This choice: The hooded "witch" wants to play you • Go Back... You flinch as a familiar, creepy giggle seems to echo all around you. Getting up, you look for the source, only to find nobody near you whatsoever. With the terrible mistake you made earlier still clear in your mind, it's hard to imagine this taunting is from anyone but one of your classmates...
Your sense of self-respect, paltry as it is, compels you to stand up for yourself. "H-hey, I know I'm kind of weird, but that doesn't mean you should mess around with me! That just makes you a bully!"
The laughter grows louder and more intense, then stops without warning. Still unnerved, you look around again. Your heartbeat slows down--not to a normal speed, yes, but much better than before. You feel an inkling of relief settle in your chest.
"Okay, she's probably gone..."
"Boo."
You let out a cowardly scream and nearly jump out of your skin. Damnit! Guess she's not...
"Heeheeheehee..." the giggling starts up again. "You know, you're pretty funny--in a pathetic kind of way."
Finally, you could put a name to the taunting voice. W-wait, not a name, a face! Or lackthereof? Nevermind, what's important is that the Witch from your class, who saw you ogling your Ogress classmate's delicious, meaty feet...her thick, wiggling toes...the slightly pale bottoms of her soles...
You slap yourself, noticing how much you were salivating at the thought of her stompers. Ah, I really need to get a grip! I didn't even think about her feet for a second before drooling all over them...
"Hey. Footboyyy...are you awake?" The yellow-hooded Wiccan waves a dainty, yet sweaty hand in front of your face. You yelp again. "Ha! Man, you're easy to scare. That's perfect..."
You gulp. What was that supposed to mean?
She lets her yellow eyes peek out of the pitch-black shadow of her raincoat's hood. They stare right through you, peering into your soul. Then, she breaks out into a mocking grin that you can just FEEL turning knots in your stomach. "Okay! Now that I've got your goldfish-level attention span on me, I'm gonna give you an ultimatum: either you come and be my guinea pig for some enchantments I've been looking at, or you stay here and I tell everyone that you're a dirty foot freak. Your choice..."
Oh come on! Seriously, why does lady luck hate you so much? First you get caught indulging yourself in your stupid fetish, then you get blackmailed into being a witch's potion dummy. Could this day get any worse?
Ugh...should I even fight her on this?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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