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Chapter 19 by RosyBoy RosyBoy

What can you do?

Get on your knees and plead for mercy.

Unable to figure out a way to counter Cherry Bomb’s ruthless offence, you decide the best course of action is inaction. You get down on your knees, clasp your hands together, and beg for Cherry to show you mercy. Cherry Bomb looks at you with disappointment and disdain. “No mercy for jobbers.” Cherry proclaims before grabbing handfuls of your gorgeous golden locks. She forces you to face the toilet as you recoil in fear and disgust. You scratch at Cherry’s hands but she refuses to release her hold. She forces your face closer and closer to the toilet, catching a glimpse at the water below. “I wonder how long it took for you to get your hair juuuust right.” Cherry ponders aloud, “And I wonder how long it’ll take to fix it after this, hahaha!”

Cherry Bomb’s maniacal cackling is drowned out when your head is submerged in the toilet water, the water getting right up to your ears. You flail your arms and kick your legs, but Cherry bomb proves too strong again. You try your best not to swallow down any of the gross water as Cherry cruelly holds you under. As you feel your breath about to run out you hear the flush of the toilet. The water drains from the toilet, giving you a brief moment to suck in air.

Cherry Bomb pulls your head back as the water fills back up, and slams you face first into the toilet again. Your wild struggling begins anew as Cherry laughs at your dismay. Cherry lets go of your hair for just a moment so that she can quickly turn around and sit on the back of your head. Your head is **** back into the toilet as Cherry sits atop your head like a toilet seat. She flushes the toilet once more as you thrash beneath her bottom. Water splashes about soaking your entire head.

The swirlie comes to a merciful end as Cherry gets up off of you. You flop out of the toilet and onto the dirty restroom floor. You cough up mouthfuls of toilet water as you gag ceaselessly. Your head and shoulders are soaked in the gross water, and your hair is completely drenched and tangled. You are a soggy and sopping wet mess. You’ve never felt dirtier before in your life. Perhaps begging for mercy was the wrong move after all.

Any chance your humiliation ends here?

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