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That Candyman is Mine!	By : Batwingedgirl Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 9394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Hurray for Dark!Wonka! (Or, is it really Wonka? Oooh who knows?!)
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Veruca awoke to a dark room, a faint sugary taste still in her mouth. She felt as though her head was full of cotton candy, like that time she had sniffed her nail polish. The surface she lay on was padded, but too stiff to be comfortable. She tried to move.
No use. As though her body was disconnected from her brain and she was but one entity floating around in a fluffy pink nothingness. She tried harder- a slight pain materialized on her right wrist, and then on her left. The rope that was around her torso rubbed against her skin roughly, leaving a pink trail. She was tied down!
On her stomach she squirmed and squirmed to find the edge of the bed she was on, but she couldn’t reach either way. She tried to scream, but she had a cotton candy gag in her mouth that refused to melt.
Click. Lights loudly turned on from some a switch wherein the room and echoed noisily with a crack. She could see only slivers of it, for she was blind folded as well. Despite that she couldn’t see, she still followed the few sounds she could hear with her head, her ears perked up. Light footsteps traversed from the sound of the light switch to, what she could tell, was right beside her.
A few minutes passed before her ears adjusted well enough to hear the breathing of whoever it was beside her. It was slow and steady, determined- yet relaxed.
“H-hello?” Veruca groaned to the nothingness from behind the gag, her voice failing her as her courage already had.
“Hello, little girl.” The voice replied. The voice matched the breathing pattern. It was smooth and collected, although not deep at all.
“Mr. Wonka?” she mumbled sloppily from behind her gag, for she wasn’t quite sure. The voice kind of sounded like his, except it was without the whimsy she had never heard him without. Did Mr. Wonka ever act seriously? Could he?
“Little girl.” The voice said again, lightly striding to the other side of the bed. He put extra emphasis on the word ‘little’, which made Veruca grimace, despite the situation she was in. “Why do you think you can just come into someone’s factory without permission?”
Did he really expect an answer? Besides, how could she with this gag in? What a ridiculous question, anyhow. She could go anywhere she damn well pleased. She turned her head to face him again and hummed an answer
Cold, slender fingers released the gag and took it away. “Proper young ladies don’t mumble.”
Veruca scowled. “Well, how else was I supposed to answer you?!” she barked.
“You needn’t shout, little girl. I can hear you just fine.” He walked to the other side of the bed, behind her. She craned her neck to follow him with her ears. “Now, tell me, why do you think you can do anything you want?”
She had had it with this little game he was playing. She wasn’t going to be polite and she wasn’t going to obey him. “Because I CAN do anything I want! I did, didn’t I? I wanted into this silly little factory and here I am. Why? You can stop me!” Her temper was fierce despite the dire situation she was in.
“Heh” was all that the voice said, but she could almost hear his smirk.
The sudden silence the room had slipped into was almost unbearable. She couldn’t even hear his breathing, as though he had disappeared from the room all together. Her skin puckered from the cold of the room and the anticipation of what would happen next.
Minutes passed by like hours, until, suddenly, there as a freezing cold hand on her thigh. She jumped at the sudden touch, it felt like death. It lingered on her thigh for a while, until slowly creeping upwards, icy fingers trailing the elastic of her underwear. She shivered, speechless for one of the first times in her life.
Another cold hand had lifted her pink skirt ever so slightly and both, in unison, peeled down her white panties, until her bottom was exposed to the cool air.
“What are you doing?!” Veruca snapped, trying to sound as fierce as possible. In reality, she was shaking, but she wouldn’t let her courage falter.
WACK! A hand came down swiftly with a crack as flesh contacted with flesh. Veruca whimpered, despite herself.
“I’m scolding you, of course.” The voice said gruffly. “It’s a pity how many parents refuse to do it now-a-days.”
He lifted his hand to reveal a bright red mark on her right cheek. Veruca squirmed in her bindings, more apt to get out then before.
“Well, I’ve certainly learnt my lesson!” Veruca said, switching sides. “I’m really very sorry, mister.” ‘Now let me go, you maniac! Wait til’ I tell my father!’
“It’s not that simple, dear.” The voice said, smacking her other cheek with equal force. He leant down so that his lips were right next to her ears and whispered, “You have to mean it.”
And with that he smacked her bottom once more, as if for emphasis. Veruca couldn’t believe this was happening. How degrading being spanked as though she was still a child! She wriggled a little more under his hand, but to no avail, she was stuck.
WACKWACKWACK. Three times in a row. Veruca cried out in pain, her bottom was bright red, now. The man was unrelenting; his hand only lingered on her skin for a few moments before spanking her three more times. Tears began to form in her big blue eyes.
“Please stop!” She whined as he struck her once more. The tears overflowed and poured from her eyes past the cloth that covered them and ran lazily down her face.
“Why do you think you can do anything you want, little girl? Why do you think you deserve the world?” His hand lingered on her bottom, gently rubbing the hot, red areas he had just been smacking.
“I don’t know!” Veruca cried between sniffles. “I don’t know any better!” Was that really the truth? Did she really just say that?
He lifted his hand again and she braced for the impact of his hand. But, after moments of tense anticipation, it never came. Had she pleased him? Was that the answer all along, to admit her insolence and ignorance in a fit of tears?
He reached around her and shoved a small blue candy into her mouth with one long finger. This time she tried to resist, but he cleverly put his hand over her entire mouth to keep her from spitting it out. It was tangy and grape, and dissolved on her tongue quickly until her eyes fluttered closed and her jaw went slack.
She felt a hot kiss on her wet, tear-drenched cheeks before she slipped off into nothingness.
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Oh my what’s going to happen!? :O I don’t think I even know. ><
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