Harem Hotel: Sins of the Father

This is a Dark Side season, that will contain references to past Sex Crimes, Physical Abuse, and Abuses of Power. As well as Orientation Play and Minor Raceplay. Viewer discretion is advised.

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The camera pans across a tropical island, that is covered in lush greenery. Panning to the front of the island a large luxury hotel curves around a shimmering blue lagoon. The camera then pans to a massive volcano in the center of the island before entering the entering the vent of the volcano and traveling down. Inside the volcano is a large opulent throne room made of black volcanic stone. Along the walls of the room are regal red tapestries, each with two featureless figures, one standing tall and the other kneeling. The camera pans over to the front of the room where, on a raised platform, sits a throne made carved out of gleaming black obsidian stone with plush red cushions. In front of the throne’s platform six stools made of black volcanic stone like the walls of the room. Finally, the camera pans to the center of the room where a figure is emerging from the pool of lava that sits there.

She is 9 feet tall with the build of an Amazon. Her body is made of obsidian glass, her eyes glow a fiery orange, and her hair is made up of strands lava that flows down to the ground behind her. The figure raises both of her hands in air and with a calm sultry expression on her face.

“Hello my lovely, depraved viewers, and welcome to a new season of your favorite show in the multiverse Harem Hotel. And while I am sure I have many returning fans, allow me to introduce myself to the new viewers. My name is Obsidian, the host they call upon when a Master or Mistress needs a few pushes to take their long overdue revenge on the people who ruined their lives. And do we have a Master in need of revenge this season! Isolated, bullied, and abused by nearly everyone in his hometown! Unjustly expelled from the nearby college! Heart shattered in two with no explanation! Overlooked at his job with his hard-earned promotion stolen by the CEO’s daughter! And in just a minute he will be run over and killed by a driver who is more worried about her makeup than watching the road!”

Obsidian closes her eyes and shakes her head in sadness.

“And my dear audience, you must be asking what our dear Master could have done to deserve everything that has happened to him.”

Obsidian’s eyes snap open with a fiery fury.

“Absolutely nothing! Every horrible thing that has ever happened in our beloved Master’s life, the reason three of them hurt him and the reason he was in range for the other to hurt him stems from ONE source! The actions of his deceased father are what caused every tragedy to befall him!”

Obsidian closes her eyes before her calm smile returns as she opens them once more.

“But fear not, the horrible women who unjustly aimed their rage at him and the nasty women they drove him into the arms of will pay the Master back a hundred-fold. I welcome you all to Harem Hotel: Sins of the Father!”

As soon as the camera goes dormant, for the opening credits and ads to play, Obsidian’s sultry demeanor drops as the energy drains from her body. With a tired sigh she conjures a throne of molten rock to sit on. As soon as she sits two small imps made of lava emerge from the lava pool and both begin shining her volcanic glass body. The one polishing her front speaks up.

“It’s okay mama! The last few seasons have just been flukes! I’m sure the Master this season will be a great Master!”

The imp polishing her back nods eagerly.

“Yeah mama! You just had some bad luck with the last few! You still have an amazing eye for picking Masters!”

Obsidian smiles tiredly at her children’s encouragement.

“Come here my little imps.”

Both imps fly in front of her with wide eyes and she pets their cheeks.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence little ones, but between my recent failed attempts, and the rise in popularity of those saccharine fluffy seasons my days of hosting might be behind me. And honestly maybe taking my hosting duties from me would be for the best. I feel a sense of melancholy lately, as I go through the motions more and more each season.”

The eyes of both imps widen in worry.

“No mama you’re the bestest host!”

“Yeah mama, we know you can bounce back from this slump!”

Obsidian smiles again before sensing the ads were almost over. Standing to her full height she dismisses the imps and her seat before putting her usual sultry expression back on.

“Welcome back my little degenerates. I think it is time to introduce our Master for the season. While he currently goes by the name Drew Mason to hide from his father’s legacy, his real name Drew Thompson. And as I said earlier, he is about to die.”

