammed his hands on the table.

Stefano: “NO, THAT’S NOT FAIR! I am not using the funds to chase poonani!”

He stomped his feet.

Ilias: “You used enough and you’re using the company funds to host your moronic minions. You talk about Ichiro and Minerva wasting money? Take a look in the mirror.”

He fielded scathingly.

Ilias: “This meeting is adjourned. I’ll return after Vasilos’ wedding.”

The TV shut off. Minerva smirked at Steffano.

Minerva: “I never understood what the robotics department served this company anyway.”

She scoffed and rose. Stefano glared at them. Oh, you two will see when Craig and Makayla pilot something bigger and better, he thought. I don’t need the company’s funding for what I am about to make, he thought, and angrily rose.

~

Several miles outside of the city, there was a one-story rustic cabin with a patio that had a roof over it. The cabin was about a few yards away from the beach. Parked by the cabin was a green 1985 Toyota Corolla next to a red 1987 Ferrari GTS.

An oversized glass door welcomed them into the vaulted living room, which freely flowed into the kitchen. In the living room was a couch, a coffee table, a Zenith Wooden Television, a small wooden desk with a computer, and shelves of movies.

The kitchen’s island featured an eating bar, and a window above the double-bowl sink offered views into the backyard.

A barn door retracted to reveal a laundry room and pantry combo. The two bedrooms framed the central living space, were identical in size, and included a walk-in closet and personal bathroom, which included a sink, toilet, and a shower.

A trail of clothes led to the bedroom on the left was a medium-sized bedroom with a queen-size bed with a wood log bed frame and a green plaid bedspread. On the side of the bed was a wooden nightstand. There was a large window looking out at the beach where a green canoe lay, and there was a fire pit with logs to sit on.

In the bed, Anthony was on top of Jordi thrust into his anus as Jordi held him close, moaning into his ear. He wrapped his legs around him as Anthony’s thrusts grew hungrier and harder. Jordi’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he threw his head back as he climaxed, followed by a loud moan. Anthony groaned as he released inside Jordi. Jordi could feel his hot cum flow through him and he loved it.

~

Jordi sat in Anthony’s kitchen with a gold silk robe on. Anthony entered the door with a grin.

Anthony: “I got us some food!”

He held up bags of Voyage Burger. Jordi forced a smile. Anthony got several Ragnarok burgers for himself, a chicken wrap for Jordi, and Odin rings and Freya Fries. He sat down and began to unwrap his burger. Jordi pursed his lips.

Jordi: “How long have we been doing this?”

He asked softly. Anthony shrugged.

Anthony: “About since I built this cabin after Maxx destroyed it.”

Jordi: “Ever think of… upgrading?”

Anthony: “Hm, I might build another cabin to rent out.”

Jordi’s expression dampened.

Jordi: “No, I don’t mean that… I meant… us.”

He shifted in his seat. Anthony laughed a bit.

Anthony: “I don’t do relationships. I told you that.”

He waved his hand at him. Jordi forced a smile.

Anthony: “If you’re not gonna eat that, can I have it?”

Jordi: “Yeah.”

He rose from his seat and untied the sash of his robe.

He dropped it to the floor and picked up his pants. He put those on and threw his white pressed shirt over his bare chest. He draped his tie over his neck and began tying it. He then put his sheer socks on, shrugged into his suit jacket, grabbed his robe, and went to the porch to get his boots.

Anthony: “Where are you goin’?”

Jordi: “Home.”

He said tersely.

Anthony: “Are ya comin’ back?”

Jordi forced a smile.

Jordi: “Maybe.”

He said and slammed the door.

~

Jordi drove through the streets of Pink Top City until he reached the exit for Greammoom Hills. He pulled up to a one-story modern style farmhouse with two gable roofs flanking the front porch, and a classic gable dormer centered over the front French doors. A white picket fence surrounded the home with a white concrete path leading up to the front door. Near the house were gardens with several flowers growing. Jordi parked his car in the garage and stepped out, entering his house.

He entered the living room, which was open to the dining room and kitchen, with access to the covered patio in the back. He knelt down and unzipped his boots, taking them off, and fanned his toes out in his sheer socks. The living room was cozy, welcoming, with wooden old-style farmhouse coffee tables, storage cabinets, and plush beige sofas and armchairs. Hanging on the walls and the tables were pictures of Jordi and his grandparents, Abraham and June, throughout the years.

