Short Story: Torture

Today was the day. She was totally going to get Pietro this time… Hiding in the cramped cupboard, she waited impatiently for Pietro to walk past. She had already been there for twenty minutes, and her legs were getting sore from staying in the crouched position for so long. Another ten minutes passed and she was growing quite bored. So bored in fact that she was contemplating the jam stain on the inside of the door. I wonder what it tastes like… She shook her head at herself, mentally scolding herself. Don’t eat the jam like a sick weirdo! She sighed to herself, shifting in the uncomfortable cabinet. She had been trying to scare Pietro for the past two weeks, but has failed so far. So she decided to wage a one-sided war effort against Pietro, …show more content…
She sighed, noting along with him. “Fine,” she said, walking out the kitchen door. Where to hide next… “Boo!” She screamed loudly as she felt hands on her waist, preventing her from going further. When she realized it was Pietro, she started struggling against him. “Ugh!” She exclaimed, “You asshole!” Pietro laughed, further irritating his female companion. “You didn’t see that coming?” Pietro questioned, quirking an eyebrow. She scowled at his over-used catchphrase, increasing her struggles to be released. “Hey,” Pietro teased after he released her, “I’m not the one who hid in a cabinet for an hour.” She scowled at him. “Shut up,” she growled, crossing her arms over her chest. Pietro laughed, throwing one of his arms around her shoulders. She blushed slightly at the action, her cheeks tinted pink. “Come on, can I make it up to you with a movie?” His eyes had a mischievous sparkle in them. She pursed her lips before looking at him playfully. “I don’t know, maybe,” she said nonchalantly before walking down the hallway towards the main room. Pietro allowed a grin to tug at the side of his mouth before following her. Maybe scaring can be fun