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Win the match and send her off


"Say you forfeit to me." You call out to the busty Muslim chick, your mind control snaking throughout her body, urging her to call it quits to you.

Violet Myers nods her head, cementing her loss in stone. Her words truly handed over the win to you. "Yes sir. I forfeit. Teachers, professors I admit defeat at {mc} hands." With her statements, the cold bitter hard-hitting air disappears into thin air. The sprinkles of snowflakes equally fracture away.

A staircase opens through the ground, and you walk down into it with Violet behind you. You follow the stone sleek steps toward a door. You grip the handle wondering if this will lead to your last match of the day. However, when you twist the door handle, you see two of your teachers.

Ms. Love and Mr. Tatum looking at you. You wonder why they are here waiting for you guys. The older cougar looking at your mind-control victim. She makes eyes at you, telling you to cut it off. You do as she wishes. You close your eyes thinking about cutting through thick wires, to bring Violet back to the presents.

Violet soon snaps out of your power. A confused embarrassed look fell upon her face before she begins to reclaim her confidence. She looks over at you. Her voice rages hard as Ms. Love prevents her from attacking with a lone hand gripping her shoulder. "Calm down."

"How can I calm down? This asshole fucking, fucking..." Her mind tried to come up with how you easily stopped her ongoing attack.

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