You gulp as her tentacle fingers wrap around you, pressing you against her keys. Their rigid edges dig painfully into your stomach. She heaves you forward too quickly to process what is happening, but after a second, she emits a confused gasp.
“What on earth?” she asks herself, bringing you to her face. Her hair is completely disheveled, with some strands standing straight up in the back of her head and others flowing in front of her face. “Did I pick you up at some point last night?”
You nod yes.
“What happened?” she stammers, hiccupping hot, smelly air into your face.
You explain how your teacher kidnapped you, how you escaped, and she picked you up. In response, she simply nods, too groggy to say anything. Instead she moves through her apartment.
“Hold on,” she eventually states. “I need some coffee and food before I can process this.”
With that, she drops you onto her coffee table and walks into the kitchen to grab some food. You anxiously look at her for some sign of what she thinks, for you are completely at her mercy.
“What on earth?” she asks herself, bringing you to her face. Her hair is completely disheveled, with some strands standing straight up in the back of her head and others flowing in front of her face. “Did I pick you up at some point last night?”
You nod yes.
“What happened?” she stammers, hiccupping hot, smelly air into your face.
You explain how your teacher kidnapped you, how you escaped, and she picked you up. In response, she simply nods, too groggy to say anything. Instead she moves through her apartment.
“Hold on,” she eventually states. “I need some coffee and food before I can process this.”
With that, she drops you onto her coffee table and walks into the kitchen to grab some food. You anxiously look at her for some sign of what she thinks, for you are completely at her mercy.
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June 3, 2023
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