March Munchies

  Bethany was putting signs up around her community. It was very early in the morning and the big game was tonight. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and her signs of encouragement were going on the side of the route the team’s bus would pass. Her school was in the final four of the state basketball tournament. 

She was a senior at her High School. She’s 17 years old, just a few days from turning 18. She was also dating the star player on the basketball team. She was excited for the upcoming games as well as moving onto college. Things were just going generally well for the young cheerleader. 

Her cheer costume was primarily black and red. Tan dance tights covered her legs beneath her short skirt and she wore white ankle socks and white sneakers. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail with a red ribbon. 

She continued to place the signs. It was a peaceful and chilly morning. She heard a car coming, which was the first sign of life she’d witnessed all morning, but it never did pass her. She figured that it must’ve turned as she took a quick glance behind her. She stopped to place the last of her signs, but before she could, a blow to the head knocked her out. 

Michael dragged Bethany’s limp form to his car. He hadn’t planned on making an abduction this morning. However, when a blonde cheerleader in tights is inexplicably alone, one changes his plans. He didn’t have his usual tools, but he improvised. He held his cellphone in his hand to use as a blunt object. He wasn’t entirely sure that it would work, but the fact that he was putting her into the back seat is evidence that it did. 

He unlaced and removed her left shoe and tossed it by the side of the road. It exposed her clean white ankle sock. He arranged her so he could close the back door and then drive her back to his home. 

Back at his house, he let the unconscious cheerleader fall to the ground. He braved leaving her unattended for a moment as he ran to grab a pair of his niece’s tights to tie her hands. She was still laying there, out cold, when he returned. He flipped her limp form over and gathered her wrists behind her back. He bound them and then slid his hand down to her right shoe. He unlaced it and removed it as the girl started to stir. 

Her eyes opened as he slipped off her right ankle sock to reveal her red painted toenails. She moaned; she felt tremendous pain in her head. He ran his hand up her leg before standing up as the girl gathered her bearings. She tried to reach for her throbbing headache and found that she could not. That shock increased her awareness. 

“Where… Where am I?” she said very softly.

She tried looking around, but the light in her eyes was painful and moving her head caused her headache to worsen. She was pretty sure that she wasn’t at home and knew someone was there with her. 

“Who’s there?” she asked. 

He didn’t respond. She didn’t understand. She knew someone was there. She just wanted to know where she was and to get help with the agonizing pain she was experiencing. Michael bent down to grab Bethany’s wrist gently and tried to get the cheerleader to stand. A brief moment of clarity told her to fight against what was pulling her up. She pulled her wrist away and fell back to the floor; her head hit against the floor. 

“Fuck!” She said. 

He again grabbed her, but this time wasn’t gentle about it. He forced the dazed girl to her feet and forced her to walk. He held on to her as she mumbled confused pleas and guided her towards the basement door. She would’ve fallen had his grip not been so firm as she was pushed down the stairs. She still couldn’t quite grasp any of what was going on, but she knew it wasn’t good.

“Please,” she said with the confusion apparent in her voice, “Just… I just… take me home… home… I need...” 

He laid the girl down gently as she continued to beg in a barely coherent fashion. The massive snake sensed the girl and slithered toward an easy meal as the man who had brought her backed away quickly. She couldn’t see clearly enough, when she could stand to have her eyes open, to tell what was moving towards her. Suddenly her world went entirely dark and she felt like she was being slowly sucked into a tube that was too small for her. 

She moaned and began to softly kick her legs in her dance tights. Her shoulders were pulled into the serpent. She didn’t have the fight of the other girls he’d seen, but the slight movements provided a different type of excitement. Soon the school logo on her chest slipped into the snake’s mouth and her stomach quickly followed. 

Her leg movements became a bit stronger and desperate, but it was too late as her short cheer skirt disappeared. Only her tights-clad legs and one white ankle sock could bee seen. The massive beast was able to pull her in pretty quickly since her struggles were so weak. There was a final small kick and then her knees were gone. Her shins slid into its mouth until just her feet stuck out. She twisted her ankles and wiggled her toes as her feet were finally consumed. 

The large snake slithered back to its favorite spot. This time its lump was unmoving. Michael left the basement and gathered her shoe and sock to add to his collection.