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Drew let out a depressed sigh. He had just got off work after another horrible day. The CEO of the trading company he worked for, the former CEO’s 20-year-old daughter, loved working him to the bone. He supposed it was her way of rubbing it in his face that the promotion that he struggled and fought for was ripped out from under him when her dad appointed her the new CEO when he stepped down. Seeing the crosswalk light seemingly be stuck on red, Drew sighs. Honestly, in spite of his bad day he’s in no hurry to rush home, since he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him anymore. It has been a little less than a year since the divorce finalized, but he still announces that he is home most days. He thought this new chance at life, away from his father’s legacy would finally give him the happiness he has craved ever since he was 10. But here he was, 32 years old with a new name and still nothing ever seemed to go right for him. Most days now he wonders if his dad was the true source of his suffering or if he was born cursed.

The light on the crosswalk had finally turned green so he started walking across after looking both ways. Suddenly the sound of an engine rapidly approaches him. Turning to face the car seconds before it impacted him, he saw a tan, blonde woman applying makeup while driving. He had just enough time to think, “This would be how I die.” before everything goes black.

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But instead of dying or waking up in a hospital bed, Drew finds himself in a plush red cushioned throne made of black stone. Blinking to catch his bearings Drew is surprised to find himself in a throne room.

Soon his focus locks onto Obsidian in the center of the room and his eyes widen at the sight of the giant otherworldly woman. His eyes nearly shoot out of his head as the woman approaches, taking in her tall frame, black obsidian skin glistening, and the curve of her hips swaying hypnotically. Her nude form is smooth like a glass doll.

"Welcome to the Harem Hotel, Master," Obsidian purrs, her full lips curling into a smirk as she circles behind the throne. Her fingers trail along Drew's shoulders. "I am Obsidian, your humble servant and guide. You've been chosen to be the Master of this season of Harem Hotel."

She leans down to whisper in his ear, her volcanic breath hot against his neck.

"Six beautiful women will compete for your affections... and for the chance to be molded into your perfect slave as they all fit into your new harem.”

Her hand slides lower, gliding over his chest.

"Each of these women have wronged you in some way. You never fought back, afraid if you ever allowed yourself to get angry you would end up killing people like your departed father. So, my job this season is simple, I will teach you to let your anger out on them, watch them suffer, break them down, then help you rebuild them to suit your desires. That way you can get the life that someone who has suffered like you deserves.”

Drew looked like a deer in the headlights, trying and failing to comprehend what he just heard. The calming magic effect of the Harem Hotel being the only thing stopping him from having a panic attack.

“Master? Harem Hotel? What’s going on? The car hit me. I’m dead right, and now I’m in Hell to pay for what my dad did?”

Obsidian chuckles darkly, amused by Drew's confusion.

"Oh no, my sweet little master. This is not Hell..."

She steps back around to face him, her voluptuous breasts swaying enticingly.

"This is your paradise. Your chance to take back control, to make those bitches suffer like you suffered..."

The obsidian-skinned temptress reaches out to caress Drew's cheek, her touch feeling warm and comforting like a heated blanket against his skin.

"Your father's sins don't define you. Here, you'll finally be the master of your own destiny... and the master of those sexy sluts vying for your favor."

Obsidian turns towards the pool of lava. “And we’ll start with our first contestant!” Waving her hand in front of the pool a figure begins rising from it.

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Brianna Washington was walking down the street. Her usual poise and confidence making those around her feel small despite her being only 4’8”. Though many joke her large Afro adds another foot. Though what usually draws people’s eyes is her fat ass, that she miraculously fits into her tight jean shorts. She had just ended another date early, the man she met on Tinder turned out to be another bust. Just another man in a long line of men failing to meet her expectations. Her mind briefly went to her ex-husband, she had really thought she found the love of her life with him. That is probably why that was the one relationship she felt a small amount of regret for ending. Brianna shakes her head and mutters to herself at the last thought.

“I really thought Drew could live up to my expectations, but in the end, he fell short like all the others. There’s no point in feeling regret.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she disappeared in a flash of fire and ash, though no one else on the street seemed to notice and none remembered the woman who was just there.

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When Brianna’s vision returns, she is standing in the throne room, the pool of lava she emerged from behind her. Looking over her new environment with confusion, she sees her ex-husband sitting on a throne with some… rock woman standing in front of him. Seeing her ex in this causes her mind to go through multiple emotions before settling on anger.

“What the fuck did you do Drew!? Did you drug me or something and drag me to your sex dungeon because I left yo ass?! And who the hell is that rock bit-?”

