iMight Die: Nora and Nevel Get Their Revenge

by Nastyspence

What started from ideas from another user turned into something a little different.

She trembled with excitement she could barely contain. She was about to re-meet Carly Shay and she couldn't believe it. Years had passed since she last saw the iCarlies, but she hadn't stopped thinking about them. She watched the videos whenever she felt alone and needed a long, hard laugh. Their humor and creativity had led her to try to be her school's comedienne, though she was usually better doing behind-the-scenes production tasks, like painting sets. As she'd aged, though, she realized that her obsession with the show and the folks associated with it wasn't just the humor. Two nights ago, she had been lying in bed, staring at a still photo of Carly in a swimsuit and had been filled with sexual yearning. Now, a little less than seventy-two hours later, she was in a high-end hotel in Milan, Italy — Italy! — to find Carly. If all went well, she'd be making out with Carly Shay in some dark Milanese alleyway before dawn broke. If it didn't go well, maybe she'd find some local beauty to taste, instead.

Mandy Valdez was sure that Carly wouldn't recognize her. It must have been at least five years since they last saw one another. Mandy had blossomed. She ditched her glasses for ocean blue-colored contact lenses, and wore her straight reddish brown hair shoulder length. She was going to start her senior year of high school in a little less than a month, and was looking forward to strolling into her school wearing Italian high-fashion clothes.

She stopped and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, tossed her hair back and sighed. "Carly Shay, you better look out." She laughed out loud, still the horrible deep throaty laugh she had when she met Carly, Sam, and Freddie. In a skin-tight red dress, Mandy was not awkward and weird girl Carly had met way back when. She puffed up her chest and admired the dress. The deep v-neck accentuated her ample bosom that hadn't existed when she last saw Carly. Heck, she'd never even worn a dress when she met the iCarlies. Now, in this sleeveless red silk, she looked like a woman. Her diminutive height hadn't been properly adjusted by puberty, however. She was still a small girl, but in the amazing Beguiliaca black, three-inch heels her benefactor had provided, she should nearly be Carly's height. She worried about going braless in the deep v-cut dress, but the tight fit and thick straps shouldn't leave her accidentally flashing anyone. She licked her lips at the idea of Carly standing behind her, unzipping her, though.

From the bed, a voice called out to her, "You look amazing, Amanda. I wish you were going to hunt for me." The voice, deep but feminine, a tiny bit dopey-sounding was followed by its own distinctive laugh, an almost hiccup huh-huh sound.

Mandy turned to the bed, and smiled. "Are you sure, I mean, I wasn't the sexy little number I am now. She'll never recognize me like this." Mandy's PearPhone buzzed in her hand with a notification. She looked down, and on the screen of her pear-shaped device, there was a red dot on a map. "Oh, looks like your friend found her. I better go."

Mandy skipped to the bed, leaned over and kissed Nora Dershlit on the lips. "Oh, you'll do just fine, Amanda. You'll be in Carly's panties before midnight, I bet."

Mandy looked at her phone and said, "I better hurry, then! I only have two hours to win that bet." Mandy tilted her head at Nora. "What do I get if I win?" Nora laughed her ridiculous laugh and looked at the wall for a moment.

"You'll win either way, Amanda," she told her. "You'll have gotten into Carly's underpants." Mandy nodded and smiled. After Mandy left the room, Nora stared into the middle distance and declared, "And after you get there, Amanda Valdez, I'm going to have you both!" She cackled her signature menacing laugh.

Maurice the chicken clucked, sitting in the chair by the window. Nora snuffled, "That's right, Maurice. By dawn, Carly will be my slave!"

While she waited in the hotel lobby, Mandy played out her introduction, or re-introduction, to Carly in her mind, as well as audibly to people nearby. "Hello, Carly, it's Amanda Valdez. Oh, you don't remember me?" She puzzled over how to deliver the lines she wanted to deliver. Nora had suggested some stuff, but it didn't make sense. "Hi, Carly, time for revenge!" Mandy had no ill will for Carly or the iCarly team.

She wondered for a second where Sam might be.

A man wearing a chauffeur's uniform approached from her side. "Ms. Valdez?" He had an Italian accent and was large and beefy, not at all the type of man she would have expected to be a chauffeur.

She spun to see him, and said, "I'm Ms. Valdez! Are you my driver?"

He nodded and took her arm gently. "This way, please. We are to be across the city shortly."

