Blue.

Natalie gets the final count and says, “Blue. Your fate is in the hands of the one you insulted.”

Julie walks down the steps, her face cold. She stands in front of you. Her hand whips up and she slaps you across the face. “That’s for turning down the offer.” Then, without warning, her knee comes up hard between your legs. “And that’s for calling me a slut!”

You crumple to the floor in pain. A few of the girls laugh, some of them cringe. Natalie shakes her head and says, “Was that necessary, Julie?”

“No,” said Julie petulantly, “but it made me feel better.”

You groan as a couple of girls help you to your feet. “Was that it?” you ask in a strained voice. “Can I get back to school now?”

Natalie shakes her head, “No, that was just Julie being a little childish. You still must complete the task the she assigns you.”

She turns to Julie, “Julie, keep in mind the limits of what you can demand. Whatever you ask, he must be able to perform in one week’s time, it can cause no permanent damage to him or anyone else, and it cannot be a felony crime.”

“I know,” said Julie, “I was hoping my sisters would let him fall into my hands. I thought about what I wanted all last night.”

You decide to risk one last attempt to garner some form of clemency. “I’m sorry Julie, I should never have said what I did. I throw myself at your mercy.”

Julie looks into your eyes and smiles. She says…