"You damn-!" Losing her queenly aura and lashing out with slurs of crude invective, Celes snapped her eyes to where she thought the bear was (the darkness concealing his small form) shouting with now bloodshot eyes, some of that redness from some restrained tears, but the Queen of Liars would never admit something like that.T
"Now, now; if you're going to act like that, perhaps I should call you Yashuhiro."
Celes froze up upon hearing her real name being called out to her by Monokuma, herself considering the best course of action after losing her temper in such a way. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment, she attempted to return the royal air to herself, removing any chance the bear had to taunt her wit that boring name. …show more content…
Or do I have to reveal your name when those cameras begin to roll?" The bear's mention of those cameras pointed squarely on her bound and disheveled form was enough to get the dreaded words from Celes' lips. She could not, under any circumstances, let that side of her; that bland and uninteresting person be seen. She was Celestia Ludenberg, Queen of Liars; and no one else.
Swallowing her pride, Celes said the word she never dreamed she would have to say. …show more content…
Even if she could manage to reach her cards like this, suspended and restrained, she wouldn't be able to even attempt to do anything; the resulting pain would be too much, as if it wasn't already.
"You can, and will." The glowing eye of despair shined in warning of the bear's next move.
The quiet noise of the cards abruptly was a omen to the bear's quiet rage at the gambler girl's constant defiance.
"I guess I'll have to show you I'm being serious now." The goofy, squeaky voice of Monokuma was gone; replaced by a vicious growl-like voice of fiery temper.
Ccllicckkkkkk
One massive twist of the crank.
One hellish jolt of the rope.
One high-pitched, girly gasp from the Queen of Liars.
With that rare and feminine squeal elicited from Celes, she was slowly being let down from her painful suspension with a chorus of popping threads. The damage had been done to her underwear, the fabric had given under the over-taxation from being caught between Celes' legs and pulled up and away by its own coiling.
It was quite surprising that those expensive designer panties lasted as long as they did, but for all their exquisite style and fanciness, they were nothing but a mangled mess of white lace and black
"Now, now; if you're going to act like that, perhaps I should call you Yashuhiro."
Celes froze up upon hearing her real name being called out to her by Monokuma, herself considering the best course of action after losing her temper in such a way. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment, she attempted to return the royal air to herself, removing any chance the bear had to taunt her wit that boring name. …show more content…
Or do I have to reveal your name when those cameras begin to roll?" The bear's mention of those cameras pointed squarely on her bound and disheveled form was enough to get the dreaded words from Celes' lips. She could not, under any circumstances, let that side of her; that bland and uninteresting person be seen. She was Celestia Ludenberg, Queen of Liars; and no one else.
Swallowing her pride, Celes said the word she never dreamed she would have to say. …show more content…
Even if she could manage to reach her cards like this, suspended and restrained, she wouldn't be able to even attempt to do anything; the resulting pain would be too much, as if it wasn't already.
"You can, and will." The glowing eye of despair shined in warning of the bear's next move.
The quiet noise of the cards abruptly was a omen to the bear's quiet rage at the gambler girl's constant defiance.
"I guess I'll have to show you I'm being serious now." The goofy, squeaky voice of Monokuma was gone; replaced by a vicious growl-like voice of fiery temper.
Ccllicckkkkkk
One massive twist of the crank.
One hellish jolt of the rope.
One high-pitched, girly gasp from the Queen of Liars.
With that rare and feminine squeal elicited from Celes, she was slowly being let down from her painful suspension with a chorus of popping threads. The damage had been done to her underwear, the fabric had given under the over-taxation from being caught between Celes' legs and pulled up and away by its own coiling.
It was quite surprising that those expensive designer panties lasted as long as they did, but for all their exquisite style and fanciness, they were nothing but a mangled mess of white lace and black