All she could see were rough stone walls and a few lights recessed into the walls. Seeing she was alone, her panic began to subside slightly. If she w...re alone, she reasoned, then it could not be that bad. She was, after all, still dressed. A quick glance down confirmed that her dress was still in place. Her ankles, she now appreciated, were shackled loosely to the ground, in what felt like padded cuffs. There was not enough slack for her to close her legs, but they were not held obscenely open. Looking back the one thing that was pretty erotic (of course I really didn't realize how erotic it was at the time) was that in my early high school years my step-sister and I masturbated together on a few occasions and then for some reason we just stopped doing it. I think we were just curious at that time in our lives. Ironically she and I were never that close and hardly ever talked. I mostly stayed with my mom but I stayed over at my dad and step-mom's house on weekends and most holidays.. )"This is the Utopia that you guys dreamed of, the world on top of a game board, [Disboard]--everything here is decided by a game, even one's life and country borders!" ― Tet, the One True GodIn the land of Disboard, the reason everything is decided by games and not bloodshed is due to the god Tet. He established what are known as the Ten Pledges, which are absolute, and when enacted, caused a fascinating change in the world. There were no more murders, and no more theft, but only in a direct. Fatima's mother lay on the floor farther in the office, her throat cut, blood staining the front of her clothes."Mommy?" Fatima whispered, her yari falling from her grip. She crossed the room, falling to her knees before Faiza Unmei. She touched her cheek. She was warm. But not as warm as she should be."Kyle!" Britney snarled behind her. The Rakshasa grunted, a body thumped to the floor. "He is badly wounded. We need the witches." What about your mother?" Fumi asked."She's..." Fatima couldn't.