...well...

As I lie there with my naked ass on cold stone, in the damp dusty dim barrel storage, my senses begin to return to me. And my blood begins to boil. Before it was petty grievances, like a girl not wanting to do her job and not giving me even the most basic respect every human deserves… Alright that wasn’t petty, but I didn’t want to change her life too much even with the power I recieved.

But now? I. Will. Ruin her! I will take her sense of self and I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING SHE BELIEVES MAKES HER HERSELF! I WILL REDUCE HER TO A BITCH SHE IS AND-

I let out a shuddering breath, tears dropping down my face. No. No, I don’t need to push it that far. I don’t need to stoop down to her level. I’m better than that. I know I am.

Tears wouldn’t stop no matter how hard I wanted them to. Guess this is one of those things again: can’t do anything but wait it out. Keep living in the meantime. Yeah. Keep living.

I need to put my pants on. If Veronica goes to find me because the tables aren’t tended to and finds me like this…

It’s hard to stand up, like my legs are jello. Bend over. Grab the fabric. Rize. There we go.

I wipe away the tears. My eyes are undoubtedly red. What will I even say about them? Lucy didn’t want to be my girlfriend? No, no one will believe it. My mom died? Maybe. But then they will ask for details. And can I really faint the grief of that?

...I’ll just say nothing. I’ll deflect and say it’s not important.

Alright. Just wipe the tears again. Fix breathing. I said fix breathing.

Ah. This floor feels so nice. Yeah, I’ll just sit here for a bit. No big deal. Lucy does that every time.

Lucy.

I really have no way of punishing her, do I? I thought that at least the trait making her ask me for semen would’ve been something I can use. Nope. A knife to the neck. Here’s a condom. Cum or die.

Worse yet if I say anything, it’s her word against mine. And we know how that will turn out, even with evidence. Stella will just throw me out. And that would be a good outcome. Can definitely see Lucy saying “He came onto me, pushed a knife to my throat and **** me to watch him masturbate! Then he gave me this disgusting thing and told me to hold onto it or else he’ll kill me!” And they’d believe her. Because Hard Mode.

I’m powerless, aren’t I? Sitting here, whining to myself like a fucking loser. Hell, Lucy haven’t even finished her assignment for Amalgamma-

The thought hits me like a lightning bolt.

Tears sto. My breathing finally gets even. I look up into the sky at the lonely lightbulb trying to push the darkness away.

Keep living.

I push myself off the ground and step through the door. The world is a blur. It doesn’t take long before Veronica goes hard on my ass, but there is a pause in her insults when she finally gets a look at me. “You alright?” I nod. “...Table 3.” She pushes the plates in front of me and I go on autopilot..

Lucy gets back to her usual “I’m not doing anything” routine as soon as all of her customers leave or are taken over by me. It takes a bit to finally get a free moment, but it gives me more than enough time to formulate my plan. It is one ray of hope I have.

Time to grab it.

[Amalgamma] I see that you are not going to put any effort into this relationship.

From the corner of my eye I see how our resident goth fumbles with her phone with more than a hint of panic.

[CandleNight] Im sorry Sir!~~ Frst there wa work, then there wre a whole bunch of othr things!
[CandleNight] Plese give me mor time!

[Amalgamma] You had time enough. Your tardiness is an insult. Simply finishing your task won’t cover it.

[CandleNight] But! Bu! What can Isuch a little girl like me do for you, Sir?

I can’t help but smile. She walks right into my trap.

[Amalgamma] Go to the nearest bathroom. Take a selfie and send it to me. You have 1 minute.
[Amalgamma] Starting right NOW.

I hoped she would instantly go scrambling for the bathroom, knocking back the chairs, making a fool of herself. And giving me points on my Amalgamma persona. Instead she began to furiously tap and scroll on her phone, as if she was looking for-

I groan inwardly. Of course she wouldn’t actually try to do anything, instead looking for an appropriate picture online. I should’ve expected that.

However, my luck seems to turn: one minute was nowhere fast enough to find a decent picture of anything.

[Amalgamma] Time’s up. You failed.

[CandleNight] Sorry Sir! It’s just that
[CandleNight] It took a while to find a bathroom!
[CandleNight] I’ll send you the picture.

[Amalgamma] No.
[Amalgamma] That ship has sailed.

[CandleNight] But Sir!

[Amalgamma] Instead I have another idea. You have a mirror in that bathroom of yours?

[CandleNight] Yes Sir.

[Amalgamma] You have lipstick?

[CandleNight] Yes.

[Amalgamma] Yes what?

[CandleNight] Yes Sir.

[Amalgamma] Good. Write “I’m Amalgamma’s slut” on the mirror and take a 1 minute video. You don’t have to show your face, if you are so inclined to hide behind stock photos. But I do need to see your body.
[Amalgamma] You have 10 minutes.
[Amalgamma] Go.

{Lucy Berren: +0 (+10) SP. Totall: -100 (-4)}

This time she does scramble, though way less destructively than I was hoping for. And with the points already awarded I need not to time her. Indeed 5 minutes later she sends a video. It’s rather boring, with my desired phrase written in distinctive black lipstick on the reflective surface, Lucy’s body standing “behind” it wearing our restaurant uniform ala french maid with a rather shirt knee length skirt, and the bathroom stalls all around her. In other words, nothing I haven’t seen before if you don’t count the wipe in her off-hand.

But she did fall into my trap. Finally I have something I can actually use.

[Amalgamma] Good girl. This is proof enough that you are serious about this relationship.

[CandleNight] Thank you, Sir!

[Amalgamma] Now we can get to your punishment for failing the first order today.

A muffled “WHAT?!” can be heard from the female bathroom.

[Amalgamma] While you are alone in the bathroom, pull your panties to your knees and send the proof that you did. Or that you are not wearing any. Little perverts that don’t wear underwear deserve to be a little bit humiliated.

[CandleNight] But

[Amalgamma] 2 minutes.

I sigh as the Accelerator didn’t ping with the new points. Oh well. 10 points is a good enough compensa-

{Lucy Berren: +0 (+6) SP. Totall: -100 (+2)}

It takes me every ounce of willpower not to cackle maniacally. Moments later my phone buzzes, and an image of slightly wet, lacy, black, but with a pattern of white skulls panties stretched between two beautiful legs. And if her choice of underwear didn’t prove it was her, the hem of our uniform making sure of that..

[Amalgamma] Good girl. Fill out the limits form by the evening.

[CandleNight] Thank you, Sir.

[Amalgamma] And one more thing.
[Amalgamma] When you are trying to hide your identity, don’t forget to take off the nametag with your name, Lucy.
[Amalgamma] Have a pleasant day.

Meta time.

Sorry about such a long wait. This was written almost immediately after the previous chapter, but I didn't like how it read in the initial draft and left it alone for a few days to then work on it with fresh eyes.

Then the DnD group I talked about in the previous chapter fell apart.

Depression is a B. I'm better now. Hopefully there won't be problems with the next chapter.

No promises.