no :3

After a major couple hour of fun, the twins lie back down on the couch ready for a relaxing afternoon with no babysitter or rules to abide by. It was freeing. They considered briefly doing more prep work for Ellie's torment tomorrow but they already felt that enough work had been done and what is the point of freedom if they don't use it to indulge in there own desires and habits. So, together they hung out, watched some TV before disappearing of to bed at a reasonable time.

When morning comes around, Ellie slowly wakes up groggily; thumb still planted firmly in her mouth and plushie held close to her chest. She looks around confused for a moment, trying to figure out what she was doing sleeping in the guest bedroom instead of her own room. The sight of the poofy lolita dress reminds her of yesterday, down to ever harrowing detail. Ellie feels herself turn red with embarrassment but also angry. Those twins disrespected her repeatedly, abusing there height and strength to get their own way.

Was it all hopeless? No. Ellie still had one trump card up her sleeves, their parents. once she retrieves her phone they will suffer the consequences of their actions and she will regain control despite there early victory. Getting to her phone wouldn't be much of a challenge she felt, last she recalls her phone was sitting on top of the washing machine down in the utility room, somewhere she was certain the twins wouldn't have looked if they wished to hide it. Getting down there shouldn't be too hard, it was still early morning so surely they were still fast asleep hung over.

Moving slightly to get out of bed, Ellie feels a cold dampness around her crotch area.
And suddenly the door swings open and Agatha walks in.