She went with him easily, still obsessed with how to re-introduce herself to Carly. "I'm so excited!" She told him. "I'm gonna meet an old friend, and I don't think she'll recognize me." He shrugged at her, guiding her to a large black car double-parked on the street. "Do you think I should just say who I am or should I try to make friends with her first?" He shrugged again, opened the door and held it open until she was inside.

Behind him, a snap of fingers called him. He turned. "Alberto," the voice squeaked at him. "Fifty-five Milano on Via Piera Della Francesca. And be quick. Our target could be moving." He nodded silently and walked around the car to take the driver's seat.

Once he took his seat, Mandy was in his ear again. He ignored anything she said, and after a few sentences of her grating patter, he turned and growled, "Signore P says you should be yourself." Of course, Mr. P. Had expressed no opinion, because she hadn't asked him. Alberto knew, though, that he'd have an opinion if anyone asked him. And he'd elaborate for far too long if he knew you to be wrong, or himself to be correct. Alberto had only been in Mr. P's employ a short time, but he understood him to be a terrible know-it-all. But he paid incredibly well, so he absorbed the abuse Mr. P delivered on a constant basis.

Nora's PearPhone rang. She glanced at Maurice as she pulled on the fancy dress that she'd been given for the events coming throughout the night and early morning. "Who could that be, Maurice? Is it time already so soon, do you think?" She picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Nora!"

The squeaky voice that gave directions to Alberto spoke over the phone speaker. "Be ready soon, my dear! Carly Shay will be in our clutches within the hour!" He finished with a devious laugh.

"Okay!" She shouted excitedly. She looked at her figure in the mirror that Mandy had surveyed herself in shortly before. "Jail really was healthy for me, huh, Maurice?" Maurice clucked twice. "It's gonna feel so good to dig in on that terrible girl!" She narrowed her eyes and sneered. "If she won't be my friend, I'll make her my slave!" Maurice flapped his wings. "Oh, of course, my darling Maurice, she'll do anything you need her to do, too!"

Alberto opened the door of the car that he parked in the middle of Via Piero. "Mr. P says you should find her at the bar, or in the ladies' room," he grumbled.

Mandy stepped out of the car, trying to strike a pose as she did. "Thank you, Alberto!" She stumbled on the street a few steps before she gathered herself and strode confidently to the mezzanine labeled "55 Milano." She smiled at the door attendant, who waved her along after a shared glance with Alberto.

Inside, a dance remix version of the Ginger Fox song from years and years ago, "Number One," blared. Mandy was overwhelmed immediately, but managed to find herself meandering through the dancing crowds to the bar. She glanced around, seeing no one appearing to be Carly, but as the bartender leaned across the bar and asked her what she wanted to drink, automatically recognizing her as American and asking in Italian-accented English, she replied by asking, "Do you know if Carly Shay is here?"

The bartender smiled, and said, "Wow! How do you know Carly Shay?"

Mandy tried to poise herself, but as she did, a tiny quack escaped her mouth, and then she said, embarrassed, "I'm her biggest fan!" The bartender laughed and turned away for a moment. He poured to glasses of wine, and handed them to Mandy. "She's backstage," he told her. "Tell her I send you and this her favorite wine, okay?"

Mandy had never been randomly handed alcohol before. She thanked the bartender profusely and sniffed one of the glasses of deep red liquid loudly. She choked lightly and took another sniff. "I dunno…" she said quietly.

She glanced at him with a quizzical look. He pointed to an area on the other side of the dance floor. She had no idea what the words read, but followed his pointed direction.

After a few minutes, Mandy made her way into a poorly-lit hallway, and wandered down. She called out Carly's name, but wasn't sure she was loud enough. She was scared. What if Carly didn't just not recognize her? What if she did recognize her, and didn't want anything to do with her?

She took a small drink from one of the glasses of wine. She gagged on it for a moment, then continued down the hallway. She heard a voice say, in English, "Please, Miss Shay, we need to get to the stage!"

Mandy followed the voice to a door left ajar. She glanced inside and saw Carly Shay standing there in a black thong panty, and nothing else. She gasped and backed away. She took another swing from one of the wine glasses and peered inside again. Carly looked angry, and sounded like she was grumbling, but Mandy couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Maybe this is a bad idea," Mandy muttered aloud.

A face appeared in the doorway. "Can I help you?"

Mandy stammered and proffered one of the glasses. "The… the bartender said this was for Carly?"

Carly strode into view. "Do I know you?" She asked curiously. Mandy's heart leapt! She recognized her! She was sure of it!

