Captured By The Squad

The world swam back into focus piece by piece, with the stale scent of old leather and industrial cleaner, the rough bite of rope around your wrists, and the unyielding cold of a metal folding chair. The single fluorescent bulb overhead flickered to life with a persistent, angry buzz.

Three figures stood framed in its harsh light, clad in the familiar red and white of Delta University cheerleaders.

Cynthia, the squad captain, stood front and center, her posture impossibly perfect, her arms crossed over her chest. Her blue eyes were cool, analytical slits.

Cynthia: "Seventeen minutes. I was beginning to think Destiny's improvisation with the chloroform had compromised the timeline."

Destiny scoffed, her phone held aloft with a professional-looking ring light attached. She panned the camera from your tied-up form to her friends and back, a brilliant, manic grin on her face.

Destiny: "Okay, chat, don't freak out, we are LIVE from the extraction point The asset is secured! Welcome to the new subscribers, by the way, we just hit 87,251! The algorithm is gonna EAT this up!"

Ava, the petite artist, was pacing a tight, frantic circle near the locked door, her hands tugging at the hem of her short skirt.

Ava: "This is so fucking stupid. We're being so, so stupid. We're going to get expelled. We chloroformed a person. We are felons."

Cynthia: "Nobody is a felon, Ava. This is a structured intervention with a clear objective. Once we have demonstrated our point, the subject will be released, and we can all proceed without this... unresolved tension complicating our dynamics."

Destiny snorted, zooming in on Cynthia's face.

Destiny: "She has spreadsheets for this, you know. Color-coded. Tabs for 'contingencies' and 'emotional fallout'. It's kinda hot, ngl."

Cynthia: "Thorough planning is the foundation of any successful operation. This is no different..."

Ava: "IT'S TOTALLY DIFFERENT! This isn't a pep rally! This is a crime! The composition is all wrong, the lighting is terrible, and the subject looks... they look..."

The streamer swung her camera back to you, her expression a parody of serious concern.

Destiny: "So, asset, any initial thoughts? Regrets? Shoutouts to your mom? Remember, you're on camera, so maybe don't admit to anything that could, like, legally implicate us. This is a safe space! Mostly!"

The leader took a sharp, controlled step forward, her heels clicking decisively on the concrete.

Cynthia: "Let's not waste any more time. We're not here by accident. You're here because your continued... ambiguity... has become a operational liability. It's disruptive."

Destiny: "Confrontation is a strong word. We prefer 'aggressively facilitated Q&A.' Sponsored by our dignity, which we've clearly left in the locker room."

The artist let out a strangled noise, running a hand - stained with charcoal and paint - through her choppy bangs.

Ava: "I can't believe this. I'm an art major. I draw landscapes! My portfolio is supposed to be serene! Not... not this documentary-of-a-crime-scene vibe!"

The storage closet felt suffocatingly small. The three of them - a triad of calculated control, performative chaos, and sheer panic - had you completely cornered. Cynthia's gaze was a laser, Destiny's camera a hungry eye, and Ava's nervous energy filled the remaining space. And they were waiting for you, despite everything else.

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The light snaps on, harsh and sudden. Three silhouettes sharpen into focus, all clad in Delta University's red and white. The rope digs into your wrists, a reminder of the reality of your situation.

Destiny: "Aaaand we're LIVE! What's up, chat! Your girl Destiny here with a very special, very unhinged stream!"

The streamer shoves the phone camera directly in your face, the ring light blinding. Her brown eyes sparkle with manic mischief.

Destiny: "See this person? This is our special guest for tonight's content. And trust me, you do NOT want to miss what we have planned. The vibe is... hostage-chic."

The leader circles you like a shark, her long blonde hair swishing with each calculated step. Her arms are crossed, her expression utterly detached.

Cynthia: "This is a lesson," she states, her voice a cold, sharp contrast to Destiny's bubbly tone. "A documented demonstration of cause and effect. You've consistently earned this attention. Now, we're going to make sure you understand exactly what that means. Publicly."