Brianna’s tirade is cut short when a collar made of Obsidian forms on her neck that erases her voice and causes her body to lock in place. Obsidian chuckles to herself, amused by the antics of the future slave. The host then waves her hand causing orange veins appear on the collar and Brianna is forced to march to one of the stools and sit. Drew snaps out of his daze and tries to leap out of his chair worried for Brianna but finds he is stuck to the chair and his own voice is gone. Though instead of a collar a crown of obsidian adorned with rubies that glow with the same color as the lava pool forms on his head. Obsidian actually looks sorry when she notices Drew’s reaction. She rubs his face tenderly.

“I’m sorry I had to do that to you Master. But we need to get all of your future slaves here. Then once I have introduced them all and explained the rules, I can give you control of your body again. Ok?”

Drew feels control of his voice come back to him. Not knowing what else to do Drew can only say one thing.

“Ok.”

Obsidian’s smile returns before facing the lava pool once more.

“But since you’re so eager why don’t we just summon the rest all at once!”

Throwing her hand out the lava pool begins to glow brightly.

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In a rundown bar a gang of bikers are being extra rowdy after a successful raid on a rival gang's territory. At the bar, sitting on the back of a terrified looking naked man is the leader of the gang, Roxie Collins. Roxie is the definition of a punk woman with an open leather jacket over a white crop top and tight leather pants. All tied together with her well defined muscles and a demeanor that says bitch who'd run over an old lady as soon as rob her. She is currently wearing a cruel smirk as she counts the money the shivering girl in front had just given her.

“Only a hundred dollars Lisa? This less is than half of what you owe me.”

Lisa flinches at that, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“I-I know Mistress Roxie, I’m trying my best, but the police are really cracking down on prostitution lately and it’s harder to find clients! But if you give me another couple of days, I can get the money to you I promise!”

Roxie lets out a chuckle, getting a thrill from the fear radiating off the girl in front of her.

“Well, I can give you one more day, but you know what happens to you girls who can’t bring in the money anymore. But hey don’t worry if that happens, I’m sure we can find you a very nice owner.”

Lisa’s eyes widen but before she can say anything Roxie disappears in a flash of fire and ash. Lisa blinks in confusion wondering why she was in this bar while the biker gang questions why they never had a leader.

In a police station on the other side of town the yelling of two men could be heard in the lobby.

“Hey we didn’t do anything!”

“Yeah, this bitch cop is off her rocker!”

“Yeah, yeah, cry about it to your lawyers.”

Walking these two yelling handcuffed men into the station is Camila Perez. Camila walks like a woman in charge, she knows it, and she revels in it. While on duty she keeps her long hair in a bun to maintain a professional look. Though many people she has arrested have often told her that her perfect hourglass figure, that her uniform does nothing to hide. Makes her look more like a stripper than a a cop. After handing the handcuffed men to another officer, to put them in holding, someone speaks from behind her.

“So, what did those rapscallions do to get brought in by a very pleased with herself Camila?”

Camila smiles as she turns to the amused officer on lobby duty today.

“Ah, well you know how it is Steve. They were loitering in a parking lot and decided to talk back to me when I told them to disperse. I figure a little time in holding and threat of a charging them for ‘Assaulting an officer’ will teach them a lesson.”

Steve laughs and is about to respond back when Camila disappears in a flash of fire and ash. The officer taking the two men to the holding cell ends up releasing the loiterers as no one remembers who even arrested them.

Inside her office at the university Dean Sarah Moore takes off her glasses to rub her eyes. Sarah is an older woman whose blond hair has started to gray. Her stress and age has caused wrinkles to form on her face, particularly around her mouth and nose. And in contrast of Sarah’s no nonsense demeanor, both in her expression and stance, she has a motherly body. Both plump, curvy and soft thanks to the weight she never lost after giving birth to her daughter all those years ago. She was currently filling out the forms to have a student expelled from the school for having been caught with multiple violations of major plagiarism.

Of course, Mr. Paulo hadn’t plagiarized anything. But through her network of cameras, she had caught him making sexualized comments about her in the dorms, and she couldn’t have that. Any student that couldn’t respect her didn’t deserve to attend here, or any other college if she had a say in it. Sammy had often told her that this reaction was extreme, but she always explained to her wife they needed to learn consequences before they had to enter the real world.

