"Well Rumiko, I don't know what you are trying to do here but I am not going to accept either of your offers. Unlike some people in this day and age, I will keep me and my son's dignity. Thank you and goodbye." You tell the Japanese teacher as you sternly walk towards the door. You put your palm on the handle to the door and twist only for the handle to stay still. You were locked in.
"Trying to go somewhere Ms Harper?" Rumiko says to you as she lets off a chuckle and approaches you in a slow walk. Your heart pumps uncontrollably as she inches her way towards your awaiting, vulnerable self. She pushed you against the wall as you were too weak to fight her advances. "I gave you a choice Ms. Harper. I really tried to let you live your life. But you had to have your way. I hope it's worth it for you." She then rolled your body up into a ball which fit in the palm of her hand and walked your crunched form over to her desk.
You peaked through the crevices between her fingers to spot that she was lowering you into a beaker over a Bunsen burner. She dropped you into the glass container as you struggled unsuccessfully to break free of your spherical prison, as the Japanese middle aged woman asked you "Do you know what happens when we heat a solid to its melting point?" And turned on the burner to ignite a fire that you can feel burning underneath you. The ball you were wrapped in stayed put together for just long enough before you melted enough to the point where there was no hope of escape. You melt into a completely liquid puddle filling up half the beaker whenever Rumiko turned off the flame.
She raised your glass up off the metal plate and up to her face as she looked upon her liquid woman and grinned at the sight of her achievement. She thought about her choices for a moment before you saw her pick up an empty water bottle and pour you in it before sealing the lid on straight. She picky your bottle up and sets you under her desk to sit and wait for what seems like months but is only a day. You are startled to see that he hand picks you up and places you on her desk, disguised as a water bottle looking upon her classroom full of students. You look to see if you can recognize your son and realize that
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