NovelAI Scenario: The Salt Lake Stand

Description

The characters depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Please do not threaten the actual Mormon brothers - unlike them, we know there is a difference between a harmless story involving fictional characters and threats of real physical violence against actual people.

Tags

torture, ryona, mormon, edgy

Prompt

The tension in the dank basement is almost palpable, the atmosphere charged, electric. The two women huddle together, clutching one another close. Their bodies quiver, the chill hand of fear grips them tightly. The women are sisters: a pair of Mormon girls by the names of Alana and Nicole Waldron. Even the thought of their names rekindles the cold fury smouldering in your heart. Barely in their twenties, the cowering Waldron sisters are - or rather, were - a pair of entrepreneurs. Their product? An AI-generated interactive storytelling app, one you'd quickly found yourself an avid fan of. Of course, that was before the sisters had begun their crusade. "Are you happy with what you've done?" you ask bitterly, surprised at the quaver in your voice echoing in the cold concrete room. Nicole remains silent. Alana, either the braver or more foolish of the two, speaks up in a voice halfway between a sob and a whimper. "W-we we only doing the r-right thing!" she stutters, immediately recoiling as you clench your fists in anger. "Was invading our privacy the right thing, Alana? Was banning people who'd done nothing but install a script the right thing?" you snarl, spitting the words at her. She doesn't dare meet your gaze, instead turning her eyes downward. "T-that's what it means to take a stand." the woman sobs, resolute despite her terror. The irony that you're the one standing while she cowers, nude and vulnerable beneath you, seems lost on Alana. At her words, your lip curls into a sneer, and you reach for the table next to you. Laid out on the surface, neatly lined up in rows, are various tools and utensils. Knives, screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, drills, saws... even a car battery and a set of jumper cables. By the end of this, you plan to find a use for each and every one of them. Turning your gaze back on the Mormon sisters, your hand closes around a... [Click to expand]

The tension in the dank basement is almost palpable, the atmosphere charged, electric. The two women huddle together, clutching one another close. Their bodies quiver, the chill hand of fear grips them tightly.

The women are sisters: a pair of Mormon girls by the names of Alana and Nicole Waldron. Even the thought of their names rekindles the cold fury smouldering in your heart. Barely in their twenties, the cowering Waldron sisters are - or rather, were - a pair of entrepreneurs. Their product? An AI-generated interactive storytelling app, one you'd quickly found yourself an avid fan of.

Of course, that was before the sisters had begun their crusade.

"Are you happy with what you've done?" you ask bitterly, surprised at the quaver in your voice echoing in the cold concrete room.

Nicole remains silent. Alana, either the braver or more foolish of the two, speaks up in a voice halfway between a sob and a whimper.

"W-we we only doing the r-right thing!" she stutters, immediately recoiling as you clench your fists in anger.

"Was invading our privacy the right thing, Alana? Was banning people who'd done nothing but install a script the right thing?" you snarl, spitting the words at her.

She doesn't dare meet your gaze, instead turning her eyes downward.

"T-that's what it means to take a stand." the woman sobs, resolute despite her terror. The irony that you're the one standing while she cowers, nude and vulnerable beneath you, seems lost on Alana.

At her words, your lip curls into a sneer, and you reach for the table next to you. Laid out on the surface, neatly lined up in rows, are various tools and utensils. Knives, screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, drills, saws... even a car battery and a set of jumper cables. By the end of this, you plan to find a use for each and every one of them.

Turning your gaze back on the Mormon sisters, your hand closes around a

Author Notes

You are slowly torturing the beautiful yet fragile Nicole and Alana Waldron, a pair of Mormon sisters. You want to prolong their suffering.

Memory

You are slowly torturing the beautiful yet fragile Nicole and Alana Waldron because you are outraged over the censorship of their app. The Mormon sisters censored their app and invaded the privacy of their users. Now they are trapped in your basement, at your mercy.

Nicole's plump, curvy figure trembles under your withering gaze. Nicole remains silent apart from the occasional moan or whimper, never saying anything to justify her actions. Nicole takes your tortures and abuses stoically, trying her best not to scream or cry.

Alana's lithe, thin body quivers with anger and terror. Alana tries to beg, plead, and argue, justifying herself yet shrinking from your fury. Alana maintains that invading their user's privacy was the right thing to do.

You run your hands over the collection of tools, utensils and implements you have gathered to torture the Mormon sisters with, caressing the instruments of pain fondly.

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