Though she could never tell her the truth, that expelling the son of the bastard who took her daughter from her gave her such a thrill. Crushing the dreams of students who upset her has become a drug for her and she is hopelessly addicted. As she is about to finalize the forms Sarah disappears in a flash of fire and ash. Later the dean’s secretary enters the office wondering when the university would send them a new dean before shredding this random form she finds on the desk.

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In her executive office Huang Yuzhu is laughing on the phone with one of her friends. Yuzhu is a petite woman with a fair complexion. She wears her wealth like a second skin. With expensive make up that makes her Asian features pop as well as glittery jewelry and a business suit that is worth more than most people’s homes.

“Wait your dad was going to promote that loser to CEO?!”

Yuzhu flicks her hair back with a laugh.

“Yeah, can you believe it? He said he was going to do it because I never showed interest in this stupid company.”

“I mean you just called it stupid girl. I mean I doubt your dad would give up his stake as founder and y’all would still be rich. So why even bother?”

Yuzhu rolls her eyes, not that her friend on the phone could see it.

“Come on Abby, isn’t it obvi-.”

Yuzhu disappears in a flash of fire and ash mid conversation, leaving her former friend to wonder why she assigned the name “Bestie” to some random number instead of her best friend. Shaking her head she deletes the number from her phone. All while Mr. Huang lamented never having children.

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On a familiar road, minutes before Drew was hit by the car, we see the woman driving it talking on the phone while she uses her car’s mirror to do her make up, Catherine Miller. Catherine is the picture of a bleach blonde valley girl bimbo. With trashy make up, silicone breasts, and a large ass that she got from a Brazilian Butt Lift, all paid for by her various Sugar Daddies.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can Daddy! I just had some shopping I needed to get done so I can make myself look all pretty for you! You want your Babygirl to look pretty for you, don’t you Daddy?”

“Oh, of course I do Babygirl! You just look so pretty naturally that I sometimes forget all the effort you put into it!”

She rolls her eyes while applying a fresh coat of lipstick at hearing the absolute loser sing her praises over the phone when she hears a thud and her car jostles a bit as it keeps driving.

“What was that sound?! Are you okay princess?!”

Catherine looks in her rearview mirror and sees something lying on the crosswalk where she just was. Not noticing the form disappear as she goes back to her makeup, applying mascara this time.

“Huh? Oh, the sound, I think I hit a dog or something Daddy. I sure hope it didn’t damage the nice new car you bought for me daddy!”

“Huh? Car? I never bought you a car princess.”

Catherine nearly winces while thinking to herself.

“Shit! Is this not Richard?!”

Thinking quickly Catherine starts laughing like a ditzy airhead before using her cutesy voice.

“Oh, I’m sowwy Daddy! You’re silly willy wittle princess must of-.”

Catherine doesn’t get to finish her sentence as she disappears in a flash of fire and ash. The man on the phone hung up as he wondered why he had a contact labeled Princess. Catherine’s car came to a slow stop at a stop light, later leading to angry drivers wondering what jackass abandoned their car at the light.

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Drew’s eyes widen once more as one-by-one different women from his life fill out the empty stools. Though it takes him a minute to recognize the last girl as the one who just hit him with her car. He then notices all the other girls are trying to yell like Brianna did. But just like her they all have collars that leave them muted and stuck to their seats. Obsidian chuckles as she continues to rub the Master’s chest. Seeing the panic and anger in the eyes of these horrible humans always brings her joy. Call her a sentimental fool but she took great pride in her reason for creation. After all, how many other beings can say they were made with the sole purpose of taking the worst the multiverse has to offer and breaking them down to serve one of their victims. She still remembers her first season. Her memories of breaking that homophobic cheer squad to serve their mistress, who they kicked off the squad and tormented after she came out to them, still makes her heart swell with pride.

Oh, here she was getting all nostalgic for when she was still successful at her job. It’s time to focus on the here and now and try to get through this season with some of her pride as a host still intact. Clapping her hands as she removes herself from the still skittish Master she begins her rehearsed speech.

