It’s up to Mia

cgrevenge: How has your week of showing off been? She did a number on you, and not even on purpose! What shall we do to her??

me: Nothing. I forgive her.

cgrevenge: Okay, but do you? She might have done something even worse given the chance. Is she even sorry?

me: I don’t care. She doesn’t deserve any more **** or punishments from us.

cgrevenge: So you’re going to forfeit your round and give her the chance to punish you again?

I look up at her over my cellphone screen as she sits on my bed watching anxiously.

me: If that’s what it takes.

The app doesn’t reply for a moment, which is either a really good thing or a really bad thing.

Mia’s phone vibrates and then she reads aloud: “do I want to end the game as a loser, or do I want to get **** on you?”

She looks up at me, confused: “What is losing? Did you win, Lina?”

“I don’t know.” I look at my blank screen.

I watch her scroll through a bunch of options with a grin. “I can make you wear those awful heels… ooh! I can have you do all my chores! Or walk on all fours! A tail?! Lina some of these look so good!”

“Mia! Think about the big picture!”

She bites her lip and looks at me as she taps her screen.