The dining room was small with a white table with a wooden finished top, four white cross-back chairs with two on each side, and white vintage French chairs on the end. To the left was a brick chimney with a fireplace, and near the French doors leading to the backyard patio was a gray dish cabinet with dishes on display.

The kitchen looked like an old farmhouse kitchen with dark brown wooden flooring, white wooden cabinets and drawers, white brick walls, and gray marble countertops. Uplight chandeliers hung over the island with a sink. The kitchen had a stove and oven combination and two wall ovens near the window looking out the back patio.

The master bedroom, which is Abraham’s bedroom, occupied the entire left side of the home with a walk-in closet and a four-fixture bathroom. It was a cool gray bedroom with golden accents. He had a king-sized Picardy honey oak bed with antique nightstands and drawers.

The master bathroom had off-white wood paneling with a painting of a plantation on a farm with grassy fields, a wooden cabinet with a double sink and an antique mirror hanging above, a white clawfoot tub, an antique linen cabinet, and a toilet with a wooden seat. Hanging above was a chandelier with orange lightbulbs to make it look like candles.

Sleeping in the bed on an oxygen tank was an elderly Spanish man with white hair, thick eyebrows, and a bulbous nose. He was Abraham Vaquero, Jordi’s grandfather. Jordi looked at him and saw the TV was still on, playing reruns of old game shows. Jordi entered, grabbed the remote, shut the TV off, and killed the lights.

Jordi went to the right side of the house, past another door, and approached the door at the end of the hall. He entered a large bedroom with Byzantine walls, gold trim, and a large saltwater fish tank built into the left wall. The bed was a queen-sized oak captain’s bed with a purple leather upholstered headboard framed with ornate carving. The bed had deep purple quilts with black silk pillows with his name embroidered in gold on each pillowcase. In the center of the bedroom hung a crystal chandelier.

On each side of the bed were oak antique nightstands with lamps, and to the right of the bed was an antique highboy drawer. On the highboy were his colognes, and on the left nightstand was a picture of him and Anthony embracing on the beach. Jordi picked up the picture and sneered at it. He fired it at the wall, where the glass smashed upon impact and the picture fell to the floor. Prick, he thought.

He went over and began picking up the glass and put it in his waste bin along with the picture and frame.

There was a desk with a computer and a bookshelf at the end of the room.

To the left was a door leading to his bathroom. His bathroom had white tile walls and black and white checkered tile flooring. In the center was a grand crystal chandelier. There were two basin sinks with gold faucets on a marble countertop with an oak cabinet and two mirrors over each sink. The mirrors had ornate gold frames. To the right of the sink was a medicine cabinet. On the sink countertops were his toothbrush, toothpaste, and hand soap.

Next to the sink was a toilet, and there was a glass walk-in shower with gold handles and faucets. Jordi began undressing and went into the shower to wash his misery and shame away.

~

Jordi stepped out of the bathroom wearing black silk pajamas with his name embroidered in gold on the left breast pocket. He pulled off the quilts and climbed into bed. He drew a long breath as he reached over and turned off the lights. Tomorrow is another day, he thought, and turned over to go to sleep.

~

That morning, after Jordi showered, he stepped out of his bedroom, wearing a white pressed shirt, black trousers, and black sheer socks. He tied his tie and carried his black suit jacket in his arms. His grandfather sat at the dining room table with a breathing tube in his nose affixed to an oxygen tank.

Jordi: “Morning, Grandpa.”

He smiled and sat down.

Abraham: “Mornin’, Jordi.”

He replied in his gruff voice with a Spanish accent.

A heavyset white woman with big, curly red hair served the two men breakfast. She wore a short-sleeved, flowered dress with a white apron over it, red heels, and thick-framed cat-eye glasses hung over her bulbous nose. She was Hannah Murray, Abraham’s live-in caretaker. Hannah poured the two men a glass of orange juice.

Abraham: “I want coffee.”

He grumbled. She dished up their breakfast, which consisted of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and blue pancakes.

Abraham: “Why are the pancakes blue? Pancakes aren’t supposed to be blue.”

He pointed to them.

Hannah: “Oh, I put a powder in called ‘blueberry calming’ to help calm you down, sir!”

She chirped and smiled tightly at him.

Abraham: “I don’t want this junk. Pancakes are not blue.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and put the pancakes on Jordi’s plate.