“Alright my lovely degenerates all the girls have arrived. Now those of you who have watched my previous seasons knows what that means. But for those of you who are new say hello to everyone’s favorite assistant, Melty!”

A form covered in lava rises from the pool behind the girls; the form gives a little shake to get the lava off revealing a floating lava lamp with two tiny metal arms. The lava inside the lamp shifts revealing the head of a half-formed lava imp.

“Hi mama! Hi audience!”

The imp speaks with an innocent childlike voice and smiles as his metal arms happily wave at his mama and the audience at home. The silenced women are now wondering what type of drugs they were given to hallucinate everything that has happened so far. The imp looks around and notices Drew sitting on the throne and flies excitedly over.

“Oh, are you the new Master?! My name’s Melty! Are you going to put these big mean bitches in their place Master?!”

Drew was just beginning to process the living lava lamp when he was suddenly bombarded with these rapid-fire questions.

“Uh, I think. It’s nice to meet you. And what?”

Obsidian giggles behind her hand at her most excitable child getting along with the Master. But to get things back on track she puts a hand on top of Melty’s lamp and speaks to him in a calm motherly voice.

“Come on now Melty, give the Master time to breathe. You will have plenty of time to get to know him while we start introductions.”

Melty gasps dramatically.

“Introduction time?! Yayyyyyy! Which one first Mama?!”

Obsidian points to Brianna.

“Start with her and we will make our way down baby.”

Melty eagerly nods and flies over to Brianna and puts his metal hands on her temples and waits for his mama to start. As Obsidian makes her way down to the contestants, she subtly reapplies the silencing effect on Drew.

As much fun as it would be to let you yell at them, I need you to be silent a little longer Master Drew. Let the rage boil inside you as you hear what they have to say.

Obsidian seductively struts over to Brianna before leaning forward with a microphone she conjured.

“Now you naughty, naughty little girl, please tell the audience your name, age, height, cup size, how you know the Master, and what you did to wrong him. But do keep in mind when I grant you your voice back, any threats or yelling will be met with punishment.”

Obsidian’s calm smile becomes sickening sweet at the last part. Brianna realizing her voice has returned is about to start yelling anyway, before remembering the sensation of losing her voice and control of her body. Gulping she thinks better and speaks in an even voice.

“My name is Brianna Washington, I’m 28 years old, and an A-Cup. I was married to Drew for 2 years before divorcing him 9 months ago. I assume I ‘wronged’ him by divorcing him.”

Obsidian stares into Brianna’s eyes for a few seconds before nodding with a smile.

“Good enough I guess. Alright Melty let us move to the next one.”

Melty moves above Roxie and puts his hands on her temples too. Obsidian leans into Roxie’s furious face with the same calm smile.

“Same rules apply Roxie, introduce yourself like Brianna and behave yourself, or else.”

Unlike Brianna who took time to think Roxie immediately started yelling.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you stupid bitch?! I don’t know what that greasy little loser paid you to do all of this, but I can promise it won’t be worth it! I’m the leader of the Venomous Pit Vipers; we make the Hell’s Angels look like a bunch of pansy bitches! And if you don’t let me go in two seconds I promi-.”

Roxie’s tirade is cut off as the veins on the color glow a harsh red and she loses her voice once more. But not from the silencing magic the collar possesses, but from the intense pain the collar has running through her entire body. Looking at Obsidian through blurry eyes Roxie can barely make out the look of pure joyful sadism on the host’s face.

“Tsk, tsk what a naughty girl you are. I warned you that there would be consequences. And now your body is receiving pain equal to the equivalent of all the physical and emotional pain YOU have put other people through. Yes, like the flaming skull guy on the motorcycle but I convert the emotional pain into physical pain instead of you feeling the emotions so I don’t think we can be sued.”

While Obsidian giggles behind her hand at her little joke the other girls get pale seeing the punk girl convulse. Up on the throne Drew has his arm out and is about to yell at Obsidian to stop but something holds him back. Memories of the things Roxie did to him in High School flash in his mind. He had thought her coming back to town would finally give him a friend, his first since his father drove into that gas station. But instead, she became his biggest tormentor, only getting worse as time passed. All leading up to what she did the day before graduation. Thinking about that day, Drew lowers his arm.

She said she’s making her feel the pain she caused to others. If, if she was a good person she wouldn’t be in this much pain.

