Sophie, 27 year old accountant

"Embezzlement!" shouted Sophie to an empty bedroom. "Fucking embezzlement!" Sophie paced the floor. The floor in question was Sophie's bedroom floor, although it had been a while since she had spent any time walking in it. She had spent the last month pacing a prison cell as her trial was going on. There was little in the way of crime happening in the country today so any crime, no matter how small, was usually dealt with swiftly. The sentences we usually swift as well. And harsh.

Sophie lived alone in a top floor studio situated in one of the nicest areas of the city. She had been able to afford such a luxurious studio because of a large inheritance she had received a few years ago. That had allowed her do put a substantial deposit down on the studio but she still had a mortgage. A substantial mortgage. All the studios in the building were privately owned, although everyone had to pay an annual maintenance fee. Sophie had decided to decorate her studio in pastel colours and minimal furnishings to give a spacious feel to the studio. However, even though the furnishings were minimal, they weren't cheap. Nothing in her studio was. Everything radiated with class; from the spotlights in the ceiling to the art on the walls to the plush carpets on the floors. Carpets that Sophie was currently wearing thin.

"How the fuck was it embezzlement?!" Sophie continued to rant. The problem Sophie had was not that she couldn't afford the mortgage payments of her luxury studio. No the problem was she could afford the luxury studio and the luxury lifestyle. Everything needed to be classy. Everything needed to show good taste. Everything needed to be expensive. However Sophie couldn't afford everything to be expensive.

"I overspend one month. Use some creative accounting and suddenly I'm a criminal. Fuck!" Sophie looked for something to kick to release her anger but there was nothing. The few kickable items that were within reach were expensive so Sophie didn't want to damage them. Sophie screamed then stomped out to the kitchenette. This was her last day of freedom. She needed a drink. Her sentence would begin tomorrow.

The court had found Sophie guilty of using company money to pay off personal debt. It had started off small enough and Sophie had been able to pay the company back before anyone noticed. After all that's what she did for a living; move money around and make sure there were no holes in any accounts. However as her tastes grew along with her credit limit, Sophie found it harder to pay hide her activities. Still, she was well-respected within the company, especially by the management team so nobody looked at Sophie too hard.

As Sophie nursed her third vodka she looked at her bracelet. It sparkled back at her. It was indeed beautiful and would catch any wandering eye. For how much Sophie paid for it she expected anyone and everyone to notice. Unfortunately that was the problem: everyone noticed. It didn't take long for someone to work out how much the bracelet was worth, work out how much Sophie made and work out the two did not add up. The rest, as they say, is history. Even though the bracelet had brought about her downfall Sophie couldn't bring herself to part with it.

Sophie downed the vodka. "Fuck it! What's the worst they can do?" Sophie stood and readied herself to retire to bed. However there was a little voice in the back of her head that answered the question. 'You've seen whom the court have appointed to punish you,' said the voice. 'What would you do if the roles were reversed?' Sophie poured another vodka then quickly downed it.

'What would you do if the roles were reversed?' was not a question Sophie wanted to answer.

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If anyone would like to be a character in this story please leave a comment or message me. I have the main antagonist already written but if you would like to be Sophie's ex or neighbour or boss please let me know. Also let me know how you would punish Sophie (within the realms of CHYOA guidelines). As the saying goes - first come, first served.