"How could you do that to someone?" she says in a rage. "I'm a human being, not your fucking toy. I'm going to show you what it's like to be under the complete control of someone else."
"But not me," she continues. "I don't give a shit about you. I'm going to find someone else to control you, and you're not going to like it."
Megan pauses, and twirls the gun around in her hand. She's thinking this over. "All right, how about this. I'm ordering you to go to bed and wake up at 8 o'clock. When you do, I'll send you off to your new owner. Get ready to be someone's new toy."
You shudder, but you have no choice anymore, so you go to bed as instructed. While waiting to fall asleep, you start to wonder under whose control Megan will put you. You try not to even think about it, but you can't stop. You sleep restlessly, tossing and turning all night.
Eventually the alarm goes off, and you know it's your doomsday hour. There's just nothing you can do as you climb out of bed and knock on the door to Megan's room. You cringe with each knock. Megan opens the door with a smile.
"Great news, asshole!" she says with the perky look of someone who doesn't understand 8 a.m. the way you do. "I've just figured out who your new owner is! Now I'll never have to see your sorry face in here every morning. Congrats on fucking with me!"
You look down. You're so ashamed of yourself. Or, maybe, you just regret what's about to happen. Of course, nothing can prepare you for Megan's choice, which is ...
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