"I think I have the perfect spot for you, Adam." Mary said with a smirk. "How pathetic are you? Just a little fucking bug. Don't you remember all of the stuff we used to do as kids together?" Adam knew where this was going and hoped that he wasn't right. "Adam, do you remember our sandbox?"
The sandbox. She went there, and Adam feared for his life even more. Back when Adam and Mary were younger, Adam used to have a sandbox in his backyard that he and Mary would play with while Mary and her parents visited. They would get the garden hose and wet the sand, making sandcastle and a moat for any castle they might build. One day when Mary and Adam were playing City with their sand castle building creations, Mary shrieked out, "Ugh! Disgusting little ants!" Ants had make a queue, marching right into the sandbox, not knowing that they had made a terrible mistake.
"Adam! Help me kill these little creeps!" She shouted and began to run and grab the hose. "Die you little pests!" She screamed and let the hose blast away any small, crawling critters that caught her eye. Even Adam got sprayed, Mary laughed and called him a little bug too. I guess she was right after all those years.
After a session of trying to drown them, Mary thought of an even better way to kill the ants. This is what Adam was afraid of. "Well Adam, I think I found a naughty little ant in my bedsheets. What should I do with this little ant that got away? Stay here.." Mary said as she pulled out a dirty sock from the laundry stack she had found Adam in and balled him up in his sweaty sock jail.
This had almost been a breeze, just not a good smelling breeze. After all that Adam had endured, having to inhale Mary's pungent smell was the least of his torture. He almost welcomed it. He wanted this, rather than putting up with any more of Mary's games.
Mary came bounding back into the room, he knew so from the small earthquakes her petite feet made on the hard wood floor. She picked up the sock jail, emptying the contents like a halloween candy bag, anxious to find what's inside. "Come with me Mr. Ant. Mary picked up Adam with both hands, blinding him in darkness as her hands cupped around him. Adam heard the sound of running water and felt the ground beneath him give out as he plummeted downward until her crashed, splashed, and submerged himself in an ocean of bathwater. Which was his perspective. In reality, Mary had filled the bathtub up with a little over an inch of water.
"Ugh! Ants!" She mocked as she began to act out another one of her sick fantasies.