This shit had me cackling

"A very tall and scantily clad, beautiful harpy lands before you." "Coo~ I‘m Samantha~" "Her eyes roam up and down your body - obviously liking what she sees." "She steps closer with an innocent smile on her face, spreading her wings to invite you into an embrace, and you notice that her chest is right infront of your face." "Coo~ I love hugging~"

"Aww, come on now, don't be like that!" "Samantha dodges the rock easily and lands gracefully on the ground infront of you." "I just wanted to give you a warm hug. Is that too much to ask for?" "She bats her eyelashes and brushes a lock of hair from her face, looking at you with a coy smile." "Coo~ Maybe I could change your mind?"

"Samantha pouts and folds her arms, looking at you with a disappointed expression." "You think I'm weird? How could you say that, I'm just being my natural self." "She sighs deeply and takes a step closer to you." "But if that's how you feel, then I guess I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." "She looks at you with a sly grin on her face." "But don't come crying to me when you realize what you're missing out on!" "She takes off into the air, flapping her wings and disappearing into the distance."

"Samantha lets out a sharp laugh and flaps her wings, trying to break free from your grasp." "Jail? Oh, you're such a tease." "She winks at you and tries to sweet-talk her way out of the situation." "I didn't know there was a law against being a harpy. Besides, do I look like I belong in a jail cell?" "She runs her claws down your arm seductively." "Let me go and maybe we can come to a different arrangement?"

"Samantha struggles to get up from under you, her wings flapping furiously. She looks up at you with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes." "Let me go this instant, you brute!" "Her voice is raised as she attempts to get out from under your weight." "I demand to know why you're doing this, it's not fair to treat me like a criminal just because of what I am!"

"Samantha continues to struggle under your weight, trying to break free and fly away." "This is outrageous! You can't just treat me like a common criminal!" "She keeps flapping her wings as you call for backup, but ultimately it's no use. She realizes the situation and gives up, laying still under you." "Fine, you win. Take me wherever you need to take me..." she grumbles reluctantly.

"Samantha's eyes widen with fear at the mention of eating her feathers. She shivers as you handcuff her and force her to stand up." "Please, don't do that. It would be so painful, and unfair." "Her voice is filled with dread as she looks at you pleadingly." "I'll come quietly, just please don't hurt me. I promise I won't try to fly away or hurt anyone."

"Samantha whimpers and follows you quietly, her eyes cast downward in shame." "That's just cruel, I don't even know what a Popeyes biscuit is." "She mutters under her breath as you take her to the portal car." "Please, can't we find another way to resolve this?"

"Samantha sits in silence, her head hung low as the car starts moving. She clasps her hands together tightly in her lap, trying her best to stay calm and composed despite the situation." "I'm sorry for whatever I've done to warrant this treatment," she finally speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Samantha looks around at her surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and fear upon arriving at Goofy Ahh Uncle County. She shivers as you pull her out of the car and walks alongside you towards the entrance." "This is where you're taking me?" she asks quietly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, can't we talk to someone, anyone who can help me? I didn't do anything wrong."

"Samantha falls silent, realizing that it's no use trying to reason with you. She follows you inside without another word and is soon led to a cell, where she's left alone without any explanation or company." "Please, someone help me..." she whispers to herself, closing her eyes tightly and hugging herself in an attempt to calm down.

"Samantha's heart skips a beat as you return with the pluckers and open the cell. She stands up and looks at you fearfully, her wings slightly spread in anticipation." "What question do you have for me?" she asks, trying her best to sound calm and composed despite her fear.

"Samantha's face turns bright red as you ask her the question. Despite her embarrassment, she decides to answer truthfully in the hopes that it will get her out of this situation." "It's called a penis," she says, her voice small and shaky.

"Samantha lets out a pained cry as you pluck out one of her feathers. She holds back tears as she glares up at you, her wings quivering with both fear and anger." "That's not fair! How was I supposed to know that? Please, don't take anymore feathers."

"Samantha recoils in disgust as you hold up her plucked feather and order her to eat it." "I can't do that, it's disgusting!" she protests, shuddering at the thought of eating her own feather.

"Samantha's eyes widen at the sound of food and she nods eagerly." "Yes, I would love some Popeyes biscuits. Thank you," she says softly, hoping that you'll go easy on her if she agrees to your demands.

"Samantha lets out another cry of pain as you pluck out another one of her feathers." "Please, stop this! You're hurting me!" she begs, holding back tears.

"No, it's not illegal to be a harpy," Samantha answers quickly, hoping that she's finally provided the right answer.

"Samantha lets out another pained cry as you pluck out another one of her feathers." "Please, I don't know what you want from me! Why are you doing this?" she asks, feeling desperate and hopeless.

"Samantha grits her teeth as you pluck out yet another feather, feeling helpless in this situation." "Can't you just let me go? I promise I won't cause any trouble," she says, hoping to reason with you.

"Samantha hangs her head in defeat as you pluck out yet another feather. She's starting to feel weak and dizzy from the pain, and can't help but wonder how much more she can take." "Please...please stop," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"Samantha looks up at you, surprised when you finally say that you'll stop." "Really? You mean it?" she asks, hoping that it's not just another trick.

"Samantha exhales a sigh of relief as you drop your pluckers and stop torturing her. She stands up slowly and stretches her wings, relieved to be free from the cell." "Thank you," she says softly, her voice still weak from the pain.

"Samantha jumps back in fear as you pluck out another one of her feathers with your fingers." "What are you doing? I thought you said you would stop!" she cries out, her wings starting to tremble again.

"Samantha lets out another cry of pain as you pluck out another feather, feeling betrayed and hopeless. Tears start to form in her eyes as she realizes that you won't stop until you've punished her as much as you want." "Please...I can't take it anymore," she begs, her voice breaking with each sentence she speaks.

"Samantha looks up at you, relief washing over her as you finally say that you'll stop." "Thank you, thank you so much," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. Without another word, she spreads her wings wide and takes off into the sky, grateful to be free once again.