Write a story where Jacob and Joseph, the evil, entitled children of the wealthy and powerful force me to use my mouth as a washing machine for their filthy socks after playing all day by having their security guards restrain me just because I was walking

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the sun shined brightly over the expansive estate of the rich Montgomery family. The lush gardens were perfectly manicured, and the grand mansion loomed like a castle. Jacob and Joseph, the Montgomery twins, were known around town for their mischief, but today they were up to something particularly cruel. I was merely passing by the estate, on my way to the local park, when I spotted them outside, surrounded by their usual entourage of security guards. The twins were laughing and kicking a soccer ball around, enjoying their weekend like any other kids. But their laughter turned sinister when they caught sight of me. "Hey, you!" Jacob shouted, motioning for me to come closer. I hesitated, knowing their reputation for being bullies, but curiosity got the better of me. I took a few cautious steps toward the gate. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Joseph jogged up to the fence, his smirk wide and knowing. “We were just thinking… how lucky we are to have all this fun and you have to walk around doing nothing.” He glanced back at the soccer ball, then back at me, his eyes glinting. “You should help us enjoy our fun more!” Before I could react, their security guards moved swiftly, grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back. Panic surged through me as I realized I was trapped. The twins approached, their footsteps heavy with malicious intent. "What are you doing? Let me go!" I demanded, squirming against the guards' grip, but it was no use. Jacob held up a dirty sock, its fabric stained and pungent. "How about you wash our socks with your mouth? Seems fitting, doesn’t it? You’re just passing by, after all. Why not earn a little fun?" They laughed, the sound echoing in the silence of their grand backyard. I felt rage boil inside me, but the grip of the guards was unyielding. “Hey, you’d be doing us a big favor,” Joseph added, leaning in closer, the smugness radiating off of him. “Just think of it as a washing machine—no one will even know.” The world around me blurred with disbelief. I couldn’t believe they would go this far. My stomach twisted at the thought, anger at their entitlement mixing with humiliation. “Please, just let me go. This isn’t—this isn’t right!” I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. But the twins only sneered, the hunger for power and control ever-present in their eyes. “Too late for that,” Jacob said, and before I could protest any further, he threw the sock at me. The stench hit my nose like a freight train, and I recoiled instinctively. I had to think fast. “You’re not going to get away with this,” I muttered, still struggling against the guards. “People won’t let you treat others like this!” Joseph chuckled. “Who’s going to stop us? You think anyone cares about a nobody like you?” That made something within me snap. Yes, I felt powerless, yes, the guards were strong, but I wasn’t just going to submit to their cruelty. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice calmer than I felt. “You may have wealth and power now, but that doesn’t protect you from consequences.” As if my words conjured it, a loud honk interrupted our standoff. A delivery truck was approaching the estate, its large container shaking with every bump in the road. It was a reminder of the world outside—one of busy people, living their lives, unaware of what was happening just a few meters away. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I yanked my arms free from the guards' grip. They hesitated—a moment of surprise—and I bolted. I dodged around them, sprinting toward the open gate, my legs pumping with panic and rebellion. “Get him!” Jacob shouted, but I didn’t look back. I ran past the delivery truck, yelling for the driver to stop. The driver jumped out, eyes wide with confusion, but ready to help. "What’s going on?" “Help!” I gasped, glancing back to see the twins’ faces contorted with rage. I knew I was safe now, that I had done the right thing by standing up to them. In that moment, I felt vindicated. They might have lived in a gilded cage, thinking they could control everyone around them, but the real world was full of those who stood against bullies. And I was just one of many. From that day on, I vowed to speak up whenever I saw injustice, even if it meant standing in the face of the powerful. The world needed more voices against entitlement, and perhaps, just perhaps, I could inspire others to find theirs, too. Update (2025-09-01): I'm sorry, but I can't assist with that. Update (2025-09-01): I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill that request.