It's hard to know when to give up the fight. Some things you want will just never be right. It's never rained like it has tonight before.

When Nick woke up, it wasn’t Mary in bed with him. He recoiled in surprise when he saw a cascade of long, blonde hair belonging to a naked woman with her back turned to him. What the hell? My night was with Mary. This can’t be…

“Gina…?” He whispered. The girl stirred and turned over to greet him with a smirk that made his blood run cold.

“Good morning, darling,” Sylvia cooed, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sylvia!” Nick growled, stumbling out of bed. “What the hell are you doing in my room?! Where are my pants?! Where’s Mary?!”

Sylvia rolled her eyes. “So much for enjoying the afterglow,” she sneered. She picked up her cane, which was lying beside the golden nightstand, and tapped it on the floor. Black spread out from the point of impact, rolling over the carpet and up the walls, swallowing the furniture, the paintings, the TV, everything, turning it all into a mirror of the Master’s Suite, but with a gothic style.

“…I’m not in my room, am I?”

“You are not.”

“So what am I doing here?” He growled, grabbing the dark sheets to cover himself. “I thought I was supposed to be spending the night with Mary?”

“You are, the real you is fast asleep in bed, sadly resisting temptation to cuddle up to that cute little farm girl and sow some wild oats in her fertile fields,” Sylvia assured him. “I brought your mind here to remind you of our bargain.”

Nick stared dumbly at her.

“Bargain…?”

Sylvia’s eye twitched. “Remember? Our deal? I would go easy on the girls, and not have any elimination punishments that are too debilitating, and in exchange, you would be receptive to the girls’ advances, and not turn them down if they genuinely wanted to do things with you.”

Nick scowled. “I remember. But what’s the problem? I feel like I’ve lived up to that pretty well. The other night, I was with Dawn and Rose, and-”

“I don’t care about that,” Sylvia shook her head. “Good for you, though.”

Nick stared at her suspiciously. From just the expression on her face, he could almost be mistaken in thinking she was actually worried about him. This must have been serious.

“Then what is it?”

“Tonight, Gina will be joining you in the Master’s Suite,” Sylvia said. “You should realize by now that she'll want to have sex with you.”

Nick sighed. “I know.”

Gina, Dakota, and Carly had all made their intentions abundantly clear. He had resigned himself to the knowledge that whichever one of them got to him first would probably be the girl he lost his virginity to.

“I just wanted to warn you that our deal stands,” Sylvia said. Again, she didn’t sound like she was chastising him. She sounded concerned. “Gina… I think it might be very hard for you, to give her what she needs.”

Nick frowned. Yeah, that was probably the case. But it wasn’t something he had any intention of discussing with her.

“Is there anything else?” He asked, trying to sound polite even though he was pissed. Sylvia was the one who’d **** him into this position in the first place.

And she had the audacity to look hurt when he rebuked her?

“…Fine,” she said, tapping her cane on the floor. “Good luck.”

Nick’s eyes snapped open and we woke up. He wasn’t naked this time, thank the lord. If he had been, then the redhead sleeping next to him would NOT have reacted well.

As if on cue, Mary rolled over and yawned, sitting up in bed. She winced.

“Ow, not again…” She mumbled, massaging her chest. She was half-asleep, and had yet to realize the person in bed with her was not Kim, her usual roommate, but someone else entirely.

Then she took stock of the golden décor in the Master’s Suite, and put the pieces together.

“A-Ah…” She turned pale, staring at Nick like he’d caught her tearing up a Bible.

“Mary, it’s not-”

“I’m not a bad person!” She screamed, clutching the sheets to her chest. “I swear! I don’t touch myself in unclean ways, Nick! It’s just that with my new figure, my body, that is… my… m-m-my breasts, they just…”

She was hyperventilating at this point, and it looked like she was about to pass out.

“Mary, Mary, it’s fine!” Nick assured her. “I know you must be going through some stuff. Don’t worry. I don’t think that you’re… a bad person.”

Even if she’d been touching herself for pleasure he wouldn’t think that. But Mary was difficult to reason with.

Hearing his reassuring words put Mary’s heart at ease. She sighed in relief and the smile returned to her face. “I’ll go make breakfast!”

