Megan laughs, seeing you stuck on the ground on your knees. "That's great," she says with a smile. "After what you did to me, that's the perfect spot for you."
She turns towards the door to the hallway. "OK, I'm going out for a while and I will NOT come back sober," she says. That ain't good. "In the meantime, I order you to ... " She pauses. "You know what, I order you to stay right there. I want you to stay on your fucking knees." She then smirks at you, turns on her heel, and leaves.
She's right that she's gone for a while. Maybe she doesn't go out any longer than she normally does, but you become incredibly bored incredibly quickly. Hour after hour of kneeling on the ground of your dorm room, staring at the doorway into your suite with Megan, is not your idea of a fun Thursday night. Worst of all, you spend the whole time worrying about your future. Now that Megan has the gun, what's she going to do with you? She's obviously mad as hell at you for making her suck you off. Now she's in command.
Sure enough, late that night Megan comes stumbling in. She's drunk off her ass and clearly isn't thinking straight. That realization makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You hope she forgets you're there, but you know she won't. In fact, she's barely though the door when she turns to you and smiles with the most evil grin you've ever seen. Worst of all, she's got...
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