The bedroom door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, silhouetted by the dim light of the hallway. It was my stepfather, and he had no business being in my room.
"Checking on me?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I sat up in bed, pulling the covers tight around my chest. I didn't trust him, not one bit.
He took a step closer, his eyes roving over my body. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, but his leer told a different story.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep."
But he didn't take the hint. Instead, he reached out, trying to touch me. I was ready for him, and I kicked him hard in the balls. He groaned, falling to his knees.
"You little bitch!" he snarled, but I wasn't afraid. I had him right where I wanted him.
Quick as a flash, I grabbed his underwear and yanked them down. He was helpless, unable to move as I grinned wickedly and inserted a tube into his urethra.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, his eyes wide with horror.
"Just a little surprise," I said, pouring a handful of small worms into the tube. They wriggled inside, and he screamed in pain.
"Stop it! Please, stop it!" he begged, but I was relentless. I poured even more worms into the tube, laughing as I watched him suffer.
"Looks like you're not the only one getting worms tonight, old man," I said, enjoying the sight of his torment.
He begged for mercy, but I wasn't done yet. I smirked, "Beg all you want, but I'm not stopping until every last one of those worms is inside you."
And so I watched, satisfied, as the worms disappeared into the tube. When he passed out from the pain, I was left to revel in my victory.
The unwelcome intruder had gotten what he deserved, and I had taught him a lesson he would never forget.
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