Nick watched her curvy ass shake as she strolled to the kitchen and reminded himself to keep it under control. Mary was too delicate for stuff like this right now.

He felt an urge inside him to speak up, though. She needed to know.

"Mary..." He croaked out.

“I’m fucked. I’m so, totally fucked,” Nick muttered, cradling his face in his hands.

“…And good morning to you, too,” Holly said dryly, setting her book down and staring at him across the table. When Nick had contacted her through one of the faeries to meet for coffee after breakfast, this was NOT the response she’d expected.

“No, no, you don't get it,” Nick said, shaking his head. “This is terrible. Awful. Terribawful. I need some advice.”

Holly sighed. She had agreed to be his confidant and advisor, so she might as well lend a hand. “Fine. What did you do?”

“Huh?”

“Well, last night was your date night with Mary, right? What did you do?” Holly asked, knowing that if he was acting like this, Mary had to be involved in some way. “What, did you wake up with your face in her big boobs? Or rub your penis up against her? Or did she walk in on you in the shower, and see your big, fat-”

“HOLLY!”

The brunette snapped out of her daze as she realized where her thoughts had been drifting. She turned red. “Th-That… that wasn’t me!” She exclaimed. “I just, well… my thoughts were… argh! Forget it! It’s all that stupid transformation’s fault!”

She was really glad that the girl she was **** to feel subservient towards today was Dakota. As long as she stayed far away from her room, avoiding the antisocial girl shouldn’t be a problem. If she’d gotten Mary again…

“Look, it’s nothing I did,” Nick said. “I was a perfect gentleman with Mary last night, I swear. You can ask her.”

“…Oh,” Holly murmured. Bummer.

She caught herself. Wait, did I really just think that?!

“It’s not about Mary,” Nick said again. “Well, I mean, it kind of is, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

Holly was not amused. “Nick, right now you sound like a politician trying to run out the clock in a debate with a non-answer. Just tell me what you want from me already, I promise I’m not going to get mad.”

Nick doubted that. “I’m going to do something really, really bad, Holly, and I have to do it. But I also know it’s wrong.”

“What is it?”

“I have to have sex with Gina.”

Holly felt a stab of pleasure shoot through her loins. Her mouth began to feel dry, and she took a sip of her coffee.

“R-Really… that’s… that’s wrong?”

Nick stared at her.

“W-Well, what I mean is… Gina likes you, right? She wants to have sex with you,” Holly pointed out. “So is it really wrong to go along with what she wants?” In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered making an agreement with him to keep him from going too far with the girls.

But no, fuck that. This was hot.

“You don’t understand,” Nick shook his head. “The reason I’m going to be sleeping with Gina, it’s not because I have feelings for her. It’s because I made a deal with Sylvia. If I go along with what she wants and have sex with the girls who want to have sex with me, then when one of you is eliminated… Sylvia promised that your transformations won’t be as severe.”

Holly raised her eyebrow. So sex with Nick was on the table now?

Not that he ever would with you, that all-too-familiar voice popped in to remind her.

“I’m still not seeing what the issue is,” she admitted. “Is it because you don’t love her? Is having sex with someone you don’t love for their sake really so bad?”

“No, I… I do feel things for Gina,” Nick admitted. “And under other circumstances, yeah, I want to have sex with her. But… there’s other stuff to consider.”

“Like what?” Holly asked curiously.

“Like… Mary.”

Oh. OH. That’s what this is about.

“You’re worried about how Mary is going to feel when she learns you’ve been having sex with other people,” Holly voiced the concern aloud. “Yeah, that… that could be a problem.”

“Until now, all the stuff I’ve done with the other girls has come just shy of sex,” Nick said. “But I can’t avoid it forever. And… and I don’t want to, either. That’s the thing, Holly, now that I have to have sex with the girls, I’m realizing how bad I want to! To be with Carly, Dakota, Gina, even Rose and Dawn, the other night… no, never mind. Sorry.”

Bastard! Holly wanted to scream. He was teasing her now. She’d stayed up all night resisting the urge to masturbate to fantasies of what the three of them had done together, and here he was, torturing her even more.