Jordi: “I can’t eat that much, Grandpa.”

Abraham: “I’m not eating it!”

He snapped.

Hannah: “Sir, it’s good for you!”

She waved her hands around frantically.

Abraham: “I WANT COFFEE!”

He barked and slammed his fists on the table, causing it to shake. Jordi jumped.

Hannah: “Sir, the doctor said—”

Abraham: “I don’t give a shit what he said. I want my coffee and I want it now!”

He pounded his forefinger on the table.

Jordi began eating his breakfast.

Hannah: “Sir, if you don’t eat, you will be put back in the hospital.”

She sighed.

Abraham: “Fuckin’ put me back in.”

He spat and folded his arms over his chest.

~

Jordi knelt over and zipped up his boots. He then put his holster on, slid his Beretta 92F in, and shrugged into his suit jacket. He put his sunglasses on and headed out the door.

~

Jordi parked his car in the employee parking lot for Megalos Tower and entered. He pushed the button for the elevator and saw Alfie approaching him.

Alfie: “Morning, Jordi.”

He smiled at him.

Jordi: “Hello, Alfie.”

He nodded and smiled. The doors opened, and several men in suits walked out. Alfie and Jordi entered with Alfie pressing the button for the 85th floor.

Alfie: “I know you’re going to see our boss. She told me.”

He giggled. Jordi forced a smile. Alfie bit his bottom lip and broke out into a sweat.

They got off the elevator, and the two men stood in front of Minerva’s office. Alfie knocked on the door.

Minerva: “Come in.”

The two men entered and saw Minerva sitting by her mini-bar with her feet up on a soldier, who was down on his hands and knees. Alfie swallowed hard.

Alfie: “M-Ma’am, Mr. Vaquero is here to see you as you requested.”

Jordi: “Here I am, Dr. Marzilli.”

He nodded.

Minerva: “Hello, Jordi… Desiree will be out of the infirmary tonight. You both are to kidnap Jiro tonight.”

She instructed coolly. Jordi nodded.

Jordi: “Glad she’s doing better, and understood.”

Minerva gazed at him.

Minerva: “Stefano was punished for his errors… I never punished you.”

She smirked. Jordi raised an eyebrow.

Jordi: “Excuse me?”

Minerva: “You disobeyed me, Jordi. I don’t like disobedience.”

She chuckled.

Jordi: “I… saved my friend from being killed, and I’m being punished.”

He laughed awkwardly. Alfie broke out into a sweat and looked away with a big smile.

~

Jordi sat in a chair with his hands tied behind him, an EP-suppressing collar on his neck, and his boots and sheer socks off. His bare feet were on Minerva’s lap.

Jordi: “Oh, come on! I’m not Jiro!”

He laughed nervously and struggled in his seat.

Minerva: “It doesn’t matter. You still failed me, Jordi. I don’t accept failure.”

She purred and massaged his feet. Jordi moaned and looked nervously at her, hating this. She chuckled and fluttered her nails over his soles. Jordi gasped and burst out laughing.

Jordi: “NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He laughed hard and thrashed in his seat against his bonds. She ran her nails over his toes, and he shrieked with laughter.

Jordi: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA GOHOHOOOHOHOHOHOD! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

He whined and laughed hard. Tears welled in his purple eyes as he laughed and gasped.

Jordi: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!”

He laughed and threw his head back as tears poured down his cheeks. She smirked and tickled the tops of his feet and his arches. Jordi screamed with laughter.

Jordi: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEAEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

He laughed hard and struggled against his bonds. He wheezed in between laughing.

Minerva stopped tickling him, and Jordi leaned back, panting. She rose and turned to the soldier.

Minerva: “Untie him.”

She ordered. After the soldiers untied him and removed his collar, Jordi wiped his tears and tried to catch his breath. He then put his socks on and slid his feet into his boots, zipping them up. He angrily rose and stormed out of the office.

Alfie broke out into a sweat. I wish she would punish me like that, he thought. He then recalled that he had made a typo on the report. He grabbed the report and showed the typo to Minvera.

Alfie: “M-Ma’am… I made this typo.”

He grinned. Minerva glared at him and threw the report at his head.

Minerva: “Type it again, Alfie.”

Alfie swallowed and grinned.

Alfie: “Y-Yes, Ma’am…”

He said meekly.