And so she was stuck
She leaned forward as far as she could, hoping to get close enough to the window to yell for help, but the glue held her bare feet firmly in place, leaving the windowsill just out of reach. She tried yelling for help again, all the while struggling with every ounce of her strength to pull her feet free. But her cries and her struggling were useless. No one came to her aid and her feet hadn't even budged in the slightest.
She looked at the clock. She had already been stuck for several minutes. She remembered a TV interview she had seen a few months ago with a woman who'd had her bare feet stuck in Maxim glue for the past twelve years. "With Maxim Glue," she said to the camera, "if you don't find a way to free yourself within the first thirty seconds, you'll be stuck in it for the rest of your life, just like me."
Kim sat back down on the edge of the bed and sobbed, looking down occasionally at her bare feet that were now fused to that horrible pink goo forever. She knew that no matter how much she struggled, no matter how many chemicals were applied to the bond, she would never be able to move from that spot again.
"Well," she thought to herself, "at least I'll be able to tell them the stuff works."
She looked at the clock. She had already been stuck for several minutes. She remembered a TV interview she had seen a few months ago with a woman who'd had her bare feet stuck in Maxim glue for the past twelve years. "With Maxim Glue," she said to the camera, "if you don't find a way to free yourself within the first thirty seconds, you'll be stuck in it for the rest of your life, just like me."
Kim sat back down on the edge of the bed and sobbed, looking down occasionally at her bare feet that were now fused to that horrible pink goo forever. She knew that no matter how much she struggled, no matter how many chemicals were applied to the bond, she would never be able to move from that spot again.
"Well," she thought to herself, "at least I'll be able to tell them the stuff works."
