Disagree

"You don't seem to understand, Jane," he says, "There is ****." He then presses a button on his desk.

Within moments, Shane and Stephanie McMahon entered the room.

"Another one, Dad?" asks Shane. You begin to get scared.

"Yes, this is Jane, and she's not very agreeable at the moment," Vince says.

"We can change that," Shane says, and with that, he and Stephanie ach grab an arm and haul you up.

You try to struggle, but the two of them are surprisingly strong, and they drag you to Shane's office next door.

Once inside, they sit you down on a chair and assume postions behind the desk, opposite you.

"So you want to be in the Alliance?" Shane asks.

"Yes," you say tentatively, "But I'm not - I don't want -"

"You're not what?" Stephanie asks, "A slut?" You nod your head.

"Oh, I think you are," Shane says, "You're a dirty little slut that'll do anything for some TV time."

"No," you say, scared, "No."

"We're not letting you go until you obey us. And, once you do, then you can have some TV time," Stephanie says.

"Now, strip," Shane orders. You simply shake your head.

"Stephanie..." Shane calls. Stephanie gets up from her position and moves over to where you're sitting. She hauls you up into a standing position, and then tries to remove your clothes.

You remain stiff, more out of fear than disobedience, so Stephanie reaches for a pair of scissors and begins to viciously tear away your clothes, until you are only left in your bra and panties.

"Black silk. I knew you were a slut," Stephanie says, staring at your underwear.

She then brandishes the scissors at you, and you realize your choices.

"Yes," you say quietly.

"Yes what?" asks Shane.

"I am a little slut." you say quietly.

"Say you're our little slut," Stephanie orders.

"I am your little slut," I say.

"You will do anything we say," Stephanie says.

"I will do anything you say," I repeat. Stephanie puts the scissors down, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now will you do what we say?" asks Shane.