...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You are getting steadily more nervous as you wait for T to pick you up (and it doesn't help that he is late). You've changed into a tiny jean mini-skirt, and a silky tank top that is barely there, one of your most daring outfits. You hope that T is a nice guy. Obviously he helped you today, but you don't feel like you can tell anybody that you are going out with a senior! Even your dad doesn't know where you're going and thinks that you are going to a friend's for the night. You keep waiting where T said he would pick you up (in his car!), but he is over 20 minutes late, and not helping your nerves at all. Finally, there he is!
You get in the car and nervously turn to say hi. T says, "Look babe, I don't want to make small talk. Just wait until we get there, 'kay?"
As you sit in silence, you wonder where you're going. T hasn't told you anything, and now is treating you like shit. Still, he could have had a rough day. You decide to give him a quick, nervous smile, and then you look out the window while the silence grows. Where are you headed?
You finally arrive at a house, and follow T into a finished basement. T sits on the couch with you, and puts his arm around you in a protective way. "Now we can talk, sweetcheeks."
(Sweetcheeks? ... you think...) "Um, thanks for helping me today T," you stutter. "Hhh, how is your day going?"
"Better now, bitchface." T grabs your shoulder even tighter. "I've got about 100 text messages from you cheating on your math test. You better do exactly as I say, or else I'll take them straight to your teacher and the principal." T starts to laugh: "and that means no more cheerleading, a guaranteed fail, and hell, with the school's new rules on cheating, they might just expel you for good."
You start to cry and pull away from T so you can run towards the staircase.
"I don't think so, cunt." T grabs you, ripping your shirt, and throws you onto the couch. He slaps you across the face so hard you can barely breathe. "You're mine now."
- Do whatever he says... You have no choice
- Fight as hard as you can to break free... You have no choice, but giving in is worse
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
