181. A Tight Squeeze
Amy attempts to squirm away from Stacy. At first she succeeds, thanks to the element of surprise, but Stacy is relentless.
“Get back here!” she shouts as Amy ducks under Stacy's arms. Amy tries running away, Stacy moves faster than Amy can see and grabs Amy by the back of the neck, nearly snapping Amy's spine in the process.
“Ggg-” Amy gurgles.
“Oh, don't be such a huge wimp. It'll take me two minutes and then your whole t-zone will be super nice. I don't even know how you go outside looking like that.”
With Amy hoisted aloft, Stacy walks across the powder room to the facial chair and plunks her reluctant cargo down in it. Stacy stands over Amy as our heroine trembles. Amy can't help but remember the times that her roommate had held her down and squeezed her pores; to this day, Amy occasionally wakes up in a cold sweat from nightmares of hands manhandling her face.
“Now hold still!” Stacy admonishes.
Ten minutes later, the deed is done and Amy has to admit that Stacy was right; the squeezing did remove all the crud from Amy's pores. That is, Amy would admit that Stacy was right if Amy were still alive to admit such a thing. Unfortunately, due to the force of Stacy's hands, Stacy's refusal to listen to Amy's screams of torment (because she was “just being a big baby!”) and Stacy's dedication to not stopping until the task was finished, Amy was long dead by the time her facial concluded. Stacy's surprisingly powerful hands had managed to squeeze out, not just blackheads, but also blood, muscle, brain, and bone (liquified by the force of her fingers).
In the end, Amy's head looks like a surprised, deflated balloon. Stacy is momentarily saddened to have lost her BFF, but soon gets over it when she begins planning new outfits to match the accessory Amy was so kind to bring her.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.