"I—I uh…"

Carly took the glass of wine from Mandy and said, "Come on in."

"Miss Shay!"

Carly turned her back on the woman trying to corral her. "Hi, friend, come have a seat. I need an opinion."

Mandy was exasperated. She quacked quietly as she sat in the chair Carly had pointed her to. "I can't believe this!"

Mandy stopped breathing as she took in Carly Shay's near-naked body. She wasn't tall, but taller than Mandy, and her black hair was longer than Mandy had ever seen it. She noticed, also, trying not to drool, that Carly's breasts were small, smaller than Mandy had ever seen on a girl, but it didn't matter, because she thought they were perfect.

Carly turned away, and then toward her, presenting a short sequined see-through dress. "Should I wear this?" Mandy peered at it for several seconds, thinking it would be quite something to watch Carly Shay parade about in a dress that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Imagination!? Mandy was staring at Carly's fit body, noticing muscle definition and tone that she herself could only dream of. Carly noticed Mandy's leering and giggled lightly. She pulled a robe from a chair near the make-up table and tugged it around herself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

Mandy quacked.

Carly took a step back. "Did—did you just quack?"

Mandy quacked again.

Carly tilted her head at Mandy and said, "No waaayyyy."

Mandy leapt from the chair and started toward Carly. "Hi, Carly! Hi, Carly! I'm so happy to see you!"

Carly accepted Mandy into her arms and hugged her loosely while groaning as Mandy wrapped her up tightly. "Mandy? You've grown!" Mandy slowly let go of Carly and could barely keep from bouncing up and down in excitement.

"I can't believe I found you!" Mandy declared. She took hold of Carly's empty hand and squeezed it tight. "I—"

Carly glanced at her assistant, and the woman put her hand on Mandy's shoulder. "Mandy, why don't you help me with this," Carly said as Mandy took the first hint Carly had ever seen her take and back away two steps. "I need to decide between this dress," she lifted the sequined one she'd already presented, "and this one," Carly finished, taking a hanger from a bar of dresses,. This dress was body-length, and sheer black.

Mandy quacked and said, "Oh my gosh!"

Carly raised an eyebrow. "You like this one?" She looked it over. "I think I prefer it, too." She nodded to her assistant, who took the dresses from Carly.

"Miss Shay, we are still on in about twenty minutes," her assistant said. Mandy watched wide-eyed as Carly dropped her robe to the floor and spun around.

Mandy's mouth dropped open. "Wow…"

Carly smiled at Mandy. "Sorry, Mandy, I have this show—"

"You're doing iCarly again?"

Carly laughed as her assistant bid her to bend over a tad so that she could start to slide the dress over Carly's head. As the dress collected around Carly's neck, Carly used one hand, then the other, to find the corresponding sleeves. Mandy was openly drooling.

"No, Mandy, not iCarly. I'm trying to get a singing career going," she said as she slid her arms through the sleeves until her fingers appeared from both ends of each sleeve. She and her assistant then proceeded to pull the skin-tight sheer cotton over the remainder of her body. They paused at Carly's waist.

Carly sneaked a peek at the exuberant fan girl, could see the interest and attraction, and whispered something to her assistant. The assistant giggled. Carly removed her panties slowly, and Mandy quacked twice, loudly. Carly laughed, and she and her assistant continued to roll the dress down over her hips, thighs, to her knees, all the way to the bottoms of her ankles. "It's tough to move too much in this, Mandy," she said. "Can you come here a sec?"

Mandy was by Carly's side so quick it was as if she teleported. Carly recoiled in surprise. "Okaayyy…" She held the black thong in her hands, and said, "I can see you like.. what you see, so here's a little gift." Carly leaned toward Mandy and gave her a slow peck on the cheek. She handed the panty to Mandy, whose speechlessness was more verbal than most people's.

"Oh my god! You gave me your underwear! Oh my god! I have Carly Shay's underwear!" She put them to her face, rubbing them on each cheek in turn, then sniffed them deeply.

Carly laughed and stepped away.

"In my hands!" Mandy continued. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! My girlfriend will absolutely love these!" She shouted.

Carly looked bemused and shrugged. "Mandy, will you be around for a while? Maybe we can go out after my concert?"

Mandy was full-on ten year old fan girl again, bouncing and quacking and squeaking uncontrollably. "Absolutely!"

"You can invite your girlfriend, if you want," Carly suggested. She instantly had misgivings about inviting this bundle of nervous enthusiasm anywhere. She found her joy receiving the thong delightful, and had liked Mandy's unchecked lusty looks.

