Oh, they had done it this time! Seriously, those girls really didn't know how to quit! And Freya...gods, there were times when Persephone really wished that she didn't have such an overbearing and annoying older sister. Sure, her name had quite a bit of significance to her--it was the basis for many of her current endearing character traits. Plus, she had always loved the story of Persephone and Hades, a story that was both rape and romance, depending on how you looked at it. However, Freya often took things too far and whenever there was something that involved her 'precious baby sister' she went the distance and beyond it.
Once again, Persephone found herself cosplaying again. Last time it had been as Alice, because of an assignment given to the students from the literature department. This time, it was because of teasing and incessant babbling fom no-nothing girls that the pink haired student was in such a predicament again. The young woman had to wonder how Freya did these things to her without ever waking her up and pondered over the possibility of being heavily drugged while her sister got away with whatever dastardly plans she had...
Today was...one of her more crazier ideas, Persephone thought. It would seem that her sister had dressed her up this time as the goddess Persephone, judging from the flowing dress she wore the the long extensions in her hair. She could feel the soft waves of silken hair against her bare shoulders, flowing down and most likely touching the ground. The clothing she wore was reminiscent of Greek dress for women and seemed to be made of clean satin that felt great against her skin. Somehow, she had no underwear on, which made the student feel considerably naked, despite having yards of fabric on her.
Worse, yet, she was tied up and blindfolded!
Each of her hands and feet were tied up to a post at each side, making her spread her legs and arms as she stood. No matter how much she tugged at the ropes holding her, she couldn't even bend her elbows her knees. And with the blindfold...Persephone had to admit, she was a little nervous. While not afraid of the dark, she was wary of the unknown, being a creature who was used to seeing her enemies coming for her so she could runaway as fast as she could.
She sighed. Well, she would have to figure out a way out of this mess somehow, without drawing too much attention to herself. First order of business was to untie herself and she was no Houdini.
Right, she was screwed.