You're terribly humiliated by the thought of groveling at Mary Alice's feet, but you decide to swallow it - it'll be better than whatever else she might have you do. You can tell that Mary Alice is a bit twisted.
"Please let me go" you mutter, half-heartedly.
"Oh no no," she says. "Get on your hands and knees and put some feeling into it."
Annoyed, you roll over onto all fours, Mary Alice's feet inches from your face.
"Now look up at me and beg." The other girls are watching you, grinning. It's so embarrassing.
"Please Mary Alice. Please let me go, I'm begging you." Your eyes look up at hers. You feel pathetic. The girls cackle wildly. Mary Alice puts her right foot on your back triumphantly.
"What's that? I can't hear you!"
"P-Please. Let me go. Please."
"Tell me you're my bitch." You swallow hard. "Say it!"
"I'm your bitch, Mary Alice."
"Hahahha, Good Boy!" She pushes you flat against the ground with her foot, and she and the girls walk off to let you hide again.
Your heart is racing. What to do now? |