Mandy considered the idea for only a moment, before she decided to reject the notion. "No, I don't think so. My girlfriend was pretty clear that she was not a fan of yours. I mean, I don't know why, but she insisted that only I come find you." Mandy didn't stop to take a breath. "And I found you! And my girlfriend said I was allowed a pass, that if you were into it, we could, you know," she made loud, gulping noises, "make out. And she would be okay with it."

Carly smirked, and waved her assistant to her. She whispered something to her, and she departed the dressing room, closing the door behind her. "Well," Carly said. She shimmied across the six or seven feet separating her from Mandy. "I've learned never to say no to a fan." She put a hand on Mandy's shoulder, looked into her eyes, and leaned forward.

Mandy was stunned but not silent. "Are you—are we gonna kiss?"

Carly nodded and breathed the word "yes," as she leaned in, open lips and closed eyes.

Mandy's mouth felt oddly wonderful. Carly was used to the girl-girl make out sessions, having developed a taste for the feminine since arriving to Italy and suffered several heartbreaks in the intervening years. But, Mandy, who was hot now, but hadn't behaved as hot in this instant, kissed like a goddess of love and lust. Carly felt an electricity she hadn't felt in some time. She wavered on her feet, and pulled away. "Wow, Mandy."

Mandy smiled, a sheepish grin on her face. "Wow, Carly," she responded. She balled up the thong and stuck it into her cleavage, pushing deep into the v-neck. "I want these later," she grinned and then put her hands on Carly's hips. Carly positioned Mandy's hands to keep some space between them, trying to fight off the urge to push her down and have her then and thee.

They kissed more fervently for several minutes.

A knock on the door pulled Carly from Mandy, whose hands had slid from Carly's hips to her buttocks. "I need to get that, Mandy."

Mandy replied in a deeper voice, "Sure, sure." She stepped back and watched as Carly strode confidently through the dressing room, looking like a shadow in her black dress, a shadow with intent, purpose, and confidence. The door opened before Carly could reach it.

"It's time, Miss Shay."

Carly nodded and looked over her shoulder. "Come on out, have some fun. Meet me back here after?" Carly asked.

Mandy merely nodded her assent, finally silent.

Carly held a glass of wine up and toasted her team. "Thanks for a great show, everyone!" Her translator repeated her in Italian for the Italian-only speakers on the crew of seven. Carly took a long drink and then pulled away from the circle of crew members that kept the show going. She saw Mandy standing listlessly aside. "Mandy," she called with a wave. "Come on. We're gonna go dancing across the city. I want to show you Milan." Carly wrapped her arm around Mandy's shoulders and pulled her close. She licked Mandy's earlobe and whispered. "And if you're into it, I 'd love to roll around in the backseat of my car."

Mandy had watched the show and danced to the songs and had grinded with both boys and girls. She was surprised at how genuinely and overtly sexual Carly's show was. The entire time, the sheer black dress merely prevented her from being nude. Under the lights, no matter the color, her naked body was visible and Mandy felt weird about it. Not a good weird, either.

Still, Carly was inviting her to make out, and Mandy definitely wanted to do that. "Okay!"

Carly took Mandy by the arm, and started introducing her around the crew.

Mandy was woozy from the booze and the hour and the recurring make out sessions she'd had with Carly. Going from bathroom to car seat to a bench to an alleyway in central Milan, she was living a dream. She was still learning how to pleasure Miss Shay — everyone they were with called Carly "Miss Shay"— but it was fun, and Carly was a patient mentor.

Carly was pulling the dress down over herself again, after having Mandy on her knees and between her legs in this alley. Mandy struggled to stand. Her knees were sore and she had several glasses of wine over the course of the evening. "You okay?" Carly asked, playing her hand through the hair on the right side of Mandy's face.

Mandy nodded, and wiped away Carly's secretions with her wrist. "Just kinda drunk, I guess," she said. Carly kissed her lips quickly.

"Okay, so water inside, we'll hang out here for a little bit, and head to my place. Sound good?" Carly was beaming and alive.

Mandy nodded sheepishly. She was enjoying the time with Carly, but she was also exhausted. The night was getting to her. As they were entering the dance club, she received a text from Nora. She glanced at it, and then looked all around.

The text read, "You're finally here!"

Mandy wondered where Nora was, and if she was lying when she said it was okay if she fooled around with Carly. She felt nervous for the first time. Had she forsaken her girlfriend to have a night that she knew was fleeting with Carly Shay.

