ANAL PRINCESS

...I recognized that voice.

It wasn't that long ago that I last heard it... But it already felt like a lifetime...

"Do not turn your head. Do not move. Yes. This is a gun placed against the back of your head. And I will pull the trigger, turn your brains into a red mush... if you make one wrong move."

Shit.

Shit shit.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Gotta think fast, I gotta-

"Hand me the phone over your shoulder. And do not touch one goddamn button on it. Otherwise..."

CLICK.

She released the safety.

...

Don't... panic... Jack...

I... Really don't have much time to think here...

Is there a move? Any move I could make it?

That doesn't end with the... the...

...the inside of my head painting the opposite wall?

Was there any button I could push on the app?

No, wait, that didn't matter... She would see me doing it and I'd be dead...

Wait a minute! She was about to see the screen! The whole fucking screen! With Gloria's extremely questionable ass-trait out in the open!

How in the fuck would anybody ever explain anything like that?

"Really?" She spoke up again, almost giving me a heart attack. "You're really going to make me count here? Because I will shoot you. Jack. Unless you hand me that motherfucking phone in the next five seconds."

I.. I..

"Five..."

Her traits? Could... Could I use her traits?

"Four..."

What the fuck was her trait in the first place?! I CAN'T REMEMBER!

"Three..."

It... It had something to do with... with...

"Two..."

I think peer pressure? HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO-

"One... and..."

"I BET YOU DON'T HAVE THE GUTS... TO NOT SHOOT ME!"

"...what?"

...

Okay, yeah, that sounded really stupid and weird, even I had problems wrapping that sentence around my head. But as a completely **** move... I'd give it an F plus.

"I bet that... that you're... you-"

"Shut up!" she interrupted me coldly "You know what? Fuck this."

After that...

All I remember was something metallic hitting the back of my head real hard.

Very likely the butt-end of her pistol.

And me falling on the floor... completely stunned.

After that... just black.

Oh yeah... And I think my thumb accidentally pressed Route B for Gloria.

Damn.

I wanted to...

stuff her ass...

full of...

toys...

I woke up with a sharp, high heel kick to the stomach.

It hurt like a motherfucker.

Not my favorite way to wake up. No, I'd have to put this one in the bottom five. Of all time.

I slowly began opening my eyes and focusing on my surroundings.

And on my current situation.

No.

For fuck's sake, not again.

My hands were tied behind my back. I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

And I had one of those bondage gags in my mouth.

No no no...

No!

Why now! I had just beaten Maria, and here I was! In the same goddamn predicament I was one week ago!

The only thing missing was the chair!

At least I didn't wake up in some unknown storage house, we were still in the same room.

And there she was.

Looking down on me so smugly.

Reagan.

"Mffmfmffmff!"

I believe I tried saying something along the lines of "what the fuck", but can't be totally sure. I was still a little woozy from the hit to the back of the head.

If I survived this... I promised myself to make the next week completely blackout-free.

Three times was more than enough for five days. It was a miracle I didn't have a permanent brain injury yet.

At least I think I didn't?...

I... I really needed to assess this situation.

Yes... this was definitely defcon one. Completely FUBAR. All the indicators were showing red.

She held my phone in one hand, still looking over it with interest.

In her other hand was the gun. And me... just helplessly voiceless on the floor.

This... None of this... Why?

Smiling at the rising level of panic in my eyes, she silently sat on the desk in the middle of the room. Yes, the one I just fucked Gloria on. Either she didn't know that, or just didn't care.

"Happy you're back, Jack. You were **** for... ten minutes straight."

What?

That long?

It... It didn't feel like it?

Then again, she had enough time to completely tie me up and gag me...

Using the very equipment I myself bought for this room. Fuck.

I tried to form a question with just my face. As if begging for an explanation to all of this.

She scoffed. "I really don't feel like you deserve any sort of closure, Jack. And I thought about that option. Just never telling you anything. But then again... I really want to see that slow look of realization hit your face. I think I deserve it at this point."

She dragged the table closer to me, and then sat back down.

Now her swinging legs were almost hitting me in the face.

Her... high heels looked sharp.

Like... Really sharp...

Wait...

I was frightened to look down... But I had to...

Yes...

There was... a red stain in the middle of my stomach...

Oh God...

"Calm down. I didn't stab you with my shoe. Probably just scratched a little. But... Don't do anything stupid. These things are deadly weapons. Especially if I'm wearing them."

She held one shoe close to my face. Yeah... there was a splotch of my blood coloring the tip.

"So yeah. Here's the thing. When I tell someone I'm going to hunt them to end of the world... I actually mean it. Got it?"

I nodded.

What else could I do?

"Well, happily, you didn't even go that far. I'll make this short. Ever since we... 'met'... one week ago, I had to take a vacation from my job. Mainly because I was sick. Nobody has ever... made me do something against my will. And to do something so... unbelievably disgusting... It simply shouldn't be possible."

Yeah right. I remember her drumming Gloria's ass like it was a pair of bongos... And doing it very voluntarily.

Okay, maybe the stuff after that took some manipulating...