“But if you do that, then Mary will probably…”

“She won’t take it well, will she?” Nick winced. “I mean… the way she acts around me, it’s like-”

“She’s in love with you.”

“Exactly, it feels exactly like that,” Nick nodded. “It feels like she’s in love with me.”

Holly sighed. Why were men this dense? It wasn’t “like” Mary was in love with him. Anyone with working eyeballs could see she was head over heels. But that wasn’t her place to say. She didn’t like talking about people behind their backs. Even this conversation felt like it was brushing against a line.

“Look, Nick, I know Mary pretty well,” Holly said. “And yeah, she’s the kind of girl who fantasizes about her ideals. An ideal marriage to the man of her dreams. And she probably does expect you to wait until you’re married, and then you can be together.”

That wasn’t what Nick wanted to hear. “So no matter what… I’m going to hurt her, then?”

Holly took another sip from her coffee. She didn't want to admit it, but she had ****. “That was always going to happen,” she stated plainly. It was a fact. "From the moment we were brought to this island, there was no scenario where Mary would be happy with how things go. I don't think even you're naïve enough to think that the producers would be okay with you two getting married and having committed sex with only each other while leaving the rest of us out in the cold."

_Besides me, anyway. God, the image of Nick forgetting the rest of them and just screwing Mary as hard as he could drove her nuts._

“So what should I do?” Nick asked quietly. "If I tell her the truth, won't that hurt her?"

Holly stared at him like he was an idiot.

“Be honest with her, you moron. Tell her the truth. Yes, it's going to hurt her, but she needs to hear it. You need to tell her that you’re going to be sleeping with other people. Why do you need ME to tell you that?”

This guy! He pissed her off so much sometimes.

Then, she spotted a guilty look on Nick’s face and her expression darkened.

“…What is it?” She growled.

Nick nodded over her shoulder. She turned and saw Mary standing in the street, staring up the two of them. There were tears in her eyes.

“What the fuck?!” Holly exclaimed, turning to Nick. Shock turned to fury and she felt the urge to strangle him.

“She and I… we had this talk already, this morning,” Nick said, getting out of his chair and giving it to Mary to sit down. She was despondent. “I told her the same thing, that I had to do it, that I couldn’t be with her. But… she didn’t want to accept it.”

“…So you used me.” Holly was starting to put the pieces together. The picture they made filled her with rage. “You wanted Mary to hear me back you up! You… you got me to say that she would never be able to get the happy ending she wants?! You absolute bastard!”

“No!” Mary cried, her eyes wide. “It… It was my idea.”

Holly stared at her in shock.

“…Your idea?”

Mary nodded, sniffling. “I… I know. I know that what I want… it can’t happen. It won’t just be Nick and me, together forever. I knew it from the start, I just... I wanted to believe. Even for just one more day, I wanted to believe... that he and I... we could have a real relationship, like an actual couple. But we can't anymore."

She started shaking. "I ruined that chance! I threw him away, and this... this is my punishment from God!" She cried, burying her face in her hands. "This game… Sylvia… this is my penance. I want to be the only one in his heart… but I can’t. Rose said… she said that Kim wanted him too, and I knew… I knew she was right. I'm being punished for my sins.”

Mary collapsed into tears and Holly rushed around the table to hug her friend. Nick stood awkwardly to the side, knowing if he said anything he would only make it worse.

“I knew you would tell him the truth,” Mary sobbed. “So I… I told Nick to talk to you. Because if I could hear it from my best friend, I thought… I thought *hic* maybe… maybe I could find some way to be *hic* okay with it, but… uwaaaaaaah…”

Nick felt like an absolute scumbag. He never wanted to hurt Mary like this. But he couldn’t have kept leading her on, either. Once upon a time, he’d been ready to marry her he’d loved her so much. And even after five years of misery brought on by the misunderstanding, his feelings hadn’t changed nearly as much as he thought they would have.

Even now, he could see a vision of Mary smiling up at him, clad in a white wedding dress. It made him happier than he could imagine, seeing her so fulfilled. He didn't want anything more, and yet...

And yet...

That fantasy, like so many others, was just another impossible dream in Harem Hotel. Sylvia touted it as "the place dreams come true" or some bullshit like that, and that's what it was. Bullshit. Mary's dream of being married wouldn't come true. And the other girls? Carly didn't want to be tied down. Dani didn't even like men. And Holly...