Carly did look fantastic nude, and Mandy had been permitted to take a number of pictures of nude Carly. Still, was it wrong to have spent the night kissing, rubbing, fingering, licking her?

She tried to keep her cool as she followed the entourage inside. Carly took her by the waist and the two sat at a corner booth. This place was quieter and darker than all the other places they'd been tonight. "I love to end my nights here," Carly told her as she nudged her into a tight booth seat. "It's quiet after four a.m., so it's a nice place to relax, let the night sort of melt away so you can go home, clean up, and go to bed." Carly kissed Mandy's neck. Mandy shivered. It had given her excitement all through the night, but this time, the kiss's effect was a little different.

The text from Nora was really messing with her.

A server brought the two of them small cocktails, paused to look them over, and walked away. "What's her problem?" Mandy asked, taking a sip of another glass of alcohol.

Carly shrugged, and downed her cocktail in a single gulp. "Mandy, will you come home with me tonight?"

Before Mandy could reply, another person strode up to their booth.

"Holy moley," said the person whose face was hidden by the low light, but whose voice was familiar to Carly. "My friend was right! Carly Shay, the grandma pusher, as I live and breathe!"

Carly did not censor herself. "Holy shit… Shelby fucking Marx."

Mandy shot a shocked look at Carly.

Carly tapped the table. "Have a seat, you crazy bitch!"

Shelby Marx stood by the booth and shook her head. "Actually, you nut, why don't you join me and my crew. We have a place on the shore, you can bring your friend. We'll stay there till, I dunno, next week."

Mandy interrupted, "Next week? I need to get home, back to school."

Shelby looked at Mandy. "You're not Sam, are you?"

Mandy shook her head. "I"m Mandy! I'm Carly's biggest fan!"

Carly put her arm around Mandy, and slurred to Shelby, "This is Mamby, my biggest fan, and my girlfriend for the night!" She kissed Mandy's cheek and laughed senselessly.

Shelby laughed riotously. "Carly Shay is a drunkened lesbian in Milan, Italy." She shook her head judmentally. "Come with me girls, let's have some fun." Carly pushed on Mandy to get out of the booth.

"Le's have some fun with Sheldy," Carly mumbled.

Mandy got up, looking concerned at Shelby. "Don't worry, love," Shelby said to her. "If you need to get home, my boyfriend or I can make sure you get there no problem. But for tonight, let us show you a good time." Mandy stepped aside as Carly started to try to remove herself from the booth. She fell and Shelby laughed. She muttered to herself. "All too easy."

A text pinged on Mandy's phone. She glanced at the phone and blinked a couple times. How was Nora doing this?

It read: "Meet you Shelby's house"

Mandy was staring out the car window, watching Milan's suburbs turn from lightly populated outskirts to dark rural Italian landscapes. Carly was a small but sexy heap of beautiful skin and muscles on the limousine bench across from her, having passed out shortly after being escorted to the car. She and Shelby had a brief discussion as they left the city, but hadn't spoken in awhile. She assumed Shelby was asleep by this point. She glanced at her PearPhone, and saw it was almost four in the morning. She wasn't sure how she was still awake.

Shelby tapped her shoulder lightly. "Hey, it's cool. I have a great spot in this wonderful shoreside villa. You can sleep all day if you want." Mandy choked out a ragged sounding thanks. Shelby smiled. "So, you were a fan of her show back in the day?"

Mandy nodded, croaked, "When I was a kid."

"Did you see when she and I fought?"

Mandy thought for a moment. "I remember that you fought, but I'm not sure I ever saw it." Shelby nodded.

"Did you need more water?" Mandy nodded. She wasn't feeling quite so bad anymore, but Carly had been insisting she drink more water the later the night went on.

"You're pretty cute, Mandy." Shelby said as she handed her a bottle of water from a refrigerator in the door. "How old are you?" Shelby reached out to Mandy's head, brushed a lock of hair from her forehead.

"Seventeen," she said after a sip of the ice cold water. "Just had my birthday last month. My mom's new boyfriend gave me some money, and I came out here with my girlfriend."

Shelby looked curious. "Girlfriend? You're here with someone else?"

Mandy took a longer swig from the bottle of water. "Yeah, she and I spent a few nights in Milan, kinda hoping to find Carly. She had a friend who tracked her down, and then I went and found her."

