Fuck no

She put us so close I could feel Kat's breath on my face. The pose didn't appear particularly sexual but given we were separate for our first shift and she was putting us together for the second, I didn't have a good feeling about later. Since I couldn't even move my eyes, I was stuck looking at Kat's eyes. I was expecting them to convey some kind of emotion, like terror but they didn't. They seemed almost calm. I had a feeling that was just because the magic wasn't allowing her to move.

It was strange to be so close to her, my hands literally on her back and hip and yet I was unable to give her any comfort. If I had to guess she was probably mistakenly thinking the fact I can't express myself means I am handling this okay or something but the truth was, even though it had only been a few hours into this punishment. I was pissed and scared.

I had seen 2 people that had played Samuel's twisted game. Clara Joy, the president who was playing with a coloring book like an 8 year old. Someone who had lost and was clearly broken beyond repair as a result. And Samantha, a supposed winner that seemed to take fucking joy from our pain. She seemed just as broken just in a different way. Was that what lies ahead of me and Kat? Being turned into a monster or a doll? Which was better?

No I told myself. I would not submit to those two ideas. I would win. I would escape. I would save Kat and if possible everyone else under Samuel's thumb!

"Tessa!" I heard. Fuck. My mom. Why mom. Why did you have to pick today of all days to go to the mall.

"Tessa Brooks!" she said louder while hitting the glass.

I knew my mother. She'd come inside. Demand to speak to the manager. Demand to know why her daughter was on display. The only question left for me was, how was Samantha going to react to her?

I was left just sitting their wondering for about five minutes before Samantha came in the room next to me.

"Your mom is quite loud," she said. "You can move."

I practically pissed myself. I really had to pee. "Can I at least use the bathroom this time?"

"Depends how well you behave. Remember, I am one of Samuel's friends. Make trouble at my work and he will be upset."

Yeah yeah yeah. I fucking got it.

I came out to see my mother just starring at me dumbfounded.

"Why are you doing this?" My mom asked me.

I thought of Kat. What happened the last time I "involved someone" and my throat closed up. As much as I wanted to cry and hug her. A part of me felt like that was the last thing I should allow myself to do.