Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-39954802-20190701172507/@comment-29329406-20190803231209

I gulp as I watch the towering wheel spin and spin, keeping my fingers crossed tight for an outcome I could at least live with. After what felt like ages, the wheel started to slow to a crawl until it finally stopped on the destined space.

“Looks like our lucky player is going home with an amazoness! Congratulations!” Exclaimed Scarlett.

Definitely not what comes to mind when I think ‘livable’. Being mercilessly bossed around and publicly humiliated is not what I’m looking for in a relationship.

“Umm…can I get a re-spin?” I ask with a nervous grin.

“Umm…no.” mocks the Cheshire cat, warranting a chuckle from the audience.

Shit. On that note, I enact plan B: run for it! But just as I’m making my hasty escape, suddenly I feel a bola quickly wrap around my ankles and I plummet to the stage floor, causing the crowd to roar with applause.

“Nice shot, Shira!” Says Scarlett to the muscular, imposing amazoness who flung the bola.

“It’s all in the wrist”. She boasts

I frantically try to untie the bola but before I can get it loose, the amazoness binds my wrists and throws me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“So Shira, I’m curious, what made you want to sign up to be on this show?” Scarlett queries. “I thought amazoness preferred to hunt down and catch their men.” She points her microphone over to Shira for her response.

“Captured or won, a prize is a prize. Plus, I’m...kind of a big fan of the show.” Answered Shira, blushing slightly.

“Isn’t she somethin’, folks? Let’s give her a hand!”

The audience lets out a final cheer as Shira walks off stage with me in tow.

“Let’s go little man.” She says “I can’t wait to show you off to my village tonight. And If you do a good job, I’ll let you wash my loin cloths.”

“*sigh*…Sounds great…honey.” I mumble, completely and utterly defeated.