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A sinking feeling grew ever present in her stomach as he mocked her while he approached. It was the worst feeling she had ever experienced. It wasn't just terror, the word itself didn't even come close to the feeling that this man gave her. Her body felt like it was paralyzed, like all the strength from her limbs had been sapped away by the continuous shaking.

His touch made her inhale sharply and caused her entire body to tense up. Her chin, slowly being pushed upward to she could see him bearing down upon her. She felt so small, vulnerable and disgusting compared to his looming presence. This must have been what a mouse saw as the cat finally caught it. His figure, in her perception, was massive and made only more intimidating by the words that began to cut into her mind as he spoke.

Vermin, Uniquely Absurd. Her mind could only tell her that he looked down upon her and that there was absolutely no escape. Whatever his plan was, she would definitely receive. The shadows moved to reveal his face slightly. Her eyes, going wider still as she gazed upon him. The fact his visage was one of perfection, shook her to her very core.

She might have been able to accept a gruesome death at the hands of a hideous monster, something that had no choice but to be destructive. However, he was a being that knew what he was, he knew what he was capable of and he knew exactly what he was doing. That, was the scariest part of all.

In one moment she was lifted into the air. A terrified squeal emitted from Jo-Jo as her body began to tumble over and over. He could manipulate her body? No, just the space in which her body occupied, more precisely her body's own natural energy seemed to be working against her in this moment. At least, that was her theory. It could have been an interesting hypothesis, but she didn't think she would be testing the question in the foreseeable future.

The spinning began to throw off her equilibrium, making it harder and harder to think.

However, she was able to see the beam fired by him. A pinpoint shot, through the counter, hitting it's mark flawlessly. Everything about the man broke conventional physics and theory. Jo-Jo was smart enough to know that there were things in the universe that defied scientific thought but she also knew that there was something of a science behind his power too. His biology, his attire, his mentality. Understanding this............ only made things worse.

Just as the thought dawned on her that he was some kind of super-being, he spoke again. Cold, dagger-like words began stabbing themselves into her mind as she spun helplessly mid air. A pet? His words suggested domination and subjugation. A fate of forever being disgraced and trampled on, shown off like a prize if she was good or punished if she did not obey. "N-N-No.......P-Please!" was all she could muster to say while her body continued to obey his commands.

Then he spoke of the black market. A fate of being auctioned off and sold as property to someone who would more than likely abuse and destroy her. Her mind filled with images of terrible men with their hands all over her body, doing inexplicable things. It was a scarier thought than being a pet, even though there was a chance she would be sold as a pet on the market. A small chance, but a chance.

His third option was very much the worst of his ideas. She whimpered slightly as she saw the purple energy take it's new form. She knew it wasn't a bluff, he would probably not even break a sweat doing it. That's not how she wanted to be seen as she was dying. A stumbling, skeletal meat creature, that was desperately trying to hold it's insides in. The image alone made her wet herself. Given the fact she was still spinning as it happened only added to her humiliation.

Not shortly after her humiliating act, did he begin to spin her like a gyro. It was gut and mind wrenching, she almost couldn't comprehend what he was saying. But she understood him perfectly well, especially when he suddenly left her fate in her own hands. Assigning them to chess variations? The whole thought was cruel.

Jo-Jo was very intelligent, some would even say genius. Partly due to her psychic ability and partly due to her love of learning. However, at this moment, it was her worst enemy. If he assigned them to chess variants, did he assign the options to likeness of culture? If that was the case, she was sure Shatar would be the skinning option, given that Mongolians were particularly ruthless. If that was how he assigned them, she felt like it would have been easy.

But was that how he had done it?

How did he assign the options? The situation cause her heart and her mind to race. Thinking of every possible reasoning behind why he would assign which option to which choice. This was torment. She screamed as her mind tried to process tried to make sense of the reasoning. There was no way, she would have to guess. It was almost like he knew that this would torment her so much. Did he know? How could he know? Why was this happening? Which would she choose? Each of the options represented was a terrible fate for her. Why did she have to choose? Why couldn't he just kill her instead of subjecting her to this torment?

Her mind began to spiral into darkness as she spun. Her hyper calculating brain was turned on itself and provided a wondrous, and probably unexpected, for of torture. She screamed again before sobbing hysterically for a moment before letting out another scream as she tried to 'decode' the problem. "N-NO!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!" She cried out again.

She would have to guess, there was no other option.

"SH-SH-SHOGI!!!!!! I CHOOSE SHOGI"