Chapter #5Go On by: Unknown You think of Stacey, looking vibrant as always as always, waving pom pom's and smiling. http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2243...
You wonder why you, of the whole school that adored her, you were the lucky guy. Of course your male bravado suggested because it was because you were the best looking, the wittiest, the blah blah. In reality, you knew you were none of those things, and maybe even subconsciously you even picked up on it. That gut feeling would've saved you, but it was too late seeing that you walked through Stacey's front door, her greeting you and immediately seating you at her dining table. http://static3.businessinsider.com/image...
As you sat there, you realized you couldn't move. Sure you were drinking the water in front of you, but beyond that you couldn't do anything, you strained your mind trying to move your foot, but to no avail. Stacey then entered wearing the equal to a prom dress, her cleavage hanging out in just the perfect way, her hips swaying and sashaying to sit in front of you at the dinner table in the perfect way. http://s2.favim.com/mini/34/beautiful-bl...
If you weren't having such a mental predicament, you would've complimented her and blah blah blah. Stacey simply sat down and smiled at you in a very "I know something you don't way," and began to speak.
"Elliot, my Grandma was a lot like me. She lived her live to please men, she was head cheerleader like me, she was the prettiest girl in school like me, and she was always held back because of her gender and beauty. It's just that, if I stay the way I am, I'll be doomed to repeat her fate, being a homemaker, a wife, a (*she gagged) Mother. She left me the means to switch out of a horrible fate, and Elliot, you were the only one who I could lure into this trap. All other guys wanted to go to the movies or out to eat, but you had to be the gentleman. And for that, you get this."
She pulled out an old medallion of some kind, holding it in her hand and raising it above her head, beginning to chant. Soon, against my own will, I began to share in her chant as our voices melded together and I felt a pulling on myself, not physical, but something deeper. I fainted after that.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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