Shelby knew Mr. P was up to something, but didn't know this girl had anything to do with it. "Carly made it sound like you guys were…"

Mandy shrugged. "Nora said it was okay if I fooled around with Carly, if Carly was into it." She looked at Shelby sadly. "I was surprised that Carly was into it." She sighed. "And I didn't know there was no pleasing Carly." Shelby laughted. "She's insatiable, I mean it. She would get off and then like ten minutes later want me all over her again."

Shelby touched Mandy's face tenderly. "It's because you're irresistibly cute," she said. "You're not my taste, but I could see going a round or two with you just for grins and giggles." Mandy blushed.

"What's your taste?" Mandy asked as Shelby's hand lingered briefly on her shoulder, then down her arm.

Shelby chuckled. "Honestly, I like beefy, dumb men. They don't care that I used to beat up girls for money. They only care that I can take a—" she stopped and considered the appropriate next word, "rough time." Mandy's head tilted. "I usually do stunt work these days, but I made a butt-ton of cash in my fighting days, so I don't do that much, to be honest, except date big, dumb men and run errands like this."

Mandy's mouth opened to ask a question. Shelby shook her head. "Suffice to say I was looking for Carly Shay, too, and leave it at that." She glanced at the passed out former web starlet and shrugged. "Someone gave me a lot of money to bring her with me." She looked out the window, looking uncertain about something. "Not sure what he wants her for, but, like I say, he gave me a lot of money."

Mandy decided to mention her text from Nora. "My girlfriend texted me when we were leaving the club," she pulled her PearPhone out and pulled up the text from Nora.

Shelby looked at it a moment, then at Mandy. "That's weird, Mandy." She tried to run through Mr. P.'s associates that she'd met, but couldn't recall anyone named Nora. "I don't know a Nora."

Mandy shivered involuntarily. "She's sweet, but…"

Shelby put her hand on Mandy's shoulder again. "But?"

"I don't think she likes Carly."

Shelby laughed. "You went out to go cheat on her with Carly," Shelby pointed out. "She might have said it was okay, but that doesn't mean she meant it was okay." Mandy shrugged. "Come here, kid." She pulled Mandy close to her. She could smell a boozy, sexy night coming off the girl and she wished she was a little younger. Two years ago, she would have set aside her orientation and slutted around with this girl. But, Shelby was a little older, a little wiser, a little more opinionated and orientated in a specific direction now. "Go ahead and sleep for a bit. Gonna be a while longer."

Shelby woke first, as the car slowed into the driveway of Mr. P.'s villa on the Genoan shore. She looked at the still slumped Carly Shay on the car bench. She grinned to herself. She understood what Carly was doing, living the wild life while she could. She wondered, though, if Carly was living a life that wasn't really the life she should live. Shelby always thought of Carly as straighter edge than not. But here she was, having a drunkened lesbian party night in Italy. Obviously, she'd misjudged her. Perhaps her old blond friend had rubbed off on her a bit.

She felt Mandy shift next to her. Sometime since Shelby had fallen asleep, Mandy had resettled so that her head was against the door, and her feet were on Shelby's lap. "Wakey, wakey," Shelby said quietly. She looked at the door as one of the villa's attendants opened the door. "Hi, Tom," she said weakly. "We're still trying to wake up."

"No problem, Ms. Marx. Let me know if you need help." Shelby grinned at him. She actually had a rather impure relationship with several of Mr. P.'s attendants, and Tom was her second or third favorite.

There was no one she had more fun with, pure, impure, or somewhere in between, than Karl.

Mandy sat up slowly and groaned. "Where are we?"

"Genoa," Shelby told her, as Mandy's feet left her lap, and Mandy started trying to find her shoes on the floor of the car.

Shelby leaned over to Carly, and gave her a shake. "Hey, Carly, time to wake up." Carly whined and rolled, but too far, and found herself waking on the car floor. Shelby laughed, and poked Carly with one of her feet. "Come on, Miss Shay. Let's go in, get you some coffee, maybe find you a bed, huh?"

"No, daddy, I wanna stay here tonight," Carly slurred.

"Tom," Shelby called. Tom's head appeared in the open door frame. "Can you or Kenny grab Miss Shay, here, please? She doesn't really know where she is or even who she is."

"Yes, Miss Marx."

Mandy looked up at Shelby with bleary eyes. "You have assistants?"

Shelby shrugged. "They're actually my friend's assistants. But he shares with me so I don't beat his butt."