"People have always told me that my will is made of iron. That's what got me through army. Through all the bullshit I've had to deal with the Diamantis. Through people like you," she said as she poked my chin with the tip of her heel. "But what happened a week ago... It felt almost supernatural. And then there were the stuff you said... About eventually controlling both the Diamantis... That was the stupidest thing I had ever heard, but you looked so... certain about it."

That's because I was.

"I didn't spend my vacation lying down. I... decided to tail you. To follow you. Oh yes. I gotta ask though... did you suspect it? At the start of the week you seemed to look over your shoulder everywhere you went. And you acted as if you, at least thought, you were sneaky with your movements or something... I gotta tell you... You really, really weren't."

...

Hey, I'm not a professional at this, bitch.

"So... what do you think I learned? Following you all week?"

...did she... see everything?

"I'm not going to list everything, Jack. It disgusts me even to think about it. All the nasty stuff you did publicly with your boss... The way you used her on that beach was especially horrifying... But hey, maybe she was into it... But was Lana into it? Was Anna-Marie into it? What about Hayley? And that girlfriend of your ex-wive's... I forget her name now... But Ulla was definitely not into it. Neither were those two proud feminists you met at the park yesterday."

...okay... I had done way too much stuff outside, in the open...

but... I... I thought I was finally safe...

"If anything, yesterday clinched it for me. You have something... unnatural with you. The way you turned all those three women into your... playthings... I just made me want to kick your dick in."

She hung her foot dangerously close to my crotch.

Shit... I really didn't want to be turned on right now...

Fuck... why could I only focus on how incredibly hot her outfit looked? Those two titties desperately wanted to burst out of that white vest... I wanted to bite them, mold them, slap them and-

Okay, I definitely had a brain injury. I really shouldn't focus on... those. Not right now.

"But... I finally began putting things together. You were on your phone constantly. Always checking something, despite the fact that these women were throwing themselves at you. And then... I realized, as odd and insane as it sounded... They were with you BECAUSE of your phone. You used it constantly with me and Gloria a week ago."

Oh no...

"I made my decision. This morning... I broke in here. Oh, how did I know how to come here, you ask? Obviously, Wednesday night, as your hedonism was growing out of control, and I saw you importing a bunch suspicious boxes inside your office building... I knew that you were constructing something. It didn't take me long to find this place and almost... vomit. But... I realized you'd probably come here at some point again, by yourself, and we'd get to have this lovely moment to ourselves. I didn't think it would be this soon. I was prepared to wait for days."

But... but... where did she...

"Oh I was in the closet... the one you kept your perverted toys in. It's empty now, though. I destroyed them completely. From the closet, I could see... the whole... unbelievably criminal and barbarous thing you just did. All of it."

"mfmfmfmffff!"

I believe I tried saying something about it not being criminal.

"Don't bother protesting. The ten minutes you were out... I took a look at your phone."

...

"Yeah... It makes zero sense to me... But I guess I've just got to accept it. The Submission Accelerator. Explains everything that has happened so far."

...

"I read every single thing you got here. All the 'traits', the 'locks'... Which, I guess, explains why I haven't been able to orgasm all week."

...

"Oh wow. You turned completely pale. I guess I'm the first person other than you that knows about this now? Did you plan on keeping this a secret forever or something?"

...

"You don't find this thing completely supernatural and weird? Did you just accept this? No questions asked? You can just control people, dominate them limitlessly? There's no information on here who the developer is... Is it you? I highly doubt it... there's no way you're secretly some super genius... Is this a social experiment or something? How many other people have this app? Is it an ultra secret test from CIA? Some kinda North Korean virus? Or did you just... brush past all those questions, and use it because you... could?"

...

"Look, I know you can't talk... And I don't really care what your answer is anyway. Whatever this is... It's evil. And you used evil. And the thing is... I can't even deactivate this. I can't find anything in the settings that removes your account. I can't uninstall it from your phone. But... There was an interesting bit of tidbit in the information section..."

...she quieted down, looked me deep in the eyes and got really serious...

"Apparently... all the traits, scores and locks deactivate... when the "user"... dies."

...

nonononono...

"I'm not a killer by nature, Jack... But... following you this week... I've concluded, that you're nothing but evil. Even if I could somehow deactivate this thing some other way... I don't think I should. I think you've done too much damage to this world... to keep living."

...

is... this... it?

She picked up her gun.

Pointed it straight at my forehead.

...

Game over.

I failed.

My dream... Was so close...

Yet so far...

...

But...

There...

Was no gunshot...?

No...

Instead, I heard her...

Chuckling?

Could it be...

"Jeez... Oh God, Jack... What did you say to me before I gagged you? That... I didn't have the guts... not to shoot you? Fuck. Such a stupid thing to say. And I've read my profile. It's a trait you've put on me. Peer pressure. I know that... And yet, it works. This thing is seriously too effective. I can't shoot you now."

I let out the longest sigh of my life...

But almost immediately stopped breathing again.

She pulled out a knife from another holster.

"Looks like we're going to have to be messier about this."

As she got nearer with the knife, and I was about to faint from shock...

There was a loud knock on the basement door.