I open the door to the gym and walk in, with Derek right behind me. "Ah, there you are my Queen." Kyle is waiting for me at half court like he said he would. He's sitting on a golden chair with his left leg over one of the chair's arms being fed grapes and fanned by two girls dressed in high heels and barely-there bikinis like some Pharoah. Derek bows as he walks in and you roll your eyes at his new submissiveness. "I'm here" I make air quotes to show how pissed I am " 'Lord Kyle'. Not that I had any choice." He holds his hand up to his servants to dismiss them and they bow and stand at attention behind the throne. Kyle moves his leg off the chair and sits with his hands hanging between his knees. "Of course you don't have a choice. You're cursed." He stands up from the chair and it turns into a golden stool. "Like this chair, Queenie? I had one of your drones make it. With the help of the curse of course."
"How did it do that?" "It's a magic chair. It will change into whatever the sitter requires. For me, a throne. For you, something that will never break under pressure and maybe even recline. Always wanted to try that. Maybe I'll get to." You huff in disagreement but he just wags his finger at you. "Remember Queenie. You have no choice. Best not make your situation worse, okay? Now leave your puppy and come over here to me and lets get this started."
You turn to Derek who bows his head at your attention. "This is where I leave you, my Queen. I must go and join my brethren in line. I hope to see you soon." He bows and turns to walk away but you grab his wrist. "No please don't go. Not yet. At least if I have to go through with this, can you please be waiting for me when this is over? I'll need you to comfort me." He smiles and bows "Of course Your Majesty." "Just call me Jenny, please." "Of course...Jenny." Derek kisses my forehead and walks out of the gym. I take a deep breath and walk toward Kyle. He slow claps as I get closer. "That was precious Queenie. Oscar-worthy, really moving. But, uh, lets get this moving." He stands up and points at the half court line right in front of him. As soon as your toes touch the line, you get stuck. You can still move your body, but your feet are frozen in place. Naturally, you're terrified but there is nothing you can do. Kyle holds all of the power.
"Now Queenie. What should I make you do first?"