Controlling the Narrative

"You think you get to control the narrative in our little relationship James? Well guess again! From now on I am the narrator and I am totally in control of you!"

James stared back at the strange message on his screen and wondered what it was even supposed to mean. That she was going to spread lies about him? He wasn't too worried about that since they had no mutual acquaintances that he was aware of and a few minutes with Rebecca was enough time for most people to include she was in fact, batshit insane. He resolved not to give it any further thought until he heard a voice in his head. It sounded like Rebecca and she was talking as if she were reading a story out loud.

It was a lovely sunny day and James MacDougall found himself at a lovely, crowded beach.

James was shocked to find that he was indeed now standing at the beach, it was somehow earlier in the day and it was much hotter than it had felt before. He was feeling it too, fully clothed while everyone around him was, unsurprisingly, in beachwear. Where had he even been sent? He lived inland.

But silly James soon realised he had made a mistake. He had wrongly thought this was a nudist beach and didn't have any clothes with him at all!

James looked down in horror to realise he was fully naked. Other people seemed to have noticed too and there was suddenly a lot of unwanted attention on him. Rebecca spoke again in a detached tone from afar.

It was at this point James realised just how much he had fucked up by pissing off a super powerful witch. He wondered where his story might go next seeing as it could be anywhere Rebecca's twisted imagination could conceive of!