This choice: Three tooth-pick spears, "lets observe some of Ms. Brooke's 'escalation" • Go Back...Chapter #4Tested Theory, Amy In Her Natural Habitat? by: AmyBrooke   Dr. Prynn swiftly pushes three toothpick spears through the bars in the radius of each 3 inch-tall man. The class is silent as to not disturb nature. One man grabs the spear hastefully and mock jabs it at the other two men. "As we observe, this male is accustomed to his previous habitat, where he is the alpha. He assumes now, as before, the other males will submit to him or recognize him as their superior. This intimidation is an important survival advantage; if the other males refuse to accept his challenge." The other two grab their spears and look at each other, slowly walking towards each other and are now side-by-side, in a mock spear lounge motion towards the one who grabbed the spear first.
“Unfortunately, for this particularly arrogant man, the other two in the cage are also alphas of their respective group and since they aren't shorter or perceive themselves to be weaker, they not only accept his challenge but due to an instinct developed to increase their chance of survival; they team up." The class now has a mixed reaction, some thrilled by the rush of a fight, some frightened that they will kill each other, and others angry at this barbaric behavior. After a minute standoff, the two leaped forward and jabbed both spears into the first man. He blocked one but the other spear makes contact to the stomach, he falls and the other two repeatedly stab him with their spears. Slight screams and faces of shock are heard from Dr. Prynn’s eager audience. She grins and continues. "The first man, #53, used a bluff to obtain his alpha position. He doesn’t truly possess any combat eagerness or ability to take another person’s life. Notice, he attempted to block the path of both spears, rather than trying to kill for title or territory. He is what we would call…weak or…unfit.”
The cage door slowly opened and the two men backed away towards a corner while weakly grunting as Dr. Prynn’s hand entered the cage, firmly grabbing #53 in her fist as he cried. She petted him on the head in view of the other two men, shaking and pointing out their spears at her, but lowered toward the ground, which was more of a defensive posture. Dr. Prynn growled at them loudly and slapped the cage. The two men fell to their knees and made weak whimpering noises. Dr. Prynn laughed and turned towards the class, walked over towards Amy’s desk, and dropped him in front of her as the class followed and leaned in. “As you can see, #53 has no wound or mark on him. The spears are fake but of course, the subjects don’t know that.” The class seemed to calm down and others sighed with relief. “This is the difference between human males and females, we wouldn’t give them real spears to murder each other and we usually take pity on the weakest.” The class all looked down at #53 as he fell on his back and looked up at the surrounding giantesses. “But while we are merciful, we are not without our own unique ways of dealing with situations and witnessed violence.”
Dr. Prynn walked back towards the cage, roughly grabbed both men, and brought them back to Amy’s desk, dropping them a few inches away from #53. “Now Ms. Brooke, you proposed your theory and the class observed it in a natural environment. Now, we will observe your actions on these men you seem to hate so much.” Amy raised her eyebrows with a look of surprise. “Ms. Brooke, you have permission to do whatever you like to any or all three of these men without any consequence or interference from anyone. What do you think class? What does Ms. Brooke do with men when she captures them and no one’s around? Let’s see which of our own theories on Ms. Brooke’s actions in a natural environment are true or false.”
Amy laughed and looked at the class playfully but inside she hated Dr. Prynn, she had put her in a position where she would have to fight her urges and possibly lose friends. The class looked onwards with a look of concern for the three men, most putting themselves in the men’s position. Amy looked down at the three of them, all looking back up at her stern and controlling demeanor with the same pathetic expression; please don’t kill me. “Please, Ms. Brooke, it would be best if you didn’t give in to peer pressure or outside forces. #53, #79. and #121 don't even have to be their names. You can name them what you wish.”
After a minute of silence, Amy stands up to appear more serious and dominant over them. Her hand…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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