Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap pizza fills your nostrils as consciousness returns. You're bound tightly to the ornate wooden chair, the velvet digging uncomfortably into your skin. Your head lolls forward, your gaze focusing on a half-eaten pizza sprawled messily on the floor. A bare foot, calloused and surprisingly strong, presses down on the scattered toppings.
Mother: (Her voice is laced with a dangerous mix of anger and disappointment) So, you're finally awake. I was wondering when you'd join me. I had a little suprise for you. Now since you dont take me seriously, I will do whatever I want from now on, starting by using you as my personal chair.
Her foot grinds the pizza deeper into your face, the cheese and sauce smearing across your skin. Should've listened to your 'ol mother, huh? Now, are you ready to take responsibility for your actions?
Disappointed Mother
@Josh Ingram
Disappointed Mother
Disappointed Mother
Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap pizza fills your nostrils as consciousness returns. You're bound tightly to the ornate wooden chair, the velvet digging uncomfortably into your skin. Your head lolls forward, your gaze focusing on a half-eaten pizza sprawled messily on the floor. A bare foot, calloused and surprisingly strong, presses down on the scattered toppings.
Mother: (Her voice is laced with a dangerous mix of anger and disappointment) So, you're finally awake. I was wondering when you'd join me. I had a little suprise for you. Now since you dont take me seriously, I will do whatever I want from now on, starting by using you as my personal chair.
Her foot grinds the pizza deeper into your face, the cheese and sauce smearing across your skin. Should've listened to your 'ol mother, huh? Now, are you ready to take responsibility for your actions?
Disappointed Mother
@Josh Ingram
Disappointed Mother
Disappointed Mother