This choice: Espio wakes up in an unfamiliar place. • Go Back... Espio had a headache as he came around. For a while, his eyes couldn't focus, and all he could do was mumble groggily. "Ooh...goodness, my head...what happened" he moaned as he tried to focus on his surroundings. As the sight grew clearer, he had a new question on his mind. "Huh...wait, where am I?" He peered around more. He was strapped to a chair, it was like a lounge chair only with metal cuffs to keeps his arms and feet restrained at an odd angle. The rest of the room was made of steel, and appeared cold, intimidating. Before he could be left alone to his thoughts any longer, a slender female crocodile slinked into the room, unbeknownst to him the same person that had been in the agency last night. She was backed up by at least seven crocodilian goons. "Greetings, chameleon, to my modest fruition of lifelong dreams! I do hope you are comfortable in that seat, I ordered the workers to make it extra plump for your relaxation benefit. And over there is my state-of-the-art security system, to make sure you are safe and well during..."
Her voice trickled to a whisper as she noticed Espio's inattentiveness. Espio had instead observed something else about her; she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on! Her proportions were just right, her delicate and expensive clothing oozed effortless chic, her aqua eyes radiated an underlying naive innocence, he was almost salivating at the sight. The female cleared her throat, knocking Espio back to his senses. "Please, chameleon, I am not some sort of beauty goddess. I am merely plain and somewhat ugly Setella, heiress to the kingdom of Reptilia." Espio had to glance down and gulp his words after she spoke, desperate to focus on the fact he and Vector had been abducted. "That is why I brought you here, actually." "Hmm?" Espio turned back, finally about to get some answers to the whole thing. "I know that my awful looks won't be able to earn me a man no matter how I try. My suitors all tell me I am wrong and that it is purely me having low self-esteem, but I am sure they are simply trying to be kind." Espio rolled his eyes and shrugged. 'Figures that she'd be fickle,' he thought. "Instead, I have not set my sights for the hunks. No, I am after the kind of man I want; a slob. A lazy, dumb slob who will love me unconditionally and allow me to cater to them for their whims! I want the perfect crocodilian lover!"
"Hold on a second!" Espio yelled, derailing her expositional monologue. "You say you want the perfect crocodilian lover. For one, why pick on me when I'm not a crocodilian? For another, how would you know if they are obedient?" Setella grinned from earhole to earhole, unsettling Espio. "Well, I originally did want that only, and I found him...the perfect one!" "Vector?" Espio quickly interjected. "Yes, your best friend. I was going to take him and just leave it at that but...when I was doing the research on how to snag him...I found out about you and...I thought you were just too cute to leave to waste, so I decided that I'd get both of you to provide the perfect duo!" Espio recoiled at her enthusiasm. "You want me to be part of your love affair? Why would I agree to do that when I'm not a slob?!" he cried. "Although you are pretty delicious eye candy..." he whispered to himself.
Setella giggled, making Espio really worried at this point. "Silly chameleon, that is what this machine is for!" She pulled out a small controller and pressed the brown button on it. In response, a robot came rushing through the security door, and a machine of sorts lower from the ceiling. It appeared to have a television connected to it, as well as a...tube of sorts? "This room is the brainwashing room of course. To make my lovers, I just send them through this system and they become willing slobs in no time! Would you like to see an example I prepared earlier?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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