>>28805590From the other thread, with some additions.
You stormed Team Magma's hideout. The grunts were no match for your pokemon you confidently dispatched their own with ease. However, that confidence would be your undoing as you never thought to stock up on potions. The battles began taking a toll on your pokemon, but you were too caught up in the moment to notice. Upon reaching Admin Courtney, your mons were exhausted, but you were cocky and pushed them too hard. Courtney stayed cool and collected as always and had healthy. Ultimately you lost the battle against Courtney, the last thing you remember seeing was her smug smirk. Now you find yourself locked in a room (presumably her room) while naked except for your underwear. Your hands are behind your back and handcuffed to a metal post leaving you immobilized, shackles around your ankles similar to the ones used in prison chain gangs also hinder whatever movements you could make, a dog collar is fastened around your neck with a long iron chain leading all the way to the foot of Courtney's couch. Courtney sits with her legs crossed at the knee, coldly staring daggers at you, her expression indicates disgust and indifference to your well being but there is also a gleam of amusement in her eyes that is most likely the reason for why she hasn't just killed you. She then uncrosses her legs and begins walking towards you, her boot softly falling on the carpet. Seeing the look of fear upon your face, Courtney decides to make her steps even slower to prolong your agony. You're too afraid to look up directly at her so you watch her red boots finally stop in front of you.