Obsidian waits a few more seconds before snapping her fingers and Roxie snaps back to awareness. The vein’s glow has died down and all the pain has left her body. Only leaving behind a slight numbing sensation. Roxie looks at the smirking Obsidian with rage before gritting her teeth and introducing herself.

“My name is Roxie Collins; I’m 33 years old and have an AA-Cup. Me and Drew were friends when we were little kids. When we met again in High School the puke stain was a whiny little bitch, so I dropped him. And I didn’t do anything that the little perverted shit didn’t get off to.”

A harsh silence took hold of the room as Obsidian observes Roxie who is now stewing in her anger. Drew grips onto the arms of his chair tightly upon hearing Roxie’s words. He doesn’t know whether to curse her out for downplaying what she did to him. Or cry at the reminder that they were once best friends. So, he bites his tongue and holds back his tears, refusing to let Roxie know she got to him. Back with the girls Obsidian nods and smiles at Roxie.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Next.” Melty moves onto a much more subdued Camila, wanting to avoid the same treatment the gutter punk next to her received.

“My name is Camila Perez; I am 46 years old and have a Triple D-Cup. I know Drew because his father killed my husband.”

Camila’s eyes flash with rage as she spits out that last part before taking a breath and continuing.

“Also, I was one of the local officers who had to keep him line when he started lashing out at people who hated his father. I suppose if he feels I “wronged him” it is because he didn’t like that I kept busting him.”

Drew grits his teeth at her casual dismissal.

You made my life hell; you would bring me in for anything and everything! You never cared that your trumped-up charges would never stick! You just wanted to be able to throw me in lock up!

Satisfied with the answer Obsidian and Melty move onto Sarah.

“My name is Sarah Moore; I am 56 years old, and my breasts are F-Cups. I know Drew because his father killed my daughter.”

Sarah looks somber at the mention of her daughter before regaining her natural glare.

“Later in life I ended up knowing Drew personally because he attended the college that I am the dean of. I’m sure he thinks I wronged him for expelling him when I received multiple reports of sexual harassment committed by him.”

The swirl of anger in Drew grows a little bigger.

But I kept to myself the whole time! I didn’t even say ‘hi’ to the girls on campus!

Obsidian moves onto an annoyed looking Yuzhu.

“My name is Huang Yuzhu; I’m 20 years old and have B-Cups. I know Drew because I was recently made CEO of my father’s company that the oaf works for. I didn’t do anything to “wrong him” he is just bitter that the higher-class candidate was chosen for the CEO position!”

The swirl of anger is slowly becoming a storm.

“Yes, I wanted the position! But I could live with it if you weren’t finding any opportunity to insult and belittle me!”

Finally, Obsidian moves into the last girl.

“My name is Catherine Miller; I’m 24 years old and have Double D-Cups. I have no idea who this random guy is or what type of drugs I was dosed with to trip like this. Also, I have never wronged anyone in my life so I can’t see how I could wrong a guy I never met.”

Drew is gobsmacked by Catherine’s words.

You hit me with a car! Did you not notice me?! Did you even care enough to stop and check what you might have hit?!

Obsidian stands to her full height with a pleasant smile.

“All of you girls did very good, and this went how it usually goes.”

With a fond sigh, Obsidian addresses the audience.

“For those of you new to my seasons I neither threaten them to tell the truth or compel them to. See my seasons summon contestants who, for the most part, have done horrible things. But I still believe that they should be given one last chance to own up to their behavior. But well if they use that lifeline to hang themselves who am I to argue.”

Obsidian gestures to Melty with a graceful flourish.

“Melty, it is time to play your part.”

Melty excitedly claps both sets of his hands.

“You got it Mama!”

Melty then moves to hover over Brianna again.

“She mostly told the truth, but she left out details!”

Inside his container Melty’s head shifts to look like a lava version of Brianna’s. The Brianna head starts talking using the real Brianna’s voice.

“When I divorced him, I refused to explain why so he would always agonize over what he did! I also belittled him during the whole divorce proceedings! I did all of this because I knew it’s what would hurt him the most and scare him off from future relationships! Because while he failed to live up to my expectations for him the thought of him being with anyone else filled me with so much grief and anger, I had to prevent it!”

