She's still your favorite, spare her.
From Create Your Own Story
You pull her Body up with your leash tentacle, laughing menacingly as you do.
“You know, I like you Michele, and that’s why I’m going to make you wait. I want to see the agony of your incoming demise break your last string of sanity.”
She struggles, gasping for air while you choke her. Her face is turning red like a tomato and her eyes look like they’re ready to pop. Her mouth keeps opening and closing as her hands keep searching your grasp for any way to free her. Her legs kick around a bit, soon stoping. Her hands grab less and less as her face grows brighter red. And her struggling slows down as she is choked, until finally her hands and legs drop, like a dead body. You drop her after seeing this, and she falls to the ground. Suddenly she begins kicking and thrashing like a bull being captured, and begins breathing heavily she slowly comes back from the brink of death as you stare at her with your smile. She breathes deeply while coughing, and you take this as the right time to tie her back up again on the neck.
“Now then, you will bring me back another scientist to turn into my slave, do you understand?” You ask still holding your grip tightly around her.
“I’ll never do it, you can kill me or rape me all you want, but the last thing I’ll do is force this upon someone else.” Michelle said.
“Very well, then I will make you do it.” You determine. A large tentacle emerges from your stomach, and slithers it’s way over to Michelle, meeting her at eye level. She looks at it trying to hide her fear. Suddenly the tentacle springs onto her face, clinging on with its three small triangular tentacles. Michelle tries to pull it off with her hands, using all her force, but she isn’t strong enough. Michelle struggles for a bit and then realizes she can breathe inside of it. As she struggles more she notices a funky taste to the air. Realizing it’s some sort of gas, she stops inhaling, but by then it’s to late, she can already feel her mind getting fuzzy, her eyes getting hazy and her movements getting slower. She breathes more of the gas in, smiling while she does. She can’t believe how she feels. Her entire body feels so tingly, and her eyes are droopy. The tentacle detaches from her face, and moves backwards as she reaches for it.
“More.... I want more” she begs while entranced by its toxic ferocity.
You laugh, it clearly has worked.
“Did that feel good?” You ask her
“It felt wonderful, I loved it, more people need to have this” she says coming back to her permanently damaged state of mind.
Corruption: 122%
