Body-Writing
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 13:30, 8 August 2024
The slap echoes in the bathroom, leaving a crimson handprint on the prefect's cheek. She gasps, eyes wide with shock and pain, as you grab the permanent marker from your pocket. The tip feels cold and firm in your hand, a tool of your newfound power. You start with her forehead, scribbling "FREE USE" in thick, black letters. She tries to twist away, but you're too quick, too fueled by your hatred. You continue down her body, marking her with degrading symbols and words that you hope will scar her soul as much as her skin. Each line you draw feels like a victory, a way to claim her as your own.
You move to her chest, circling her breasts and writing "PUBLIC PROPERTY" around her nipples. She whimpers, trying to cover herself with her bound arms, but you just push them away, grinning sadistically. You trace the lines of her ribs, her stomach, her thighs, leaving a trail of filth and pain in your wake. You're not just fucking her; you're marking her, branding her as your territory. You want everyone to know what she is, what she's been reduced to because of you.
As you're about to start on her backside, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. With a manic laugh, you pull out the marker and, with the same enthusiasm as a toddler with a new set of crayons, you scribble "RAPE TOY" across her back in giant, bold letters. The prefect's eyes widen in horror, and she starts screaming even louder, her voice raw from the sobs that have been tearing through her throat. The footsteps stop abruptly, and Mr. Jenkins' heavy boots stomp closer. The door slams open, and the sound of his voice booms through the small bathroom. The bathroom door swings open, and in walks Mr. Jenkins, the school's burly gym teacher. He takes in the scene before him, his face a mask of disgust and anger. The other boys freeze, their eyes wide with fear. For a second, time seems to stand still as the reality of what you've done hits you like a ton of bricks. But you're not going to let this ruin your moment of triumph.
Do you:
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 99 | Equipment:
discman, Backpack with lunch |
| Status | Angry | |
| Gender | Male | |
| Social Group | Loner | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
