She's Stuck

“Aah, I’m stuck.”

Aiko arched her head down and found out what had happened. The tripwire had **** her off her feet and right into a puddle of superglue that Roxanne had put down earlier. Now, her bra cups were attached to the floor.

She frantically tried to break the superglue by digging her nails in. The glue had already held solid. She couldn’t even make a dent in it. Aiko couldn’t understand how this had happened again.

“Hello again,” she heard the voice she dreaded the most.

Aiko tried to twist her head but couldn’t see Roxanne standing directly behind her.

“You won’t get through it,” said Roxanne.

“Let me guess, you made it yourself.” Aiko continued to try to dig her nails into the sticky substance.

“Nah, I got Uber to bring it.”

“Figures. So, how am I supposed to get out of this? I can’t stay here forever.”

“You can get out by yourself.”

“What?” Aiko jerked herself upward and achieved zero progress. “I’m stuck to the floor. I can’t get out.”

“Well, there is one way.”

Aiko’s eyes widened at that suggestion. She knew what Roxanne was saying. Her body wasn’t stuck to the floor, but her bra was. The only way out was to abandon her bra entirely.

“Here. Let me help you.”

Aiko smelled that candy caramel perfume from earlier again as Roxanne stood over her. She didn’t have time to process before Roxanne’s fingers unsnapped her bra from behind. Now, she could escape, but she had to decide whether to leave her penultimate piece of clothing behind and not just any clothing, part of her underwear.