"not quite yet."

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

"What!?" Mitsuru hissed, seething with hatred. "You have utterly usurped my authority, stripped me bare in front of my peers, and recorded my humiliation to have both the fate of my reputation and the Student Council in the palm of your hands. What more could you possibly want from me?"

"Just a guarantee," Arata continued. "Your defense of Odagiri and Fushimi, while an admirable display of self-sacrifice, also showed me that you can endure just about any humiliation. How will I know that I've done enough to you so that you and your friends won't try to get back at me as soon as I leave you alone?"

Mitsuru's face was set in a harsh glare, betraying no other emotion. "A topless picture of me is one thing, a five-minute video of me willfully removing my remaining clothing and fondling myself is another," she said.

"Right, right," Arata shrugged. "But I just want to be sure, you know, since you did resist even when your boobs were at risk. So here is my final demand for today: Lie down on that table and masturbate until you reach an orgasm."

Mitsuru gasped. Was there no end to his malice? But before Mitsuru could respond-

"No!" Chihiro cried, a frown appearing on her tear-streaked face. "Hasn't she suffered enough?"

"It pains me to say this," Odagiri also spoke up. "But for Mitsuru's sake I must insist. We will all do as you say from now on, you have our word. Just don't **** her to do this."

"Isn't this going too far, man?" Shoji spoke up. "She already did the strip and everything. Looks to me like she's ready to play ball."

"Yeah," Emiko added. "And she even made sure to look really into it. She looks like a complete bimbo in that video, she wouldn't dare risk us releasing it."

"How dense are you?" Arata yelled, smacking his chatty compatriots upside the head. "Are you blind, or were you just too entranced by her body to see? Does this look like someone who's given up?" he gestured to Mitsuru's erect stature and stern glare. "No, that's the look of someone who just doesn't know when to quit and is just waiting for a moment of weakness on our end. Oh, believe me, I would like to be proven wrong so that we can finish up these negotiations already, but I need to be sure she won't try and fight back. No, she won't give in, not until that stony face of hers is broken and she is left crawling on the ground. Throughout all this, has she ever once begun to cry? To beg? To show anything other than blatant defiance and disobedience to her master!?"

The room fell silent as everyone stared at Arata. The other conspirators glanced at each other before muttering various degrees of assent, though it was clear that they were shaken. Chihiro and Odagiri looked to be at a complete loss for words, jaws agape. As for Mitsuru, she clenched her teeth, finally realizing the true core of Arata's motivations thanks to that emotional outburst. She had assumed that this **** was for nothing more than just control of the student council, to **** that position of authority for his own twisted ends, and humiliating her was to make sure she wouldn't resist. This outburst made her realize, however, that the position of student council president was nothing more than an incidental benefit, as well as a lure to gather followers to his side. What he truly wanted was control over HER, and if he couldn't have her then he would destroy her, completely and utterly. That anyone would go to such means and harbor such desires felt alien to Mitsuru, but looking back, this realization made Arata's prior demand of licking his shoes suddenly make a lot more sense.

"No..." Arata said, frowning and narrowing his eyes. "While this has been a fun afternoon for everyone, especially me, it's time we stopped deluding ourselves. The way she still stands to tall after being humiliated to her core... there is no way Mitsuru Kirijo will ever yield to anyone." Arata made to grab Shoji's phone.

"Stop!" Odagiri yelled. "You already have our word!"

"Don't do it!" Chihiro cried.

Mitsuru shuddered. No doubt Arata had had enough and was going to send that video to everyone! She had to do something, one way or another! She either had to submit so much that she'd able to convince Arata that she really has given up in spirit, or go fully on the offensive, even if it meant fighting alone. There was no more time for half-measures!