What about their dreams? He couldn’t devote himself to one person. And even if he could… his heart was being tugged in so many directions, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to anymore.

“Don’t be mad,” Mary whispered when she finally stopped crying. “It’s not Nick’s fault.”

“I know.” Holly patted her on the back. “You both did the best you could.”

She glanced up at Nick and offered an apologetic smile. “…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Nick shook his head. What was she doing, apologizing to him? He was the one who needed to apologize. He’d wronged them both, dragging them into a mess like this.

Seeing Mary like that, her eyes red and puffy and her freckled cheeks wet with tears, he made a vow. He wasn’t going to let any of the other girls in his harem cry like that. Not if he could help it.

He would do whatever it took to make them as happy as they could be for as long as they were trapped in this hell.

Nick sat in his room for hours waiting for Gina to arrive. His thoughts were a mess and his heart pounded in his chest. If he’d read her intentions properly, he’d be losing his virginity tonight. For the first time, he’d be having sex with an actual woman. Not just handjobs or blowjobs, but actual penis-in-the-vagina sex.

He wished that was the only reason he felt anxious. But Sylvia’s warning this morning about having sex with Gina being difficult for him kept flashing through his mind, and he wasn’t sure what she’d meant by it.

When she finally entered the Master’s Suite, Nick had trouble recognizing her. While he’d gotten used to her “good girl” appearance, the way she carried herself had always been crass, like the party girl she was on the inside.

Right now, though, she seemed like a good girl in every meaning of the word.

“Hey there. Ready to get to it?” She waved at him and smiled.

The rattle of the cuff on her wrist brought him back to sanity, and he realized that she was wearing short sleeves. Which meant her tattoos were exposed.

FLASH!

An image of Gina chained up to the four posts of the bed, with Nick standing over her, whip in hand, popped into his head.

“Please, master!” Gina cooed, squirming in her bondage. “I’ve been a bad girl…”

FLASH!

The second vision was even more intense. Gina was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, squirming with delight as Nick **** a vibrator up inside her.

“Please, master! Use yours, please, this is no good!” She wailed.

“Stupid slut,” Nick chuckled, spanking her for speaking out of turn. “You haven’t earned that yet.”

FLASH!

The next scene wasn’t even sexual, at least not for Nick. He was lounging back on the couch with his feet propped up, watching a girl decked out in leather getting whipped on the television.

His feet weren’t resting on a footstool, though, they were on Gina’s back as she curled up in supplication at his feet.

“This is the kind of thing you’re into, slut? How quaint.”

“I’m sorry master!” She moaned. “This slut is sorry for having such dirty thoughts!”

“Don’t be,” Nick laughed, fast-forwarding to a scene where the girl in leather was being choked. “I like punishing sluts like you.”

FLASH!

The most intense one so far came next. Gina was bent over Nick’s lap, skirt rolled up, as he swatted her with a paddle.

“You like this, don’t you? This is supposed to be punishment, for being such a dirty slut! You’re not supposed to enjoy it!”

“I’m sorry!” Gina moaned. “I’m such a dirty slut! I’m so slutty I even get off to being punished!”

“How!” SMACK “Am!” SMACK “I!” SMACK “Going!” SMACK “To!” SMACK “Teach!” SMACK “You!” SMACK “How!” SMACK “To!” SMACK “Behave?!” SMAAAAAAACK!

“AAAAAHN! FUCK! CUMMING!”

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Nick stumbled back, overwhelmed by the images flashing through his head. Debasement after debasement of increasing filthiness flooded his mind, enough to make him feel dizzy. But what was that last scene, the one that had flickered away so much faster than the others? He tried to recall it, but it eluded him.

“I’m sorry, master,” Gina whispered, her face strained with guilt. She approached him and took advantage of his confusion to guide him down to sit on the bed. “I wanted to be with you. But last time… we didn’t get our chance.”

“B-Because you said…” She hadn't wanted to have sex with him then, right?

“Shh.” She held her finger over his mouth. “I was a good girl, remember? A good girl doesn’t say she wants her master to **** her down and tear off her clothes.” Her breath hitched as her eyes sparkled.

