This choice: "...really, really needed this money. I'm sorry, Jason." • Go Back...Chapter #4Sold, to the highest bidder! by: Rhita Gawr   As the words leave her lips, your jaw drops open in shock. You really can't believe what you're hearing... Lisa, your adorable, loving girlfriend was ready to give you up over... Well, $10,000 was a lot of money, but still. It stung all the same, even if Miss South was extremely sexy. She had the whole Hot for Teacher vibe down to a fine art... But that wasn't what was important here!
"That is wonderful to hear, Lisa!" Miss South exclaimed, releasing the stack of cash as Lisa gripped it with both hands. "Now, why don't you hurry on to your next class? I'll just be a few minutes with my new toy." As she said it, she licked her lips. A shiver ran down your spine then, and you knew you needed to run... But Lisa was standing up to go, and Miss South was moving into action. Suddenly the tines of the professor's fork were pressing against the back of your knees, forcing you to fall backwards onto the utensil as it rose through the air. As you heard the office door close behind you, Miss South raises you up to her lips. "Oh I've waited forever to make you mine..." she sighed, her hot breath, sweet smelling like candy, washing over you.
As panic rises in your throat, Miss South giggles. And suddenly you're falling through the air to land with a splatter in a pool of viscous, tangy sauce. Miss South had dumped you into the bottom of her Chinese takeout box! You splutter and flounder for a moment, slipping about in the shallow puddle, but finally manage to find your balance. "What..." you breath, but Professor South's giggling from above drowns out your thoughts. "You stay right there, my tasty snack. I've got a few things to prepare for, then we will get out of here. I bet you haven't left campus since the accident." Then the box flaps shut around you.
What footing you'd found before disappears though, as your boxed in world sways about. Sauce rolls around the box, carrying you into stray pieces of broccoli and beef. Clearly Miss South is taking you somewhere... But you have no way to judge time or distance in this sticky darkness. Eventually, the motion does stop... and you're left to stew in silence as well as darkness. At least you have a moment to rest.
What feels like forever passes, though it couldn't have been that long, before something causes the box to jostle... and opens up the flaps above. At first the light blinds you after being trapped in the dark for so long, but when you can finally see, you can make out the face of...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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