Life as a good little girl/"I think I'll go through the park and have some fun."

From Create Your Own Story

"I think I'll go through the park and have some fun," you say with a bright smile.

"That's the spirit, you slut. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. Go on now, I'll just wait until you get past the fence."

"Oh. Um, okay. Bye," you say with a bit of a wave, and try your best to saunter away with confidence. Your feet feel every blade of grass they touch until they give way to dirt dampened by last night's down-pour.

A loud honking makes you jump as your reach the gate, and you whirl around, staring back at your recent 'friend', non-plussed. The car window rolls down after one last long honk, and the woman sticks her head out.

"Hey slut Stephanie!" she hollars out, giving the horn competition for who's louder. "Little whore passing through the hole in the fence in the park!"

"What?"you call out. She puts a hand to her ear like she can't here.

"What?" you practically scream.

"Were you telling the truth about being a whore? That you really really want to be fucked?"

Screwing up your courage, and wondering why on earth she'd be yelling out those things, you scream back. "I love getting fucked! I wish I could get a hard, rough fuck right now!"

"Good to hear! Now go back to walking alone through those dark woods there, little whore!"

"Weird lady," you mutter, turning around. The slight improvement in night vision that you'd gained walking to the fence is now gone, courtesy of staring back at the bright streetlight and the shiny car beneath it.

The woods seem completely black, but you remember that you just have to head straight and you'll come out at the next street. Just so long as you don't veer to the right, where there's a steep hill that drops down toward the creek.

Behind you the car gives one last series of honks and you look back in time to see it pull away.

"Good riddance," you mutter.

As you turn back...


Life as a good little girl/A grubby hand reaches out to cover your mouth

Life as a good little girl/Your foot comes down on air, sending you sliding down a muddy slope

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