The silent sounds of metal on metal filled the air… that air which held such an acrid taste it caused the Unlucky Girl's mouth to swell tightly, causing bone to grind into muscle, meat, and more bone. As her eyes hesitantly opened to allow her brain to register what, exactly, was happening (Although she was all the more a fool for wishing to know) the sight that beheld her was none too pleasant.
They were in her room, her safety room… the Filth Room… and yet now even here they had desecrated with their inhuman giggles and that incessant sound! "Poor, filthy Jennifer… no matter how many times you have been helped… it still seems as if you will never learn. Not only that… no, not only that but you have also done a crime in which is unheard of." The Strong-Willed Princess stood tall, and in the stance she took it almost seemed as if the room could barely fit her. The blonde quickly racked her brain as to what she could have possibly done as the red-head walked around her encapsulated body.
A harsh yelp caused the woman to quickly glance away to only just manage to catch a glimpse of her beloved dog getting dragged off into another part of the room, a part that she couldn't quite see, with a coloured trail that seemed far too much like blood to sit well in her heart…. Jennifer's inability to pay attention, however, was soon reacted upon by Diana with a harsh slap and a finger to be viciously thrust in-between her eyes. "It's that filthy mutt you constantly keep beside you! As one of a lower caste, you should know your place." With a curt nod, Amanda approached the two with a scared frown… but all the venomous toxins in the world dripped unforgivingly from her eyes… and in her hands was held the rat-stick.
"Filthy Jennifer should be seen, but not heard." This statement was embellished with a harsh slap, causing a nice number of maggots to go flying and the woman whimpered in frightened disgust.
"The poor unlucky girl should never open her filthy mouth unless spoken to!" Another smack and the Small-Hearted Princess began to snicker and giggle with a newfound glee that caused Diana to sneer in Jennifer's direction before she was finally joined side by side with Meg and Eleanor, the latter of which held a finely sharpened sewers needle whilst the former held a thick, red thread. "And so we, the Aristocrats, came together to devise a new punishment… a better punishment, that would best fit your crimes."
The baroness and countess slowly advanced upon the Unlucky Girl… and slowly began to sew. At first they found it difficult to force the metal through the flesh in just the right way and coupled with Jennifer's struggles they eventually resorted to heating the tip until it glowed a soft hue… and as they slowly began to get the rhythm started, Diana began to softly hum a tune that seemed eerily similar to that of 'Happy Birthday'….
The moral of the story – It is easy to take freedom for granted… especially when one never had it in the first place.