Susan wastes not a second, lifting her foot high and slamming it down on the professor. Rebekah screams out but is instantly muffled by a rubber sole, stamping her into the earth in a mash of blood and dirt. You refuse to look for yourself, but that thought alone is enough to turn your stomach over.
Susan shows you no attention or restraint as she stomps down again with authority, then once more for the sheer pleasure of her power. Her hand closes around you obliviously, making a powerful fist as she shouts to the world, "Worship me! You will all worship me! Or get your punishment!"
Her massive chest pounds with the heart inside, proud to be a goddess. She surveys the world around her, you still trapped in her grip. She asks herself "Where do I begin?" Then she feels you once more and brings you to her face. Dangling you dangerously from your shirt, she asks, "Will you be the first to serve your goddess, or will you be the next to die?"
Dizzy and disgusted, your mouth speaks but you can't hear yourself. Though you can sure hear Susan's proclamation afterwards.
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