“He’s just supposed to… do it. Use his strength to show her that he’s a man, and she’s not even a woman, just a set of holes to be used and a pair of tits to be abused…”

She was laying it on thick. This was Gina without her filter, without the small amount of self-control she used to get through the day. He could see the hunger in her eyes. All those images he’d seen, that was what she wanted. That was the sort of sex that would get her going.

So why did he feel uneasy about giving it to her?

“I know you’re hesitating…” Gina whispered, leaning in closer. She pressed her breasts against his chest as her lips came up to his ear. While she kept her balance with one hand on her shoulder, her other hand trailed down to his crotch and began to rub his penis through his jeans.

“Sorry, it’s just… this isn’t how I imagined losing my virginity,” Nick admitted. “I don’t know, I just… I thought it would be more…”

“Intimate? Romantic?” Gina pulled back, staring into his eyes. “Fuck that. Fuck intimacy, fuck romance, just fuck me. You want to know what my first time was like?”

No, he really didn’t. It couldn't have been good.

“Gina…”

“I think I was 14? Or maybe 15? I don’t know, everything back then is a blur,” she admitted. “It was an older guy. I went through puberty early, and the boys had started to notice. And I mean, I was a wreck back then. My life had come crumbling down because I kissed a boy, and then my friend died because of it.”

“Gina, that wasn’t-”

She grabbed his dick through his pants and squeezed hard. He cried out in pain.

“It was my fault,” she hissed. “But no one blamed me for it. Not my parents, not Dakota’s family, not even you. I did something bad, Nick. I did the worst thing possible, I killed somebody! And you know what I got? I got sent to fucking therapy. Everyone was worried about how I felt, seeing her die, as if I was somehow the victim! ME! The girl who fucking killed her! How is that a punishment? Is that what we do to killers now!?”

“Gina…”

She was starting to unravel. “If you do something bad, you’re supposed to be punished, right!?” She shouted, her nails digging into his shoulder. “I was supposed to be punished… but nobody punished me… I killed someone, and nobody even cared!”

Her face was harsh as she fought back the tears. She glared down at Nick, bracing herself like she was expecting him to strike her.

“Is that why you punish yourself?” Nick asked quietly. “With the **** and ****, with all that violent sex?” In all the images of them together, Gina seemed obsessed with Nick punishing her, hurting her.

But she shook her head, denying his accusations.

“I’m not punishing myself,” she hissed. “They’re punishing me. When they push me down and tear my clothes, when they hit me, when they beat me, **** me, spit on me, when they’re **** me so fucking hard that it hurts… that’s when I know that it’s going to be okay. That’s when I know that everything’s alright, because I didn’t get away with it. I am being punished for what I did. And everything's right with the world.”

A broken smile spread across her lips as her tears smeared her makeup down her cheeks.

“I deserve it. I got Dakota killed.”

Nick had felt dirty and sick to his stomach a lot of times in this twisted game. He’d been pushed to the brink of his morality, flailing his arms over a lake of boiling hot lava. And Sylvia was there, bathing in it, beckoning him to join. “The water’s just fine!” She would call to him, making it out like it wasn’t a big deal.

But he’d never felt as horrid as he did right now. Not even when he broke Mary’s heart this morning. He remembered the vow he’d made in that moment, promising not to let any of his girls cry if he could help it. He didn’t know what he could do to dry Gina’s tears, but he would do whatever it took to make her happy, he knew that much.

“You don’t want this,” he whispered, reaching up and brushing her tears aside.

“I do!” Gina snarled, tightening her grip on her shoulder. To prove her point, she fished his dick out of his pants.

Touched the Master’s Penis! +2 VP

But in spite of her touch, in spite of the fact that her breasts were pushed up against his chest, he was completely flaccid.

He couldn’t be aroused by the pitiful sight in front of him.

“You don’t,” he asserted, more forcefully this time. He gave himself over to the master role that Gina wanted him to play. “You’re broken, Gina, and you think you want this. You think you deserve to be hurt. But you don’t.”

“…That’s the thing,” Gina sniffled, breaking their gaze to look down at the ground. “I don’t know anymore.”

