This choice: "...will serve your every whim." • Go Back... Michael blinked. "What?" was all he said, again, surprised to hear it coming from a high, british-woman's voice. "That's not fair! Why do I-" "Silence!" Reginald snapped, and Michael suddenly found himself incapable of speaking. His eyes went wide, and he tried to pry his lips open. No dice. Its as if they've been sealed.
Susan frowned and stared at Michael, watching him...or her, frantically attempt to open their mouth to get a word in about the whole thing. "...our every whim?" she asked tentatively. "Yes, my lady. Anything you or your family desire." "But he is family..." she said, her voice trailing off. "She," began Reginald, walking towards Michael in a way that made him nervous. "...is nothing more then a servant, now. 'She' will do whatever you tell her to, whether she wants to or not." "But-" began Susan, who was suddenly cut off by Mark, yelling up to the sky. "Hey! This isn't part of the experience! We didn't pay for-" "Yes, it is." interrupted Reginald. "What the fuck are you-" "You signed the contract, Mark." he said, suddenly breaking character. "This is the kind of thing that can happen. It's all part of the medieval experience. And the maiden here will experience serving you in whatever way you desire until the simulation ends."
Everyone in the family was a little nervous, now, except for Ryan, who seemed to be grinning, as if he was planning something. "Anything I desire, huh?" he said under his breath...which Michael heard. He would've yelled at him, but his lips were still sealed. "Anyway, I believe I'll be off. But don't consider me gone. Whenever you desire me, when you turn around, I'll be there." And with a burst of pixelated smoke, he was gone. The family stood for a few moments, taking all this in, before Susan finally noticed Mark pointing at his lips with a look of rage. "Oh, right! You may speak, Michael." "...this is bullshit!" he began, which sounded somewhat absurd in his new form. "Did you even read the contract, dad?! Now I have to stay in this body for...for...uh, how long is the vacation, anyway?"
Mark looked at the ground, sheepishly, and murmured...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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