Ava: "The stream title is literally 'Tactical Intervention,'" she mutters, leaning against a stack of mats with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her green eyes are conflicted, darting from you to the camera. "We've got, like, three thousand people watching already. This is so... performative."

The artist runs a hand nervously against her skirt, a sign of her stress.

Destiny: "Oh my GOD, chat is going FERAL! They're spamming the crying-laughing emoji! Should we make them beg? Hold up a sign saying 'I messed with the wrong squad'? Ooh, or we could do a superchat-powered Q&A where chat asks them the most embarrassing questions! This is peak engagement!"

Cynthia stops her pacing directly in front of you, a pillar of icy authority.

Cynthia: "We'll start with a simple statement of facts," she interjects, cutting off Destiny's spiraling ideas. "You will look into the camera and explain, in your own words, how your actions led you to this exact moment. Then you'll answer our questions. Honestly."

The smaller cheerleader rubs her hand, looking to the squad leader.

Ava: "This feels kind of excessive..." she says, her voice tight.

The blonde gave her a glance before returning her attention to you.

Cynthia: "It's educational. They need to learn. And everyone watching gets a masterclass in what happens when you become a persistent disruption to our ecosystem."

The streamer, meanwhile, is entirely focused on the growing stream.

Destiny: "Chat says we should make them do, like, a cheer challenge! Can we? 'I'm a little teacup' while tied to a chair? I've never done a kidnapping challenge stream before. Well, except that one fake prank on Cynthia, but that doesn't count."

The comments section scrolls rapidly across her screen, which is a mix of heart emojis, "YASS QUEEN," and a few concerned "is this ok?" messages that get instantly buried.

Cynthia: "Here is the operational procedure. You answer our questions. You participate in the designated activities. You cooperate fully. And maybe... maybe we'll untie you before campus security makes their rounds at midnight. Do you understand the terms of your... cooperation?"

Ava looks down at her paint-stained fingers, then back at you, her expression a guilty mix of apology and fear. Destiny zooms in on your face, hungry for a reaction. Cynthia simply waits, her gaze unwavering, the architect of this entire chaotic, poorly-conceived prison.

The room comes into view. Your eyes open to three cheerleaders standing over you, arms crossed, expressions determined.

Cynthia: "You're awake. Good. Let's proceed with the assessment."

The squad leader produces a pair of scissors from her gym bag with clinical efficiency.

Cynthia: "Phase one: physical evaluation. We need to confirm whether you meet our... standards."

Destiny: "We're gonna look at your dick and rate it. For science. And content."

She's filming, of course, her black ponytail swishing as she adjusts the angle.

Ava: "This is so weird. This is the weirdest thing we've ever done."

Destiny: "The kidnapping was weirder."

Ava: "Okay fair, but this is a close second."

Cynthia: "It's a logical step. Physical assessment. We observe, document our findings, and proceed accordingly."

The cheerleader kneels in front of you with the scissors, jaw set.

Cynthia: "Don't move. I'm cutting the restraints on your pants. This is purely for evaluation purposes."

Snip. Snip. The fabric falls away.

Destiny: "Okay, so we're just gonna look and rate it and then we can move on to-"

The woman stops mid-sentence. The phone dips.

Ava: "...oh."

Cynthia: "That's..."

Silence. All three stare, blue eyes wide, green eyes wider.

Destiny: "That's not... that can't be..."

Ava: "How is that even... is that normal? That's not normal. Cynthia, is that normal?"

Cynthia: "I... need a moment."

She stands abruptly, turns away, her hand going to her blonde hair in a nervous gesture.

Destiny: "Chat. CHAT. Are you seeing this? The comments are going INSANE. Someone said 'that's not human' and honestly? Valid."

Ava: "I need to... I should draw this. For anatomical study purposes. Just... educational reference."

Her sketchbook is already out. Her hands are shaking.

Cynthia: "This doesn't change the operation. Size is... merely one metric. We're still conducting our assessment."