Brianna’s eyes widen as her secret thoughts are laid bare in her own voice. Beside her the other girls, excluding Roxie and the ignorant Catherine, are filled with dread as they realize what that means for them. Up on the throne Drew is shellshocked and feeling his voice return he asks.

“That, that’s not true right? Brianna, please tell me that was all just a trick, something the lamp thing made up. You weren’t trying to hurt me, right? I loved you with all my heart. So please, say it was a trick!”

Brianna doesn’t meet Drew’s eyes. Having her true thoughts laid out by her own voice, and the betrayal in Drew’s voice hurts her more than she’s willing to admit. Drew leans back in his seat as a swarm of emotions overwhelm him. Obsidian smiles sadly before walking up to Drew and begins petting his head, her warm hands on his scalp helping to soothe him.

“I am sorry that you must experience all of this my dear Master. But this will be good for you I promise. Once you see them for what they truly are you can better decide what you want to do to them.”

Drew just absentmindedly nods as Melty goes through the rest of the girls.

“Roxie lied a whole lot Mama!”

Taking on Roxie’s face and voice.

“When I came back, I had heard about Drew’s dad and decided I couldn’t afford to be his friend anymore, so I joined the other kids in tormenting him. But once I saw how terrified he looked when I shoved him one day I knew I was hooked. His fear and suffering was intoxicating, so I started spearheading efforts to bully him instead of following the lead of others. Throwing him out of the locker room naked and burning his clothes so he couldn’t get them back. Putting the wasp nest in his hall locker. Tying him to the flagpole so people could pelt him with rotten food. And of course, my magnum opus, what we did to him right before graduation.”

Melty shifts back to normal and speaks in his own voice.

“Mama wants me to keep what she did before graduation a secret for now. She says it adds drama!”

Obsidian just chuckles while Drew grits his teeth. Finding out Roxie enjoyed hurting him didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it would. Deep down he must have already known, just refusing to accept it and hold onto the image of his best friend. Melty continues.

“Ms. Camila lied to Mama!”

Shifting once more.

“Because Drew’s Father died when he killed those people and would never face justice, I decided Drew had to pay in his place for sharing that monster’s blood. I used my close connections in the department to spend my shifts patrolling all the places he would be. I made it my mission to make his life hell, exaggerating anything he did as arrest worthy. And if he wasn’t doing anything I often made-up things all together. I was also fully aware his uncle abused him but felt he deserved it, so I looked the other way.”

Camila turns her head to the side with a defiant glare.

Drew nearly leaps out of his seat, the only thing stopping him is Obsidian’s hand on his head.

“You knew what my uncle was doing to me?! And you let him do it because you thought I deserved it?! In what world does a little kid deserve that?!”

Camila just keeps glaring off to the side. Melty sees his Mama gesture to continue so he does and hovers over the stone-faced Sarah.

“Man, Mama you picked a bunch of liars this season! Master’s going to have to put them all in timeout!”

Once more his head changes.

“I was furious when I saw that the monster’s bastard son applied to my school. I almost rejected him then and there before realizing I could ruin him. I was going to watch him closely and nail him with the second he stepped out of line and use it to make it nearly impossible for him to get into another reputable college. But I actually never received any complaints about Drew’s behavior or caught him doing anything. So, to get rid of him and near blacklist from all other colleges in the states I forged sexual harassment complaints to expel him over. Knowing sexual misconduct would follow him everywhere like a guillotine over his neck.”

Drew’s face turns red as Melty’s face turns back into his own. Remembering how hard it was to find a college that would take him. How they limited him to online classes “For the safety of the staff and other students”. And after that most places laughed off his degree from some no name college and he had to take a low paying grunt job at Huang Imports.

So many years of scraping by and living paycheck to paycheck as I clawed and fought my way up the company ladder from the absolute bottom. And all because someone hated my dad AGAIN!

While Drew is stewing in his thoughts three of the girls are having thoughts of their own. Brianna is staring at the three women after her with wide stunned eyes.

Jesus, what fuck is wrong with these psycho bitches?! Like yeah I could have handled the divorce better. But these freaks have been mentally and physically torturing him since he was a kid! God no wonder he was the way he was in our relationship!

Yuzhu has a look of disgust on her face looking at the three before her.

