Wake Up

When you wake up, your arms are tied over your head and you are suspended over what appears to be a shimmering pool of water. Upon closer inspection, though, it looks more like a living pool of mercury or quicksilver. It shimmers and swirls in the moonlight with a strange and hypnotic pattern.

Shifting your gaze upwards, you see Roxie seated on a rock at the edge of the pool, licking her arm like a cat intent on cleaning herself. She senses your gaze and returns it with a seductive smile.

"It's almost over now," she purrs. "In a few minutes, we will be as one."

You don't like the sound of it, but bound and suspended over a pool of quicksilver such as you are, you don't think it will do much good to protest.

The pool begins to stir more rapidly below you and a thin tendril of shimmering liquid metal forms. It reaches up like a tongue and brushes against your bare foot. You bend your knee in an effort to get away, but the tendril lashes up, wraps firmly around your ankle and pulls your leg back down with ease.

"What is your deepest, most dark fantasy?" asks Roxie as she rises and begins loosening the rope which suspends you over the pool. "Would you like to be **** by a hundred people all at once? Or maybe you'd like to be strapped into a giant metal sexual **** device and be fucked within inches of your life?"

You shake your head, not wanting to fall victim to either of those choices.

"You'd better choose one of those," grins Roxie. "If you don't, I'll be **** to choose my own for you. And you know how fucking sick I can be."