Special Bonus Episode: Megan I

Hedhehogstew69: srsl?

darkprincess: yes

Hedhehogstew69: lol

Hedhehogstew69: xdxdxxdxdxd

Hedhehogstew69: fucking losewr

darkprincess: ^^

Hedhehogstew69: fuck

Hedhehogstew69: xd

Hedhehogstew69: sdjsdnkyjxynknyjdnkj

darkprincess: Calm down

Hedhehogstew69: ok

Hedhehogstew69: lol

darkprincess: Make sure to send me pictures

Hedhehogstew69: k

Hedhehogstew69: but like why?

darkprincess: Does it matter?

Hedhehogstew69: not really

Hedhehogstew69: it’s just like really fucking funny

Hedhehogstew69: fucker deserves this

Hedhehogstew69: haved u read the last chapter?

darkprincess: I have

Hedhehogstew69: It’s fucking disguting

Hedhehogstew69: fucking piece of shit trash

darkprincess: Which is why you can now finally pay him back.

Hedhehogstew69: yes

Hedhehogstew69: still not sure he’s really gonna do it

darkprincess: He will.

Hedhehogstew69: k xd

Hedhehogstew69: look forward to pictures then

darkprincess: I will ^^

darkprincess: Alright, going to sleep now. See ya!

Hedhehogstew69: c ya

Round 1 Day 1

Sometimes after breakfast.

Megan was running through the hallways of the manor.

She was panting, her body straining with the unusual exertion.

Fuck the fat bitch.

Fuck cow tits.

Fuck this castle.

Fuck her parents.

Fuck Lil’prince.

Fuck darkprincess

Fuck normies.

Fuck work.

Fuck the world.

Fuck everything.

Why does she have to put up with this?

And now she is supposed to humiliate herself for this big titted whore?

Working?

She won’t! Absolutely not!

She can’t do work!

This wasn’t her fault!

Lil’prince.

Right. He is to blame for everything.

If only he didn’t start writing this garbage, she wouldn’t have had to stalk him.

This bastard ruined everything!

Megan barely paid attention to anything, only focusing on clutching her laptop to her chest as she continued her mad dash.

It hurts. Her body hurts. It’s hard to breathe.

Why does she have to put up with this?

Don’t they get it?

She can’t deal with people!

She’s a failure! A complete and utter failure! The very bottom of the dregs of human society!

Just leave me alone!

You fucking assholes!

Eventually, Megan found herself outside. It was cold and the wind was howling. This was a balcony. Above her the castle loomed like a terrifying beast and below her…

She walked to the edge of the balcony and peered down.

This castle was perched on a steep cliff. So steep that she couldn’t even make out the bottom.

…

She thought about it many times.

She looked up guides online.

But doing it was too much of a hassle.

And it would hurt.

And she was a coward.

But all it took was pushing herself over.

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We are high up in the mountains. It wouldn’t even hurt.

She could do at least that, right? It would be over fast. She should never have been born. Some people just can’t handle living. This will finally free her.

Her heart was beating like crazy.

She took a few more shallow breaths…

“HAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

And vaulted herself over the railing

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OH FUCK!

WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING!

The freezing, biting cold air came rushing at Megan’s face as she fell down the mountain.

FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!

NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO DIE! HELP! HELP!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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violation of the master non **** rule -0.5 VP

“Are you an idiot?”

Megan opened her eyes and found herself collapsed on the exact same stone balcony she just jumped off.

Except the angry little girl running this place was glaring at her.

“You think you are the first person who tried to kill themselves on my watch? I really hate when people do that! Especially by jumping!”

“H-huh?”

“Now listen here!”, Ora crossed her arms and harumphed. “Suicide is bad for the ratings. It’s way too dark for the cute and funny vibe I’m going for! Maybe if you killed yourself before the show and became a ghost we had something going but, look, no murdering yourself on my show! Got it?”

Megan didn’t respond. She wasn’t really in any mental capacity to comprehend anything.

“You soiled yourself. Again.”, Ora complained, while wrinkling her nose. “Seriously, it’s not even like you actually died. If you did I would have to hit you with a super hard penalty for excessive ****. So, you better thank me!”

There was still no proper reaction of gratitude from her contestant and Ora was starting to get annoyed with this useless moron.

“You know what? Maybe some punishment is still in order.”

Suddenly, Megan found herself jerking upwards, like a puppet who’s strings are not cut.

“Normally, I respect my playthings right to make stupid decisions”, the sadistic host said with a sly smile creeping up her face. “But you clearly need a bit more of a...hands on approach.”

Megan widened her eyes.

“First, some fresh clothes.”

Ora snapped her finger and Megan’s stained underwear disappeared, replaced by a sort of perverted jester lingerie.

“Let’s make this your uniform for your work duration this round”, Ora declared with an evil smile. “Don’t pee on it again.”

Involuntarily Megan’s body began to jerk, then she clacked her legs together and saluted as her lips were formed into a smile. “Hello, my name is Pen-guide! Let me guide you to fun!”

“Not bad”, the little host nodded pleased. “The blushing is a nice touch. I want you to be happy and cheerful while doing your work, got it? Always show a big, happy energetic smile!”

Huuuhhhh?

Megan was trembling as desperately tried to move but was utterly unable to.

“Now off to your training! Since you are clearly not house broken yet, let’s do it outside. Try not to freeze to **** or I will punish you again.”

Megan performed an exaggerated curtsy(which didn’t really work in her current attire) and then began marching in equally exaggerated steps towards the courtyard where Preminger would see to her training.

Ora’s gaze lingered at the guide's back for a little longer than necessary, before the host teleported herself away.