Defy Charlotte's blackmail
From Create Your Own Story
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With that, Charlotte bends forward from the waist until her head almost touches the ground. Before she can straighten back up, you leap into the air and lock your legs around her neck in a tight scissor. You hear the sound of bones snapping. | With that, Charlotte bends forward from the waist until her head almost touches the ground. Before she can straighten back up, you leap into the air and lock your legs around her neck in a tight scissor. You hear the sound of bones snapping. | ||
| - | Charlotte's lifeless body drops to the ground. Luckily, there were no witnesses. You drag her by her hair (to avoid leaving fingerprints) into what appears to be a disused former classroom, shouldering the door open since your hands are otherwise occupied. Judging by the amount of dust on the desks, no one has been in this room for years. Using your shirttail, again to avoid fingerprints, you close the door behind you as you re-enter the hall | + | Charlotte's lifeless body drops to the ground. Luckily, there were no witnesses. You drag her by her hair (to avoid leaving fingerprints) into what appears to be a disused former classroom, shouldering the door open since your hands are otherwise occupied. Judging by the amount of dust on the desks, no one has been in this room for years. Using your shirttail, again to avoid fingerprints, you close the door behind you as you re-enter the hall. |
You didn't mean for it to go that far. Is this place turning you into someone just as bad as the people who run it? | You didn't mean for it to go that far. Is this place turning you into someone just as bad as the people who run it? | ||
Current revision as of 02:05, 27 February 2019
"Bent over, like how?" you say.
Charlotte glares at you. "You can't possibly be that stupid, can you?"
"Please, show me. What am I supposed to do?"
"You don't know what bent over means? Really?"
You shake your head.
"No wonder you were sent here. How'd you get past first grade?"
With that, Charlotte bends forward from the waist until her head almost touches the ground. Before she can straighten back up, you leap into the air and lock your legs around her neck in a tight scissor. You hear the sound of bones snapping.
Charlotte's lifeless body drops to the ground. Luckily, there were no witnesses. You drag her by her hair (to avoid leaving fingerprints) into what appears to be a disused former classroom, shouldering the door open since your hands are otherwise occupied. Judging by the amount of dust on the desks, no one has been in this room for years. Using your shirttail, again to avoid fingerprints, you close the door behind you as you re-enter the hall.
You didn't mean for it to go that far. Is this place turning you into someone just as bad as the people who run it?
