Bridget

You're a famed criminal, countless counts of theft, mass destruction, murder, identity theft and (gasp) DUI??? you monster >:O On the run from consequence many bounty hunters have attempted to blow off your skull and lovingly send the pieces to the authorities but all have failed, I guess you're just too good at battle. Well also they all were weak, lanky, inexperienced nobodies... Well (potentially) til today. You stop at a gas station, ordering a bag of mini chocolate donuts and an energy drink. The cashier looks at you funny the entire time but you just blow it off, unknown to you the trembling teenager recognizes you and is soon to notify the authorities the moment you leave.

You leave, scarfing down the food and drink for your morning energy. walking down a near empty field you let out a calm sigh, feeling as if you've beat consequence and can start a new as you haven't been chased by any form of cop or agent is a solid three months. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of roller-skates screeching behind you. "Ready for a preformance, sir?" You hear from a soft girly voice behind you. You turn around, facing the smiling young lass in a big puffy blue jacket. "Hello hello, sir! I'm a bounty hunter, Bridget. Heard you were in the area and with that big number on your head how could I possibly not drop by." This ''Bridget'' girl flourishes a yo-yo before getting into a fighting stance, assumably eager to get her ass kicked. They Seem very kind for wanting to earn a cash load on your head.

Is it right to beat a clearly mentally stunted little girl into a bloody pulp? Definitely not... We should probably just leave- "H-Hey! Stop staring at me like that! You do know I'm a boy, right?" How much estrogen are they pumping into men these days? Before you can snicker to yourself Bridget throws out his yo-yo, smacking you hard in the face. Telling any of your criminal buddies you got a broken jaw from a yo-yo is certainly going to be embarrassing, IF you make it out of this. "Stop ignoring me and put your fists up >:/"

You've been captured. The small girlish boy in blue has you tied up and is currently dragging you through the grass on the long trip to the authorities. You're a famous criminal, you've thieved millions, killed hundreds in cartoonishly evil schemes, how did you lose like this? Bridget skips along while dragging with little to no effort while humming whimsically like this is just another day for him. "So Mr evil do-er how's your day been?" The tape around your mouth makes it pretty difficult to complain so all you can do is make muffled grumbles while Bridget giggles. The real answer is that it was going pretty well til you got your ass kicked by a childish adorable cross-dresser.

"Interesting... My day has been going pretty well, me and Rodger went to the movies, then we had fish & chips and then we beat your ass... usual day of a bounty hunter I'd say. Ooh! ooh! Maybe when you get out of prison you can come see one of my preformances! I'm pretty slick with a yo-yo, though I'm sure you know that already. (wink)" welp. This sucks. Especially since the walk to the nearest town is about a day's away. You're stuck with this gremlin while bondaged for a full day.

Several hours later.

Finding nothing better to do you took a nap while being dragged along the grass, assorted rocks, and sand. What else could you do? All that's on your mind is the bothersome things that have transpired. While asleep you have a brutal nightmare about slop prison food, little entertainment, and being roughly penetrated by big men in the prison showers. When you awake in a cold sweat you find yourself sitting against a dead tree, in front of you is Bridget sitting beside his stuffed teddy bear behind a camp fire cooking marshmallows. "Good morning! Or well... evening." He says enthusiastically with a smile. It seems to be the dead of night, the light of the fire flickering being oddly comforting. "Me and Rodger were cooking marshmallows, you want some? Three dudes, chilling, eatin' marshmallows. There's no better life."

You assume Bridget is just messing with you again but you slowly nod your head, not expecting niceities from the bounty hunter. Bridget crawls over to you and removes the tape from your mouth, taking a golden marshmallow off a stick and placing it within the newly free orifice. "See? I'm not so bad :)" Bridget gives you a few condescending pats on the head before returning to his spot.

You beat the bounty hunter, yay! Bridget is tied up within his own yo-yo, squirming and whining like a pissy child. Now most of your evil caliber would take advantage of the bondaged boy but sadly the law is still hot on your trail from your numerous dubious deeds. You COULD abandon Bridget but those cute puppy dog eyes he makes is making it increasingly hard to even think of doing such. You pick Bridget up and toss him into the passenger seat of a nearby abandoned car, miraculously whoever left it left their key inside, and their stuff, and their dog... and a child's car seat... how lucky! You begin driving away, some random guy and his child chasing after it as you drive off. I wonder what that's about.

