Test Drive Meme #2

[proximods]

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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[true_noir]

She laughed. It was a throaty, cold, dry laugh, as low pitched as her tinny little voice could manage. Her lips parted in a thin smile and she shrugged. "I've been trapped in places like this for years. Forced to do things just like this," she whispered. "It's hard not to be a little immune to the strangeness."

Another small chuckle. "And yes, I am... but I won't touch you unless you say I can. That's more than some might promise right now, especially if the drugs get thick enough in our veins." Because she knew how to masturbate to deal with the sensations, which she was starting to do, right about...

Now.