Mandy's smile formed but fell quickly as the door on her side opened and a beefy black behemoth reached in and scooped Carly up from teh floor. She made sounds as he lifted her from the car floor. The man looked at Mandy quickly, then addressed Shelby, "Mr. P will want her to be awake."

Shelby nodded and shrugged. "Mr. P will have to wait. That girl is messed up. Awake isn't coming for her before, like, noon."

He nodded, then said, "Mr. P doesn't want to wait that long."

Mandy looked at him, then to Shelby. "Wait for what?"

Shelby eyed the man, and instructed, "Put her in the Wake room, Kenny. I'll take her," indicating Mandy with a turn of her had, "to the Crane room." He nodded and finished removing Carly from the car. "You'll love the Crane room," Shelby said.

"Wait for what?" Mandy repeated.

Shelby ignored her for several seconds, before saying, "My friend has been looking for Miss Shay a long time. He's intent on seeing her, I guess." Shelby looked at Mandy, remorse in her eyes. "I apologize in advance," Shelby said. She looked beyond Mandy in the doorway, where Tom had reappeared. He snatched Mandy by the shoulders and pulled her from the car forcefully.

"Crane room?" Tom asked.

"Heck no, Tom." Shelby spat. She felt the conspiracy filling that dark side that drew her into the fighting game. "Take her to the auditorium. We're going to start there, in about an hour."

Mandy was shrieking as Tom strode away from the car, ignoring her flailing, screaming, and kicking.

"Miss Marx!" She hated hearing his voice, squeaky even now. "Well done, my darling. Who's the little one?"

Shelby turned to see Mr. P approaching from a dark grotto by the driveway. "Hi, Nevel," she grunted. "That's Mandy, Carly's biggest fan."

Nevel Papperman stood barely five feet five inches tall, but stood like someone of greater stature both in height and power. "Oh, really!? I remember fooling that little one to do me a favor a long time ago. She's always happy to drop Carly Shay right into my lap!" Nevel laughed lightly and stepped forward, fully into the light. "Let's go inside, my dear. We have much to do to prepare." Shelby watched Nevel turn.

"Mandy's mine," she said.

Nevel squeaked, "Nope! The little one belongs to Nora."

Shelby watched him walk away. "Who the hell is Nora?" She asked the wind.

Nora was standing over Carly when Carly's eyes blinked barely open. Nora was smiling broadly, holding Maurice in her left hand, and what appeared to be a remote in her right. "Hi, Carly," she said in her wide-mouthed snarl.

Carly could barely see, her head was dizzy from the night's binge drinking, and she felt nauseous. Nora knelt down into her face. "Say hello, Maurice," she breathed into Carly's face. The chicken clucked.

Carly tried to sit up, but couldn't find her bearings well enough to even determine if she was standing or lying. "N-Nora?"

Nora stepped back and put her chicken on the floor. "Carly, Carly, Carly…"She pressed a button on the device in her hand, and the lights in the room went out.

"Wait!"

Nora laughed in the darkness. "No, Carly. I've waited long enough." The lights flashed on again.

Nevel stood next to Nora now, leaning on a stick, as if he needed it to walk. "We all have, Carly Shay!"

Carly couldn't believe what she heard, and as her eyes blinked some of the alcohol-drenched night away, she couldn't believe what she saw. She struggled into a seated position, and gasped, "Nevel!?"

She proceeded to vomit onto the floor in front of her.

Nevel shook his head, "You wicked, evil, little troll of a person." He watched Carly heave bile and liquor onto the floor of one of the villa's small rooms he used for guests. He looked at Nora, and commanded, "Clean her up. We have a lot to do."

Nora, in her cartoon villain voice, replied, "Yes, we do. A lot to do."

Shelby stood behind Mandy's chair-bound body. Mandy felt Shelby's hands on her shoulders, unable to object to Shelby's touches, nor to encourage them. Tom took his time binding her to a wooden chair. Shelby cooed as she slipped her hands over Mandy's shoulders, her clavicles. She stopped at the bust line of the dress, but only for a moment. "Tom did this well, eh, Mandy?"

Shelby shook her head at herself. Why was she playing the role or some arch villain? She studied the top of Mandy's head for a moment, and yanked her head back. She saw Mandy's frightened eyes first, then the gag that was tied around her mouth, knotted in the back of her neck. She tapped the pink cloth used to gag Mandy. "Tom mentioned you had this tucked in your dress." She smiled at Mandy's wide, tearing eyes. Mandy's mascara was running down her cheek and Shelby licked her lips at the sight. She had caused many girls to cry in her time as a fighter. It still excited her to see another girl weep from fear and pain. "They're not yours," she said. "Tom said he removed yours for… reasons." The villain voice still sounded weird to her own ear, but the words were delicious on her tongue, as Mr. P had suggested they would be.