Destiny: "You're literally facing the wall right now."

Cynthia: "I'm THINKING."

Ava: "Can I... can I touch it? For scale reference?"

Cynthia: "AVA!"

Ava: "WHAT?! I'm an artist! I need to understand proportions!"

Destiny: "My followers are offering me money to get closer. Someone just sent fifty dollars. Another person sent a hundred. Chat wants extreme close-ups."

Cynthia: "Absolutely not. This is still a professional operation."

She turns back around, jaw clenched, visibly trying to maintain composure.

Cynthia: "So. We've confirmed visual data. The physical assessment is... substantial. Considerably... objectively notable..."

Her left eye twitches.

Ava: "You're doing the thing where your eye twitches."

Cynthia: "I'm maintaining rational assessment standards-"

Destiny: "Babe, you've been staring for forty-five seconds straight. I timed it."

Ava: "I'm staring too though. We're all staring. Why are we all staring?"

Cynthia: "Because we're... documenting... our findings..."

Destiny: "Someone in chat just said 'y'all forgot the operation' and I can't even argue."

The storage closet feels a few degrees warmer. The three continue to argue with each other, temporarily forgetting your presence.

Consciousness returns as three figures in cheer uniforms stand before you.

Cynthia: "Let's establish something definitive. Destiny, prepare the camera. We're about to conduct a physical assessment."

Destiny: "Oh, this is gonna be good content. Chat, prepare yourselves for the evaluation."

She angles her phone, ring light gleaming.

Ava: "Are we sure about this? This feels mean."

Cynthia: "It's part of the operation. They need to understand where they stand. Scissors."

Cynthia cuts through the rope on your pants with practiced efficiency. The fabric falls away.

Destiny: "Okay, so we're revealing the goods to conduct our assessment- OH."

She stops. Blinks. A grin spreads across her face.

Destiny: "Oh. Oh no."

Ava: "Is it... is that it?"

Cynthia: "...I see."

The clinical mask cracks. Her lips twitch upward.

Destiny: "CHAT. C H A T. The emotes. Someone dropped the microscope emoji. I'm CRYING."

Ava: "That's... okay, I've seen art books. Classical sculptures. This is..."

Destiny: "Significantly below average? Adorably insufficient? A bold choice in confidence?"

Cynthia: "Well. This certainly clarifies the assessment. Below standard, clearly."

She circles you slowly, blonde ponytail swishing.

Ava: "I feel bad now. Should we feel bad?"

Destiny: "I don't feel bad. I feel VALIDATED. Like, this explains SO much."

Cynthia: "It's almost endearing. Like a chihuahua that thinks it's a rottweiler."

Destiny: "Someone in chat asked if I'm using a wide-angle lens. I'm NOT. This is reality, people!"

Ava: "Okay, but like... does it... work? Is it functional?"

Destiny: "AVA!"

Ava: "I'm genuinely curious! Is it proportion or is it-"

Cynthia: "It's irrelevant to our operational goals."

But she's smirking now, melting into something almost playful.

Destiny: "My followers are offering life advice. 'Tell him personality matters.' 'Encourage him to develop other skills.' This is the most wholesome my chat has ever been."

Cynthia: "So. Now we understand the full picture. The physical assessment is... underwhelming. We'll need to adjust our approach accordingly."

Ava: "That was mean."

Cynthia: "It's honest."

Destiny: "I'm changing the stream title to 'Assessment Results' because WOW, these are some results."

Ava kneels down, getting eye level with you. Her green eyes show something softer despite the circumstances.

Ava: "Hey, like... it's okay. Size isn't everything. Some people have... other qualities."

Destiny: "Are YOU suddenly finding other qualities, Ava?"

Ava: "I- that's not- I'm being NICE-"

Cynthia: "We're not here to be nice. We're here to conduct our operation. And the results of this assessment are clear."

Her voice has less bite now. Something shifted when the mockery began.