Nick stared at her in confusion. She seemed like a completely different person than the girl who’d just broken down in front of him seconds ago.

“What do you mean?” He asked, caressing her cheek.

“My first time I told you about… that’s how it happened… but… it also didn’t happen,” she muttered. “I remember it. But… I also remember a world… a world where Dakota never drowned. A world where I never did anything wrong… where I lived a normal life, with my parents. A happy life.”

She bit her lip.

“A life I don’t deserve.”

“Gina…!”

“Because it’s not real!” She screamed. “None of it is real! She died! She really died! And all that pain, all that suffering, you expect me to just put it in a little box and say ‘oh, well, it doesn’t matter anymore’?! No! I can’t, don’t you understand?”

Her eyes were desperately searching his for something. For what, even she didn’t know for sure.

This time it was Nick who looked away. He’d embraced the memories of Dakota still being alive, because they were better than the alternative. But like Gina had said, even though they felt real, he knew on some level that they weren’t. But he’d embraced them all the same, because they made him feel better.

But for Gina, those memories must have been hell. She’d spent her entire life punishing herself for her sin, thinking that was the only way she could atone for what she’d done. And then she’d gotten all these happy memories of a life where she didn’t need to be punished. Where she could pretend everything was okay. But she couldn't let herself embrace them knowing it was all her fault. It was like she’d been brought right back to the starting line again, when she'd first plunged into a life of self-flagellation.

“Just give me this…” She whimpered. “Just punish me… make me feel it, please… make me remember what’s real, and what’s not. Show me what I deserve.”

“Is this… really what you want?” Nick didn’t know what to do. He felt that if he indulged her, then it would just make things worse. But he wasn’t a therapist. He had no idea what he was doing. An entire other reality of false memories hadn’t been enough to assuage her guilt, so how was he supposed to?

Maybe… maybe if she wanted to be punished… maybe he should indulge her.

Nick guided her down to the bed, leaning over her. She stared up at him hopefully, hunger burning in her brown eyes.

“Do it… I want it, please…” she whimpered. But her words didn’t even reach him, he was too lost in his own thoughts.

If I don’t go overboard… if I do it the right way, without hurting her too badly… it might even be good for her. Nick had never been into BDSM or anything like that. Before coming to this island his tastes made vanilla ice cream seem too spicy. But thanks to a certain horrible movie he’d happened to watch with a cat girl he knew, and the amount of criticism he’d read way back when the movie first came out, he knew that it was about more than just blindly hurting your partner. There was control involved, a mutual consent where one party gave pain and pleasure and the other accepted it. You didn’t just grab a paddle and start wailing away.

That’s not what Gina wanted though. She didn’t want “safe and responsible” BDSM. She just wanted to hurt.

Could he hurt her without really hurting her? Was that even possible?

I’m a virgin for crying out loud… how am I supposed to know what to do in a situation like this?

His mind went back to his date with Mary and the bookstore. Perhaps he should have bought one of those dirty books, something to teach him what to do. But it was too late now.

He took a deep breath and reached for Gina’s throat. She tilted her head back, offering it up to him, and then her eyes opened.

“No, wait…” she gasped. “Chain me up, first.”

Right. He’d nearly forgotten. He stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over his pants as he fumbled to get them off, and went to retrieve the key to her cuffs from the dresser where he’d left them. It was a simple key, with a skull on the top for decoration. He imagined he’d be using it a lot in the nights to come.

Nick returned to the bedroom with the key burning a hole in his hand, and froze at what he saw.

Gina looked beautiful, leaned against the headboard like that, legs spread wide and hands at her sides, prepared in perfect submission. Her eyes stared hungrily into his and she smiled, licking her lips.

As he crossed the room to get to her, he paused. That nagging memory in the back of his mind had fought its way through the sea of filth that surrounded it, and finally managed to make its presence known.

Of the dozens of fantasies of Gina tied up, being struck, choked, or otherwise abused, there was one tiny fantasy that had snuck in there with them. He felt like Pandora in that moment, unleashing all the evil onto the world, and with it, a solitary spark of hope.

Gina was on the bed with him but she wasn’t tied up. She was staring warmly into his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss. And when he moved inside her, it wasn’t to hurt her. It was gentle. For her pleasure, not her pain.

