As you slowly regain consciousness, the world around you blurs and shifts into focus, revealing the imposing figure of Neekolul looming overhead. Her face is contorted into a scowl, her eyes narrowed as they bore into you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You realize with a sinking feeling that you are completely at her mercy, trapped in the palm of her hand.
At just an inch tall, you feel utterly insignificant in her presence, like a mere speck compared to her towering stature. The air around you crackles with tension, and the heat emanating from her hand makes it hard to breathe. You can see every detail of her face up close—the sharp lines of her jaw, the curve of her lips, and the fire in her eyes as she stares you down.
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Neekolul lifts you closer to her face, bringing you eye level with her piercing gaze. You can feel the weight of her scrutiny bearing down on you, like a heavy burden you can't escape. The intensity of her stare is suffocating, and you struggle to find your voice in the face of her silent accusation.
"I know it's you," she says, her voice low and menacing. "You're the one talking shit about my streams."
Your heart pounds in your chest as her words hang in the air, a stark reminder of the danger you're in. You try to protest, to explain that it's all just a misunderstanding, but the words catch in your throat, drowned out by the fear coursing through your veins.
Without warning, Neekolul's expression hardens, and you watch in horror as she reaches for her braces, a glint of malice in her eyes. In one swift motion, she attaches you to the metal wires, securing you in place with a cruel twist of her fingers. The cold metal presses against your tiny body, sending a jolt of pain through you as you realize the gravity of your situation.
You're now trapped, helpless and vulnerable, at the mercy of Neekolul's wrath. With a satisfied smirk, she releases her grip on you, leaving you dangling precariously from her braces like a trophy of her victory. The world spins around you, a dizzying blur of metal and flesh, as Neekolul prepares to start her stream for the day.
As she settles into her chair and adjusts her headset, you can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. You're now a captive audience, forced to endure the agony of her braces digging into your tiny body with every movement she makes. And as the stream begins, you can only hope that somehow, you'll find a way to escape this nightmare before it's too late.
As Neekolul starts her stream, the familiar sound of her energetic voice fills the room, echoing through the wires of her braces and reverberating around the tiny protagonist. Each word she speaks feels like a thunderous roar, amplified by the metal confines of her mouth and washing over the helpless individual with relentless force.
With deft fingers, Neekolul navigates through the menus of Valorant, her movements fluid and precise as she selects her character and prepares for battle. The protagonist feels every motion, every click of the mouse and press of the keyboard, sending vibrations through the braces and jolting them with each movement.
As she engages her chat, Neekolul's voice becomes a constant presence, filling the air with a cacophony of sound. She laughs, she jokes, she interacts with her viewers with boundless enthusiasm, her voice rising and falling with each moment of excitement or frustration.
For the tiny protagonist attached to her braces, the experience is overwhelming. The noise is deafening, the vibrations disorienting, and the constant movement of Neekolul's mouth threatens to dislodge them at any moment. They cling desperately to the metal wires, their tiny body buffeted by the tumultuous storm of sound and motion.
And as Neekolul dives into the game, her focus intensifies, her movements becoming more frenetic as she navigates the virtual battlefield. The protagonist feels every tense moment, every close call, every victory and defeat as if they were experiencing it themselves.
But amidst the chaos, there are moments of respite. Brief lulls in the action where Neekolul pauses to take a breath or respond to a chat message. In those moments, the protagonist dares to hope for escape, for relief from the relentless onslaught of noise and movement.
But those moments are fleeting, and soon Neekolul is once again fully immersed in the game, her voice rising to a fever pitch as the tension mounts. The protagonist hangs on for dear life, their world reduced to the relentless barrage of sound and motion, hoping against hope that somehow, they will find a way to survive this nightmarish ordeal.
As Neekolul continues her stream, the sound of her voice remains a constant presence, filling the air with energy and excitement. She's fully engrossed in the game of Valorant, her focus unyielding as she navigates the virtual battlefield with skill and precision. But amidst the chaos of gameplay, there's a sudden shift in the atmosphere as Neekolul reaches for a candy bar resting on her desk.
The tiny protagonist, attached to her braces, feels a surge of panic as Neekolul unwraps the candy bar with casual indifference. The rustle of the wrapper is deafening, each crinkle echoing through the metal wires and sending shivers down the protagonist's spine. They brace themselves for what comes next, knowing that they're completely at Neekolul's mercy.
With a swift motion, Neekolul brings the candy bar to her mouth, taking a large bite and chewing with audible relish. The sound is deafening, like thunder reverberating through the braces and rattling the tiny individual clinging desperately to their metal prison. Each crunch of the candy bar feels like a blow, threatening to dislodge the protagonist from their precarious perch.
But Neekolul pays no mind to the potential danger she poses to the tiny individual attached to her braces. She continues to eat with gusto, completely engrossed in the game and the lively chat scrolling across her screen. The protagonist can only watch in horror as Neekolul's teeth come dangerously close, each bite bringing her closer to their fragile form.
As Neekolul engages with her chat, her mouth moves with animated enthusiasm, the candy bar disappearing with alarming speed. The protagonist is tossed about like a ragdoll, buffeted by the force of Neekolul's chewing and the relentless motion of her mouth. They cling to the metal wires for dear life, praying that they'll survive this ordeal unscathed.
But as Neekolul finishes the last bite of the candy bar, a sense of dread settles over the tiny protagonist. They know that their fate rests entirely in Neekolul's hands, and that she remains completely unaware of the danger she poses to their fragile existence. As the stream continues, the protagonist can only hope that somehow, they'll find a way to escape before it's too late.
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