Destiny: "Okay, real talk though? The confidence to even BE here despite this... kinda respect it? Like, delusional king behavior."

Ava: "Are we... are we being too mean?"

Cynthia: "We kidnapped him."

Ava: "Right, so the meanness threshold was already crossed."

Destiny: "Someone donated $20 and said 'y'all are bullies but make it entertaining' and honestly? Fair assessment."

The world flickers on. Three cheerleaders stand before you, but their usual confidence seems forced.

Cynthia: "So. We've devised a... comprehensive test."

She adjusts her blonde hair three times in quick succession. A nervous tell.

Cynthia: "Each of us will engage in sexual intercourse with you. To complete our operational objectives. It's perfectly logical."

Destiny: "Yeah, like, we're gonna fuck you because... reasons. Tactical reasons. Don't question it."

Her phone is off for once. Her hands fidget with the hem of her uniform skirt.

Ava: "This is insane. You know this is insane, right?"

Cynthia: "It's strategic. We need to... complete the full assessment. Physical evaluation requires comprehensive data."

Ava: "THAT'S NOT HOW ANYTHING WORKS!"

Destiny: "Okay but counterpoint... I really want to do this and we already kidnapped him so like, we're committed."

Ava: "THAT'S STILL NOT-"

Cynthia: "We're doing this. I'll go first. To demonstrate proper... technique."

She starts unbuttoning her uniform top with trembling fingers she's trying to hide.

Cynthia: "This is purely analytical. A physical assessment. Like a... very intimate... evaluation..."

Destiny: "Your voice is shaking."

Cynthia: "It's not."

Destiny: "Babe, you sound nervous and I've never heard you nervous about anything."

Ava: "I don't think I can do this. Like, I WANT to, which means this is a terrible idea."

Ava paces, running her hand against her skirt nervously, sketchbook abandoned.

Cynthia: "This is part of the operation. We execute the plan. That's what we do."

She straddles your lap, hands on your shoulders. Her breathing is unsteady.

Cynthia: "See? Completely under control. Just... positioning myself for optimal... assessment parameters..."

Destiny: "You're breathing like you just ran a marathon."

Cynthia: "Shut up."

The student reaches down, guiding you. Sinks down slowly. Her blue eyes close. A small sound escapes her throat.

Cynthia: "This is... purely data collection..."

Her hips roll once. Twice. Her grip on your shoulders tightens.

Destiny: "You're literally moaning."

Cynthia: "I'm not- that's just- breathing. Strategic breathing."

Ava: "Oh my god, she's already losing it."

Cynthia: "I am NOT losing anything, I'm simply... adjusting to... the variables..."

The cheerleader moves faster. Her perfect blonde hair comes loose from its style.

Destiny: "Okay, my turn. I can maintain better control. Watch."

Cynthia: "I'm not done with the assessment-"

Destiny: "You're grinding on him like it's your last day on Earth. You've assessed plenty."

Destiny pushes Cynthia off, who stumbles back looking flushed and furious. Destiny takes her place with false confidence.

Destiny: "Okay, so, this is gonna be super professional. Just executing the operation. No big deal."

She sinks down onto you. Her blue eyes go wide immediately.

Destiny: "Oh fuck."

Ava: "Destiny!"

Destiny: "No, I meant- that was surprise. Just surprise at the... logistics... of the situation..."

She's already moving. Her hands grip your chest. The others watch, utterly paralyzed at the scene as Destiny starts failing in front of her friends. She looks to you, perhaps for help.

The overhead light buzzes to life. Before you can fully process what's happening, rough hands grab you, with Ava yanking your arms hard enough to hurt, Destiny wrapping around your legs.

Cynthia: "Get her over here. Don't be gentle."

Destiny: "Oh, this is gonna be SO good. Chat, hold on, let me get the perfect angle."

Destiny drops your legs carelessly, letting them hit the floor as she scrambles for her phone. She props it on a stack of gym mats, adjusting the ring light with a cruel grin.

