You are fed up with being humiliated and bossed around. Dropping off of your bed you stand right in front of your tormentor. You realize that if this doesn't work, you are gonna be dead - or worse.
"Jack, you will never speak to me again except to say, "YES, SIR!" You can smell the booze on Jack's breath. You can see the anger welling up in his eyes. You're sure he is going to hit you.
"Jack get out of my room! Go find one of your looser jock friends to stay with. From now on I'm you lord and master. Everything I say, you do. Any problem I have, you fix. Anyone give me trouble, you take care of it."
Jack is trembling. Time to see if this is going to work. "Now, get out!"
Jack immediately turns and moves toward the door. The boozy blond stands there opened mouth. "Jack, are you going to let this dork talk to you this way?"
You turn in anger. "Shut up, bitch! Shut up and stand still!"
The blond freezes. Jack walks out of the room - your room - in silence. The door closes quietly.
You turn to face the blond. You lick you lips. This is going to be fun.
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