Justine glided into a corner of the room and lay on the floor, smashing her breasts into the floor with hands bound behind her back, hiding her eyes from what had become of her lower body. How was it even possible? Her captor was toying with her body like she was some kind of disturbing art piece. Being some kind of snail girl was as incomrehensible as it was disturbing, she simply couldn't cope with the latest change in any reasonable way.
Sobbing, she tried to focus. Was it really worse than dying in here? If she just sat here forever, she'd eventually starve (Justine laughed madly through her tears at the thought of that fate after the last six hours). Her body was slick with food scraps still, she wanted to unhook her hands somehow and get cleaned up at least. Maybe then it'd be possible to understand what was going on with her former legs without sobbing.
Lifting her torso and seeing the spiral pattern of her new shell out of the corner of her eye, Justine closed her eyes once again and focused. She could do this, just a little more. Giving up now was the worst thing she could do. Hope filled her when she spotted the gold key, resting on the buffet table. Gliding on her... tail? She guessed that was an apt enough description, Justine picked up the key with her teeth. As she moved she could feel scraps of food on the floor with her sensitive gold skinned "foot". Behind her she left a thin trail of transparent slime as she found the door and inserted the key.
A brief hope of freedom was dashed when Justine found yet another room, very similar to the last. The door shut behind her and she was trapped in another of the twisted games he, whoever he was, was playing on her. Thankfully there was not another jug waiting for her. Instead, the floor curved downwards to a kind of moat. Curiously, Justine edged into the gap and realized the moat was filled with not water, but a white sparkling grainy substance. Salt! she realized with growing horror. Cautiously inching to the edge, she touched it with her lower body and recoiled from the powerful burning sensation just a few crystals had left her with.
Backing away, Justine looked across the river of salt. Another golden key sat in a bell jar on a small wooden table, taunting her. A meter of salt separated her from it. It would be extremely painful crossing it at her slow speed but she couldn't see any other way with her hands still bound. She could feel herself shaking at the thought of feeling that burn for so long. Looking over her shoulder, past the purple and black shell (it matched her clothes she realized) and her golden skin, she wished the door back would reopen and she could skip this somehow. Then she noticed another note, this time taped to the back of the shut door.
I hope your gluttony was worth it. Now you will see the extent of your sloth, Stringy. You have sinned more than most and it's catching up to you. Go break a leg!
Oh, right. I took those away from you.
"Please don't make me do it. Please..." Justine pleaded to the silence.
Thu Dec 18 07:29:42 2014