Domination/Tell Diana she's a terrible mother
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to roll with it.
"Wow. You're a terrible mother."
Diana continues to weep as you get off her. "Stand up," you demand. She obeys your command with tears still streaming down her face. You pull down her skirt so that she's now completely naked, and you order her to stand up straight with her arms at her side.
"Tell me about it," you say.
Diana sniffles and clears her throat while you walk over to the bottle of wine on the coffee table. You pour yourself a glass and sip it slowly as you wait for Diana to start talking.
"A-After I woke up last week, Amanda told me that she and Katie had met you in the kitchen. And I told them that you were a friend of mine, and that you just liked to be naked. I, uh, don't think they believed that. And, um, then I asked them if they came into my room while I was asleep, and they said that they hadn't, but the way they were looking at me, I- I think they did."
Diana tells her story between breaths as she continuously chokes on her own words.
"Then- Then Amanda told me that all her panties were gone, and, and I- I said that I had thrown them out. I saw the trash can in my room and I, uh, you know."
It seems the bitch did get symbolism. Though, to be fair, you weren't very subtle.
"She asked me if you did it, and I- I didn't want them to know, so I told them I had read something online. That said underwear was unhealthy. And, uh, Amanda, then she asked me if you made me do it. And I told her you that didn't. But Amanda- Amanda..."
Diana begins to cry again, and is unable to continue speaking. As you enjoy your drink, you simply watch her as she cries for a while. After a bit of time however, you put your glass down and walk over to the redheaded woman and slap her again. Unfortunately, it seems that that is not enough for her to regain control of herself, so you take a step back and slug her in the stomach, harder than you have before.
She stops crying almost immediately, as her body goes into recovery mode. She drops to her knees and doubles over. You just look on as she gasps and groans, clutching at her stomach.
"Diana," you call exasperated.
The woman starts to try to stand so you turn around and pour yourself another glass of wine. By the time you've turned back around, she's once more standing with her arms at her side, if a bit more hunched over.
"You were saying?" you ask, prodding her to continue.
"Amanda," Diana begins. "She- She called me a- a fucking slut and said that I had thrown away their underwear because of you. And- And then I slapped her. And I told her to watch her mouth. And- And she looked at me like I was... And Katie looked so scared..." Diana begins to sob again, quietly this time.
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