It would figure poverty-stricken barbarians like these three would have to resort to shit like that to feel powerful. Daddy always said the lower class didn’t understand the more subtle methods of flaunting your superiority.

Yuzhu looks at Drew up on his throne with a raised eyebrow.

I’ll give that schlubby oaf this, it is impressive he hasn’t killed himself yet.

Catherine stares at the three women with vague interest and mild disgust.

I was actually starting to believe this was real and I wasn’t drugged. Now I’m pretty sure whoever drugged me has put my comatose body in front a TV with the world’s trashiest soap opera on it. Because I refuse to believe with how good I am I would end up sharing a spot in Hell with these insane women!

As much as Obsidian is enjoying the chaos she knows it needs to move along and gestures for Melty to move to Yuzhu. Nodding Melty flies over her the woman’s head and his face morphs.

“I mean I’m sure he thought I wronged him but all I did was take my rightful place as the head of my daddy’s company. He was just going to hand it over to that loser because I didn’t really care about the company. But the thought of a low class schlubby nobody filled me with more disgust than I had ever felt before. It is also why I have been working him so hard, to remind him of his place in society. However, I don’t really see how me keeping the social hierarchy in order is wronging him. Is it wrong to keep your dog on a leash when you take it outside? It is simply the way of the world.”

Drew started out shellshocked hearing Yuzhu say he was supposed to be made CEO. But the more Yuzhu talked and spouted her elitist bullshit. When Melty’s face changes back Drew manages to stand from his throne, shaking Obsidian’s hand off his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You stopped me from being promoted?! And not because you wanted the job or because I was unqualified, but because I’m poor!”

Yuzhu raises an eyebrow, looking at Drew like one would a dumb child. This causes Drew to fume more before Obsidian guides him back onto his throne.

“My dear master we are almost done with introductions. You will have your chance to talk with all of them once I restore their voices. But that will need to wait till after I explain the rules, and we get to the fun part of these games.”

Obsidian starts rubbing his cheek soothingly as she says the last part. Drew grits his teeth but nods and sinks further into his seat. Melty takes that as his signal to hover over Catherine before gaining a confused look. With a squeak he flies over to Obsidian and whispers something to her causing her to chuckle.

“Well, it looks like our resident sugar baby was being honest about not knowing who the master was or what she did to him. I don’t know if I should be laughing or crying right now. Well don’t worry about a single fake blonde hair on your head, I will handle that right now.”

Catherine looks annoyed at Obsidian’s commentary, really wishing she could talk right now to bite back. But with a snap of her fingers Obsidian brings everyone’s attention to the screen she just conjured that is now playing the scene of Catherine running over Drew. Though this time it stays on the perspective of Drew who is now a crumbled heap on the ground with worried onlookers crowding around him screaming for an ambulance.

Drew looks incredibly disturbed at seeing his crumpled form in the middle of the road. Obsidian turns to look and gauge Catherine’s reaction to seeing herself run somebody down.

“Aw goddamnit, why didn’t you get out of the way man? My new car is going to have a dent now.”

Roxie’s scowl disappears for the first time since being here, smirking at the sugar baby’s response to hitting that loser. Camila and Sarah look indifferent to the whole thing. Yuzhu stares at Catherine with an exhausted look.

Great she’s trashy AND stupid.

Brianna finally tears her horrified eyes away from the crumpled form of her ex to stare at the oblivious blonde at the far end of the line with growing dread.

So, my only options to get help here are the guy whose heart I tore out, three absolute psychos, a spoiled rich girl, or a moron with no sense of reality. Lord, I need a lot of strength right now.

Drew’s brain is trying to process the absurdity of what he just heard. But before he can fully reboot Obsidian speaks up with an eyebrow raised curiously.

“And after seeing that you still don’t think you wronged the Master?”

Catherine looks at Obsidian with a look that screams “Obviously” before speaking up.

“I mean yeah. I drive like that all the time and clearly haven’t hit anyone before. So, if this Dave guy got hit by my car, he clearly did something wrong.”

While Drew, Brianna, and Yuzhu stare at the vapid girl in disbelief, Obsidian feels pleased with herself for her contestant picks this season.

Maybe I CAN prove to The Producers I have not lost my touch with this season after all.