Chapter 3
by 
wicker
What's the story?
Babysitting Gone Wrong
Hannah could not believe it. One minute she's babysitting a couple of bratty kids, and the next minute, they're all nice and polite. They wanted to play Cowboys and Indians, or as Hannah made them say Cowboys and Native Americans. She told them only if they behaved.
A short time later, she was in the basement, bound, blindfolded and standing on two bamboo poles. She had screamed herself hoarse: first demanding she be freed then begging, and to make things worse, she really had to pee.
She lost track of time, but she heard the basement door open. "Hello?"
Hannah heard the voice of Mrs. Jameson, the mother of the two brats.
"Help me!" said Hannah in a harsh, raspy voice.
"Well, wells, wells," said Mrs. Jameson.
Hannah could tell Mrs. Jameson was slightly drunk.
"Whashup dear?" said Mr. Jameson, also sounding drunk.
"Look at whats we have here, dear," said Mrs. Jameson.
"Please, just help me!"
"But you lost control of ours kidsh and they could have run outs into traffic," said Mrs. Jameson. "Bad babyshitter, bad, bad, bad."
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Updated on Jun 4, 2026
by HookedAndStripped
Created on Jan 14, 2023