"YAY, PUPPY!" Bridget exclaims as he looks at the animal in the back seat, feeling the desperate need to pet it but sadly being unable to with the wire restrictions keeping him held. Bridget let's out a sad sigh before returning his attention to you, cool minded and calm even when bruised and committing a crime. "Woah, you're really good at this whole villainy thing." How flattering. "You know what would be REALLY evil? Cutting me from this string and letting me leave. Now that would be REALLY scary, sir." Well if that's truly evil we might aswell- Hold on... "H-Hey, only kidding." Bridget says with a nervous smile as you glare at him.

"Sooooo you got an end goal here, mister? Like where are we going? We should go to the police department! I know you'd love it there :)" You have no idea where you're going but the more Bridget talks the more you're considering driving straight into a lake. Should've just raped and dumped him when you had the chance. "I'm bored. We should play I-spy!" Kill me.

It's a late night, usually you spend this time plotting some evil scheme but instead you're chilling around a bar drinking expensive alcohol because you have nothing better to do. The people surrounding you are all fellow nefarious evil do-ers chatting it up and getting shitfaced. You're alone at a table, on the run from the police you've been unable to perform any crimes to not drive suspicion and that lack of chaos has made your life feel all bland and depressing that only booze can fix. Suddenly someone brumps into you, you assume it's a drunk patron and as you turn you find yourself right but not in the way you expected. It's an absolutely hammered girl with blonde hair and a big blue jacket, stumbling around like she's been struck with sea-sickness.

"H-Heya (hic), handsome... would you know the direction to the exit? I'm a little turned around... and in a bit of a jam." The girl turns around to see a few of your acquaintances standing over her, looking like they're about to beat her to a bloody pulp. She immediately latches onto you, nuzzling against you like a touch starved kitten. Protect me, squire!" Your fellow villains sigh and decide to give you the run down hoping it'll get you to let go. "Bro, that's Bridget... famed bounty hunter? That's not even a girl bro, that's a dude." Bridget looks up at you with an awkward chuckle, his cheeks flushing as he smiles cutely. "If we let him go he'll rat ALL of us out, maybe he's here to beat us all up in the first place. For everyone's safety we gotta kill em'." Bridget blows raspberries at the guy, taking this very non-seriously.

Bridget tugs on your shirt like a scared child, seemingly sober enough to properly manipulate. He looks up you with those adorable sparkly puppy eyes. "You get me out of here and I promise to do anything you so sir. (hic)" Dumb making a villain that promise but are you really gonna deny that proposal?

You're a famous criminal, nearly reaching supervillain levels of evil doing which racked up quite a pretty penny on your head, always looking for the next big hit Bridget took after you like a moth to a flame. You were on an average shopping trip in public in broad daylight. It was your daughter's birthday, even evil no human can be evil enough to neglect their own children, so you were picking up ingredients for a cake. While browsing through items you felt a sharp pain in your head before collapsing. Bridget smashed his yo-yo in your skull hard enough for you to black out before dragging you out of the Shoppers.

"Wakey-wakey, mister!" You awake with a numb pain in your skull and the girlish bounty hunter booping you on the nose. You seem to be stuck in a basement customized in purely masculine items, almost like whoever lives here (Bridget) is desperately trying to seem as boyish as possible. Punching bags, weights, metal posters for bands Bridget doesn't listen to, and a decent PC set up with RGB keyboard... now that's taste. You're a bit groggy so to further wake you Bridget violently shakes the chair you're tired to, waking you up fully. "Great! Now you got a pretty price on ya, as a bounty hunter it would normally be my job to take you in or beat you to death and take my cash prize. BUT I'm feeling bored today so instead I have you locked up in my current home away from home to entertain me."

Well, great. You've certainly missed your daughter's birthday now and it's because of this girlish annoyance. Bridget begins using you as an unwilling audience, doing yo-yo tricks as a warm up for any sort of preformance he's doing in recent and watching your reactions to them. Is this boring? Certainly. Guess it's better than prison though.

Hours later and you and Bridget have done a few things together, uh... you played a boardgame together... a really one sided game since you can't use your hands so Bridget made all your moves for you. You uh... watched him play with stuffed animals? At this point you're begging for anything interesting to happen. After losing his seventh game of Marvel Rivals in a row, playing Jeff like some plebeian, Bridget let's out a sigh of annoyance before returning to you, rolling his gaming chair over to you, sitting mere inches from you. "I'm boooooored." relatable. "Well, guess I have you to entertain myself..." Losing so much seems to have Bridget all hot and bothered, needing something to let off his pent up anger. His face is flushed a faint red and you notice a bulge poke from his shorts. Bridget runs a hand down your chest before it slowly moves down to your pants and begins undoing them. "I must say I'm a little peckish at the moment, could use something to devour~"