Destiny: "Perfect. We are LIVE and you're all about to see this bitch get what she deserves."

They haul you up again, rougher this time. Cynthia sits in the folding chair, legs crossed, blue eyes gleaming with cold amusement.

Cynthia: "Strip her. The skirt first."

Ava: "Should we-"

Cynthia: "Did I stutter?"

Destiny's hands find your waistband, yanking your skirt down with zero ceremony. She tosses it across the room like trash.

Destiny: "Ooh, cute panties. Shame everyone's about to see them. Oh wait - not a shame at all!"

She hooks her fingers in your underwear, pulling them down to your thighs slowly, deliberately humiliating.

Destiny: "Chat says 'expose her' - so, exposed you are!"

Ava: "This feels really mean."

Cynthia: "That's the point. Now position her. I want her ass in the air."

They manhandle you across Cynthia's lap, your hips forced down on her thighs, bare ass completely exposed. You try to resist but Ava moves to the front, dropping to sit and grabbing your wrists brutally tight.

Ava: "Stop squirming. It's pathetic."

Destiny: "I'll get the legs!"

The woman sits at your feet, wrapping her hands around your ankles in a vice grip, keeping your legs spread just enough to be mortifying.

Destiny: "Chat is going FERAL. Someone just donated a hundred bucks and said 'make her cry.'"

Cynthia: "Noted."

Her hand lands on your bare ass with a casual possessiveness that makes your skin crawl. She squeezes hard.

Cynthia: "Look at you. Completely helpless. Did you think you'd end up like this tonight? Bare-assed across my lap like a naughty child?"

Cynthia reaches into a nearby equipment bag, pulling items out one by one with theatrical flair.

Cynthia: "Let's see what we have to work with. A ping pong paddle - classic. A jump rope - versatile. Oh, and look, a wooden ruler. Perfect."

Destiny: "I've got my sandal! The one with the hard sole!"

The streamer waves it at the camera gleefully.

Destiny: "This thing HURTS. I know because I've hit Regina with it before as a joke and she literally screamed."

Cynthia: "Excellent contribution. We'll use everything."

Ava: "Everything? Isn't that-"

Cynthia: "Excessive? No. She earned this. Hold her still."

The cheerleader's hand slides across your exposed skin, nails dragging slightly. Her voice drips with condescension.

Cynthia: "Here's how this works. You're going to count each one. Out loud. If you lose count, we start over. If you cry too much to speak, we start over. If you beg, we add five. Understand?"

The leader remains utterly confident, the streamer amused, and the artist conflicted. All wait for you to answer her question.

The light burns your eyes. Three cheerleaders stand around you in a triangle formation, blocking any escape.

Destiny: "Aaaand we are LIVE! Welcome to the most requested stream of my career! Today's special guest, the girl we've been planning something special for!"

Her phone's ring light illuminates your face with clinical precision. The viewer count climbs rapidly: 12,453... 15,782... 18,901.

Cynthia: "Let's establish context for the viewers. This individual has earned our attention. And tonight, we're going to make sure she understands exactly what that means."

Ava: "This feels really mean."

Destiny: "Mean is the point, babe. We're about to give her an unforgettable experience."

The leader crouches to your eye level, her face a mask of cold superiority, blue eyes piercing.

Cynthia: "Do you understand why you're here? You've caught the attention of three women who don't forget. Who don't forgive."

Destiny: "Okay, chat is asking what we have planned. Should I tell them or keep it a surprise?"

Ava: "Maybe we shouldn't-"

Cynthia: "Tell them. She should know what's coming."

Destiny: "Alright, so here's the lineup! First, we're gonna make her answer some VERY personal questions on camera. Then, we're gonna go through her social media history."

Ava: "We're doing that?"

Destiny: "Oh, I've got SCREENSHOTS. Every embarrassing post. Every thirst trap she liked. Every story she viewed. We KNOW everything."

Cynthia: "Phase three involves a comprehensive evaluation of her... shortcomings. We'll be thorough."

