JALAPENO - HOLLY
Ah yes, capsaicin - the kind chemical warfare agent that decides to leave its mark by pretending it’s liquid hellfire. It burns like someone replaced your nerve endings with a blowtorch, and even after 20 minutes of wailing like a banshee in a snowstorm (which, by the way, didn’t help at all), you’re still left wondering if this is what the inside of a volcano feels like. Holly, bless her heart, had a brief encounter with capsaicin once before and learned the hard way that safe words and cold showers are basically just Band-Aids on a gaping wound. So naturally, she thought, Why not do it again - but this time, make sure I can’t escape? First, she shackled herself like a medieval prisoner who’s really committed to their sentence. Then, with the enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t yet realized they’re about to regret everything, she blended peppers that could probably dissolve steel into a pulp so potent it made her eyes water just by looking at it. Then the real fun began! She slathered this wonderful concoction on her stomach like it was some fancy spa treatment (spoiler: it wasn’t), and with her last shred of free will, she rubbed it into places that would later make her question every life decision she’s ever made. And just as the pain started to kick in - because of course it did - she panicked and locked herself down tighter than Fort Knox. The keys? Oh, they were placed conveniently far away, because why give her an easy out when you can make her suffer for sport? So there she was: chained, burning, and completely at the mercy of her own terrible ideas. And you know what? She loved it. Enjoy the show!
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