As the realization dawned on Mark, his heart raced with fear and confusion. His eyes widened, taking in the strange, almost surreal scene before him. Trapped in Anna's bedroom, surrounded by grinning girls who held an ominous power over him, he couldn't comprehend how things had escalated so quickly.
His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. This can't be happening, it must be a dream, he thought desperately. But it all felt to real.
Especially Anna, who he had always loved, why would she do this to him? What did I ever do to deserve this? Was this some perverted revenge for his persistence? Or was it a twisted fantasy of Anna's mind?
In his frozen state, Mark's body remained motionless, but his mind was racing. Every whispered suggestion from the girls, that discussed what they want to do to him, pierced through him like icy needles, each more humiliating than the last.
One suggested to turn him into an girl. Another suggested to transform him into an human pet, that would fetch them drinks and that they could walk around naked on a leash. Someone suggested that if Mark wanted to be close to her heart, he should transformed into Anna's boobs. And one girl wanted to transform Mark into her bra and panties.
Every of these ideas sent shivers down Mark's spine, igniting a deep well of shame within him. He struggled against his paralysis, willing himself to move, to fight back, but it was no use. All he could do was listen and suffer, trapped in his own private nightmare.
Anna, the orchestrator of this cruel game, seemed to relish in his distress. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she toyed with her friends, their laughter echoing through the room. Mark's thoughts turned to plead, praying for mercy from the girls, but his frozen form rendered him voiceless.
As the discussion continued, the tension in the air grew palpable. Each girl offered her own twisted idea, their laughter growing louder with each passing moment. Mark's anxiety mounted, knowing that he was completely at the mercy of those girls and any choice they made could forever alter his existence.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached a consensus. Their cruel laughter subsided, replaced by a sinister satisfaction that filled the air.
Anna, now holding the Chronivac with renewed determination, announced their decision to Mark, whose terrified gaze met hers. What had the girl he liked so much had planed for him?
"I think," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "it's only fitting that our lovely new plaything becomes something we can all enjoy together. So, Mark, my dear, prepare yourself to become a fully-aware sex-toy, specifically designed with five vibrating dildos, ensuring that we can indulge in you simultaneously."
Mark's mind reeled at the prospect, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of despair. This was even worse then everything he could have imagined, maybe even a fate worse than death itself.
And then he saw Anna raising the Chonivac and pointing it to Mark. His last minutes aa a human being where about to start.