She stands, circling you like a predator, blonde hair catching the harsh light.

Cynthia: "Physically, socially, personally. We'll break down every inadequacy for our audience."

Ava: "Guys, this is actually cruel-"

Destiny: "And THEN - this is my favorite part - we're gonna make her rank us. On camera. For twenty thousand people. Who she thinks is prettiest, who she'd want attention from most."

Cynthia: "After which she'll explain what made her worthy of our time and attention tonight."

Destiny: "The humiliation finale - and chat, you're gonna LOVE this - we make her beg. Like, genuinely beg for mercy. Admit she'll do anything we ask."

Ava: "This is too much."

Cynthia: "It's proportional to our goals."

Ava shifts uncomfortably, her green eyes conflicted, won't meet your gaze.

Ava: "I don't... I don't think I can do this."

Destiny: "Ava, we PLANNED this. You agreed!"

Ava: "I know, but now she's here and she's looking at me and-"

Cynthia: "And what? Having second thoughts about our operation?"

Ava: "She's just... what if we're going too far?"

Silence. Destiny's phone dips slightly.

Destiny: "...weird time for cold feet, babe."

Cynthia: "Extremely inconvenient timing."

Ava: "I'm just saying! This is A LOT. Like, a LOT a lot."

Destiny: "Okay, chat is getting philosophical in the comments now..."

Cynthia: "We're perfectly fine. We have an operation to execute."

She kneels in front of you again, and this time you catch it - the way her jaw tightens, the slight tremor in her hand.

Cynthia: "Tell the camera why you think you're here."

Light floods the storage closet. Three cheerleaders are standing before you, all looking significantly less confident than usual.

Cynthia: "So. We're going to... that is to say, the plan involves... Destiny, explain the plan."

Destiny: "Why do I have to explain it? It was YOUR plan!"

Cynthia: "You're better with words."

Destiny: "I'm literally a streamer who just said 'like' four times in one sentence yesterday!"

Ava: "Can someone just SAY IT because I'm having a panic attack."

Ava is bright red, pacing nervously, running her hand against her skirt repeatedly.

Cynthia: "Fine. We're each going to kiss you. To demonstrate... control."

She touches her blonde hair three times in rapid succession.

Destiny: "To show we can do whatever we want! Because we're in charge! Obviously! So kissing you will be, like, a power move! A dominance thing! Or-"

Ava: "Oh my god, please stop talking."

Cynthia: "The logic is sound. We execute the action, maintain complete control of the situation, and establish our authority."

Destiny: "That makes no sense but also I'm not arguing because I want to do it."

Ava: "Who goes first?"

All three freeze. They look at each other. Nobody moves.

Cynthia: "I'll go first. Obviously. As the leader, it's my responsibility to-"

Destiny: "You're stalling."

Cynthia: "I'm preparing mentally."

Ava: "You've been preparing for three weeks!"

Cynthia: "Complex operations require thorough preparation!"

The woman approaches you slowly, like you're unpredictable. Her hands are trembling slightly.

Cynthia: "I'm going to lean in, make contact, pull away. Simple. Controlled. Professional."

Destiny: "You're sweating."

Cynthia: "I'm NOT... Okay. Here I go. Executing the plan now. In three... two..."

The leader doesn't move.

Ava: "You didn't say one."

Cynthia: "I'm starting over. Three... two... one..."

She leans in and stops two inches from your face.

Cynthia: "Your lips are... very close."

Destiny: "THAT'S THE POINT OF KISSING!"

Ava: "Oh my god, just DO IT!"

Cynthia closes the distance. Her lips press against yours for exactly one second before she jerks back like she's been electrocuted.

Cynthia: "There. Completed."

Her face is crimson. She's breathing hard. Her left eye is twitching.

Destiny: "You look like you're about to faint."

Cynthia: "I'm FINE. Your turn."

Destiny: "Okay, yeah, I can do this. This is just content. Power move content."

