You don’t even make contact with the glass. Your shoulder bashes in to the window frame and you go tumbling back down to the ground. The bone feels like it’s on fire; you may have even dislocated it. Worse still, with your hands and your feet so tightly bound together, you can’t even make it back to your feet. You simply writhe and thrash about uselessly on the ground for the next fifteen minutes until Jackie returns.
“You tried to escape?!” She declares with mock sarcasm as she sees you rolling around on the floor. “But an hour ago you were telling me how much you wanted to be my turd!”
“I never said that!” You shout from your prone position on the floor.
“Sure you did, I gave you the choice and you said you wanted to be my shit.” She sighed. “Men… it’s so hard to tell what you want when you keep on changing your minds.”
“I want to live!” You yell
“Well, you say that now, but then in another hour you’ll probably be begging me to turn you into crap again. How about I just get it over with and then we can all be happy? Here, I tell you what—I’ve got a surprise that you’re just going to love!” To your horror, Jackie turns around so that her massive bum is facing your position on the floor and starts to lower her jeans.