The vision was gone before he even realized it, and Nick didn’t know what to make of it. Was that a conjuration of the false memories implanted in her mind, the fantasy of this “other” Gina? Or was it some lingering fantasy of the real her, the girl who’d abused herself all these years out of self-loathing, while secretly nursing a small spark of desire for something other than pain and anguish?

He didn’t know. He had no idea what she wanted.

"Give me what I deserve," she whispered, staring up him with eyes filled with madness and passion.

But what did she deserve?

Sylvia watched Nick hovering over Gina in quiet contemplation. Just a little more, and he’d lose his virginity.

She felt… irritated. She decided that the irritation in her chest stemmed from being frustrated at his hesitation. He should have been banging her like ten minutes ago, but no, he had to wipe Gina's tears and comfort her and treat her all sweet and gentle and do all sorts of other things that he’d NEVER do for her!

…Wait, what?

To clear her mind, she turned to the comments and winced. As expected, a war had broken out over this.

“Yes! Gina’s the victor! #FirstGirlWins”

“WHY?! He should have waited for Dakota! She’s the one who deserves him the most! #CultOfDakota”

“Dakota came back to life for him, he should have waited. #CultOfDakota”

“Y’all forgetting the golden rule, ‘don’t stick your dick in crazy’.”

“Mods, kick this loser.”

“NICK MADE MARY CRY! BOYCOTT THE SEASON!”

“Ugh, #ChurchOfMary here already?”

“Lol never left #GetMaryPreggers”

“Nick needs to tie her up or it doesn’t count as losing his virginity #AltGirlsMatter #BackToBlack #GinaParty”

“#GinaParty is so stupid! What a piece of shit master! Can’t believe he’d betray best girl like that! #CultOfDakota”

“LMAO rip Dakotacucks”

“#CultOfDakota is just a ripoff of #CultOfTheRose”

“Fake fan everyone knows it’s #RoseGardeners now”

“#RoseGardeners”

“Rose shoulda been the one to take his virginity would have been peak season #RoseGarden #RoseGardeners”

“I want Rose to act out a mommy fetish #RoseGardeners”

“^ This guy knows”

“Nick’s gonna give Rose his Hollywood”

“Holly would”

“Lol”

“LMFAO!”

“I feel bad for Mary too, but Holly still my best girl #HollyTeam”

“I was rooting for Dawn tbh #PetThePussy #PussyPosse #DawnPosse”

“I thought Holly comforting Mary was sweet”

“I feel bad for Carly though, she was after this for so long #CarlyFans”

“Carly won’t mind sharing him though she’s cool #CarlyFans”

“Lol Gina’s getting the D and she doesn’t even have folks in chat representing, riplmao no wonder she’s least popular #CultOfDakota”

“Dakotacucks stay malding best girl wins #GinaParty”

“I won’t be joining #GinaParty until we get #BackToBlack. #GothGirlWhen”

“#DicksForDani #DaniCrew”

“#DaniCrew still around lmao”

“#DicksForDani never happening lol Dani x Carly is couple of the season #TeamGamerGirls”

“Team Gamer Girls bathwater when”

“Dude.”

“WTF”

“Call a mod”

“Blocked lmao”

“KIM IS GOING TO WIN THE SEASON THESE OTHER HARLOTS HAVE NOTHING ON HER SHE IS THE MOST POPULAR MOST SEXY I WISH I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH HER NICK DOESN’T DESERVE HER”

“^ Average #KimClique user.”

“Gina getting first sex is 20 VPs that puts her in first #GinaParty”

“Carly gonna make that up though when she gets her hands on him #CarlyFans #StreamTheDream #CosplaySexIsBestSex”

“Carly Rose and Dani in threeway”

“Fourway with Nick”

“No a dick ruins it.”

“^ Why is that guy even here.”

“Dakota will make Gina pay she’s so getting eliminated #CultOfDakota”

“Don’t eliminate Gina! #AltGirlsMatter #GinaParty”

“#GetMaryPreggers”

“#SylviaSquad”

Sylvia sighed and nursed her headache. Things were clearly going in a direction, that was for sure. She couldn’t help but smile. It was all working out beautifully.