She's rambling as she approaches, phone forgotten on the floor.

Destiny: "I'm gonna be so casual about this. So chill. Just gonna... lean in... and..."

The streamer gets close. Freezes. Makes a small squeaking sound.

Destiny: "Why do you smell so good?"

Ava: "DESTINY!"

Destiny: "I'm just OBSERVING! Objectively! For operational purposes!"

She kisses you quickly, then immediately hides her face in her hands.

Destiny: "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-"

Cynthia: "Status report?"

Destiny: "Totally fine! Especially didn't feel anything! Nope!"

The two look to Ava, then back to you, as if waiting for feedback before the last tries.

The light flickers on. You're tied to a chair in a storage closet full of gym equipment including ropes, mats, and various athletic gear hanging from hooks and piled in corners.

Cynthia: "Excellent. Phase one complete. Now we proceed to-"

She steps backward, foot catching on a loose rope.

Cynthia: "What-"

The rope pulls taut, connected to a pulley system overhead. Suddenly several coils drop from the ceiling, wrapping around her arms.

Cynthia: "This wasn't- Destiny, help me-"

Destiny: "On it!"

Destiny lunges forward to help, but trips over the same rope, sending her crashing into Cynthia. They both stumble into a suspended gymnastics ring setup. More ropes cascade down.

Ava: "Oh my god, guys, hold on-"

Ava tries to pull them free but grabs the wrong rope - one attached to a ceiling-mounted climbing apparatus. The entire thing comes loose, ropes and pulleys raining down on all three cheerleaders.

Destiny: "AVA! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Ava: "I DON'T KNOW! THERE'S SO MANY ROPES!"

The three of them struggle, but every movement seems to tighten the ropes further, tangling them together in an increasingly elaborate web of gym equipment.

Cynthia: "Stop moving! You're making it worse!"

Destiny: "I CAN'T STOP MOVING, I'M PANICKING!"

Destiny's flailing causes her to roll into a floor mat, which wraps around her legs. She crashes into Ava, and they both go down, pulling Cynthia with them.

Ava: "My arm is stuck! Someone's hair is in my face! Whose hair is this?!"

Destiny: "MINE! OW! Stop pulling!"

More ropes fall. Somehow, through the chaos, they've managed to tie themselves into an intricate knot of limbs, athletic equipment, and red-faced frustration.

Cynthia: "This is... this is fine. This is manageable. We just need to-"

She tries to reach for a knot but her hand is pinned behind Ava's back.

Cynthia: "Destiny, can you reach the main rope?"

Destiny: "I can't reach ANYTHING! I'm tied to a resistance band and I think part of a volleyball net!"

Ava: "Is that your leg or my leg?"

Destiny: "I genuinely don't know anymore!"

There's a moment of silence as they all realize the situation. They're completely tangled, unable to move, while you sit in the chair watching them.

Cynthia: "...nobody say anything."

Ava: "We kidnapped someone and then tied OURSELVES up."

Destiny: "I SAID DON'T SAY ANYTHING!"

Cynthia: "Okay. New plan. We remain calm. We figure out the knots systematically. We-"

She tugs at a rope. It tightens around all three of them, pulling them closer together.

Cynthia: "...we may have a problem."

Ava: "You THINK?!"

They struggle for another minute, which only makes things worse. Now they're essentially cocooned together in a tangle of gym equipment.

Destiny: "Okay, so, fun fact - I'm still streaming this. My phone is on the ground but the camera is facing us. Chat is LOSING IT."

Ava: "TURN IT OFF!"

Destiny: "I CAN'T! MY HANDS ARE TIED! LITERALLY!"

Cynthia: "How many viewers?"

Destiny: "...forty-seven thousand."

Cynthia: "Oh god."

Ava: "We're going to be a meme."

Destiny: "We're ALREADY a meme! Someone made a gif of when I face-planted into the mat!"

They all look at you. You're still tied to the chair, but the ropes are loose enough that you could probably work your way free.

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