Your move

There I sat, giddily waiting. Poor Kyutee couldn't even see my giddy glint with her eyes now covered up in the beauty gloop. Oh, poor you. I don't feel bad in the slightest. You did this to yourself, and now I'm going to abuse your ego.

But then, much to my horror, the octo-bot began sucking off the gloop! It hadn't even been an hour, much less 15 minutes! And once again, I was faced with the now more radiant smirking face of that bitch, Kyutee. Even though she's completely bald, her smugness remains in all it's sadistic glory.

"Whoops, forgot to mention you only gotta sit in the beauty gloop for 10 minutes, but I kept ya all creamed up for well over an hour and a half. Sorry to disappoint, you must have been looking forward to an hour and a half of a beauty creamy me stomping on your mouth, but you only got 10 minutes. My deepest apologies for this miscommunication, madam," Kyutee mockingly smiled as she was oiled up.

Bitch knew EXACTLY what she was doing; pissing me off!

Once her makeover was done, she fake-cried at her bald self in the mirror for a bit, before finally taking her foot off my mouth and strolling around the room.

"Bob, bring down the mummy wrapper."

Bob, however, refused to move, shooting a disgusted glare at Kyutee.

"Bobalalalababa Jones, that's an order!"

"Ĉu vi ne kuraĝu alparoli min per mia nomo aŭ ordigi min ĉirkaŭe, kalva rubo [Don't you dare address me by my name or order me around, bald trash]," Bob glared, pure venom oozing from his voice.

Whoa... That bit about bald symbolizing the lowest of social classes in her culture... She said she was a princess, and she just nerfed herself like that? If she wasn't my sworn enemy, I might feel bad for her. Then again, no I wouldn't cuz she did it all with a smile on her face. Reap what ya sow, baldie!

In that instant, Kyutee rushed Bob and grabbed him by the scuff of his neck, and proceeded to acquaint his face with the sole of her sneaker, in the form of a violent kick. Black liquid streamed down Bob's face, increasing with every kick and punch Kyutee gave him.

Eventually she had her fill and the bloody Bob was thrown before me.

"Now, will you obey my orders!?" Kyute glared as she stomped down on Bob's crotch.

Bob let out a pained yelp, but still had the guts to say, "F*ck you bald trash."

Albeit, he said it with tears streaming down his face. Are those aliens hardwired to hate bald people even if they don't want to, or is his hatred of them just that strong. But wait, he was working with Joel, and Joel's bald. Kyutee killed him... Ugh, why am I thinking about this!?"

"Bob, if you don't obey my order, which you could CLEARLY understand, I'll kill you and shave your corpse bald."

"Ngh, never will I obey-"

"Then I'll shave you bald and walk you around like a dog before killing you."

"A- As you wish, Madam Kyutee."

Uh, what's he saying yes to? Her order or to becoming her slave? Guess it turned out to be the former as he was released and immediately retreated to the ship.

"Mmph ngh mmph mmph ngh mmph ngh [And if he takes off without you]?" I asked.

I guess Kyutee understood me somewhat as she revealed that thanks to her order, all the robots, computers, and AI under her control would follow her orders without question, so if Bob tried to run away, the computer would shave him bald and dump him in a ditch naked.

"Oh, and are you wondering about Joel? Well, it's true baldness is a symbol of degradation in Leeannan culture, but we only discriminate fully if there's truly no hair. Joel still had a mustache and eyelashes, that means we only half or two thirds discriminate against him."

Wasn't asking for that, but sounds messed up. Guess that explains why Bob started treating her like trash.

"And for all my followers still watching, as per order 6,033 I just listed, you refuse to follow an order you understand, and I know you understand, or you break order 1, I can kill, torture, and do whatever I want with you at my discretion, so don't be bitches just cuz I'm bald now. And if you want to join me in baldness, please just say so. I'll honor that request in a jiffy!"

And of course she says it with a cutesy smile on her face.

A second later, a mummy wrapping device straight out of a Japanese game show descended from the saucer. A tractor beam then encased me, immobilizing me as it undid my restraints and fastened me to the new ones of the mummy machine.

Mmph, ngh ngh! Ngh mmph ngh mmph [Oh come on! Stop tying me up]!"

"Sorry, couldn't quite understand that. Could ya repeat it?" Kyutee smirked.

I shot her a glare. I'm not embarrassing myself by gag-talking anymore!

"I'm being serious. Now once more, repeat that line," Kyutee glared as she whipped out the syringe case from her cleavage.

As Bob suddenly began to protest, Kyutee opened the case, grabbed the remaining syringe, and jabbed it into her lower jaw.

Huh? Wh... What is she doing!?

White neon lines appeared on her cheek along with a white neon lock. Her mouth was then sealed momentarily, all while she moaned, either in genuine discomfort or just for fun.

"Mmph, ngh mmph ngh mmph mmph," she happily moaned as she got in close and pressed her sealed lips against mine.

Before I could protest, a robotic female voice echoed in my head. "Unblock gag-talk between archangel units?"

The f*ck!? Yes?

"Permission granted."

That shit read my thoughts!?

But before I could dwell on that, Kyutee's voice was ringing in my head, loud, clear, and un-gagged.

"Now we can have a private conversation, just you and me. So, got some choice words for me?"

Oh, she can understand me now? In that case...

"F*ck you, I'm going to kill you."

"Still got that spunk. Now let's wrap you up."

The mummy machine whirred to life and within seconds, I was completely wrapped up in bandages, or whatever this bandage-like shit was. A bot similar to the octo-bot from before then descended from the ship, and encased Kyutee in a weird blue cream, covering up her clothes as well.

"And that?"

"Special mummy cream, just for me. Now, let me tell you one final thing; the archangel drug will grant you powers, but only if you can survive until the game's start."

"How long are you gonna "delay" starting this game of yours?"

"No longer, because my first turn is about to end."

The octo-bot then dumped ice cold water on me sending me into a cold shiver. It then latched onto my shoulders and flew off with me, allowing Kyutee to enter the mummy machine and get wrapped up.

"Your move begins when you're all locked up. Do try to survive for the next 13 years."

"'The next 13 years'!?"

But Kyutee didn't elaborate, though I soon got an idea what she meant when the bot reached it's destination, the meat freezer. I was hurled inside, with the bot slamming the door behind me.

"Your move, Cherry Mirkwood," Kyutee thought.

I desperately tried to get up, but once again found myself immobilized. Worse, I was freezing to death, just like that bitch hoped. Dousing me with cold water was pure evil. Now I'm frozen to the ground and slowly freezing over...

Ugh... My senses... Are they making it colder?

No... No...