Their collars are chiming with notifications as the crowd closes in on you.

"I got promoted!"

"I am moving to the Highshelf!" 

They excitedly chatter among each other for a moment before remembering that they had to dispose of you. The imposter. The Unbeliever. 

"Pathetic, this guy didn't get any points. He had us folding underwear while he went about lounging, spreading his lies."

"I am her brother, your idiot!" 

You try to push your way through, knocking over some of the exhausted tinies, but there's still too many. They fully surround and begin to pile dog on top of you while you kick and yell to no success. 

"I just told you I'm her brother! You gotta realize how messed up this is? Right?"

The one-eyed man pays you no mind while four of the stronger guys finish tightening the threads around your arms and legs. Completely defeated and beat up, you lay there while they finish tying you up.

"You will either survive and become a true follower of Goddess Kate. Or you will perish somehow, it really is out of our hands now." 

The leader of the mob leads the others away from the pile of panties where they have tied you to the front of a black lace thong. You feel the material and feel completely humiliated shuddering at the thought of Kate wearing this to see her boyfriend.

Once the others have left and it seems that enough time has passed, you begin to regain strength and try to wiggle your arms out of the lace. It is strong as hell and the little bastards did a good job to keep you secured. This seemed like some type of ritual to them, who knows how many had been lost to Kate's-

 No, you couldn't give up yet…