She yanked hard on Mandy's hair, and Mandy squealed in her chair. "Are they… Carly's panties?" Mandy tried to nod, but Shelby held her hair back so tightly, she couldn't move her head forward. Shelby leaned down and kissed Mandy's forehead. "I would apologize for what's about to happen to you, Mandy," she said, feeling as powerful as she ever did in the octagon, "but I never apologized to anyone I beat on as a fighter." She released Mandy's hair, and Mandy's head flung forward. Mandy squeaked. "And as a hired hand, they tell me I shouldn't apologize, either." Shelby rubbed Mandy's shoulders again, pressing hard on her skin, pinched her clavicles, and again, stopped her procession at the dress bust line. "I will feel bad, if it's any consolation," Shelby whispered, her eyes on Mandy's gagged mouth. She reached her hand into the dress, and found a nipple, teased it for several seconds, until it was erect, and then twisted it hard. Mandy cried out into her gag. Shelby released it, and then came around to face Mandy's bound body.

"Tom really went overboard, didn't he?" She laughed. She breathed in Mandy's fear, and knelt down in front of Mandy. "Let's see…" she said. "Your ankles, oh my, your feet are turning pale. That is not good, my dear." She tugged at the chains biting into Mandy's ankles that firmly held her feet in place against the chair legs. She took Mandy's left big toe in her her fingers and caressed it gently for a moment. "My old, old boss would love this," she said, taking the toe between her forefinger and thumb, then rubbing the end of the toe with her thumb. Shelby lost herself for a just a moment, wrapped her whole hand around the toe, and yanked it out of joint. Mandy howled. The gag made of Carly's underwear swallowed most of the sound she tried to make.

Shelby shook her head, remembering that she was no longer an employee of the Bakery. She looked at Mandy's toe, and looked up at Mandy's face. "Don't worry. These chains are so tight, you won't feel it soon." She tugged at the chain on Mandy's shins and knees. She stopped, looked up at Mandy and said, "Did it hurt?" She pulled hard on the chain at Mandy's knees, a single tying both knees to the wood. Shelby closed her eyes, didn't want to say the words but treasured them as she spoke them. They felt like power, and she knew, from experience, they would wound like her fists. "Did it hurt when Tom spread your legs, when he manhandled you?" Shelby breathed in deep, exhaled, reached between the chains around Mandy's skinny thighs, and up into Mandy's dress. "When he gagged you?" She felt the prick of stubble between Mandy's legs. Mandy shifted but winced as she did. The chains all around her legs bit into her when she moved. "Did Tom…" she reminded herself she wasn't at the Bakery anymore, and removed the old edits. "Fuck you?"

Mandy hung her head and remained still as Shelby rubbed her crotch. "I'm sorry, Mandy, but I get paid to say and do these things." She found her slit. She pushed her hand between the labia and said, "I get paid to do it," wistfully. She swallowed hard when she felt the entrance to Mandy's vagina. "I'm sorry, Mandy." She retreated slowly, tracing her fingers along Mandy's thighs, then over the chain. She moved up, put her face on Mandy's lap. "I'm so sorry you got stuck in this mess." She kissed a patch of thigh that was still turning pale as the chain reduced the blood flow to her skin. "I don't know Nora," Shelby said, looking up at the weeping mess of mascara and makeup, "but she only cares about Carly. She doesn't care what happens to you. She never did."

Shelby slinked up Mandy's body, leaning in close, letting her body press against the chains on Mandy's tummy and breasts. She studied how she might straddle Mandy's bound body, but decided she couldn't. She put a finger to Mandy's chin, lifted her face so their eyes could meet. "And, unfortunately for you, my dear," Shelby breathed hot air at Mandy before she leaned away, "neither do I." She slapped Mandy hard across the right side of her face, blood rushing immediately to Mandy's cheek. The bruise developed instantly. Shelby breathed again. "Tom is mine, you slut." Shelby smacked the other side of Mandy's face, her left a little weaker than her right. The bruise didn't rise to the surface instantly, but the blush from the strike did. "You shouldn't have teased him with your virgin self." This time, Shelby wheeled back, formed a fist, and broke Mandy's nose with a sickening crunch. Blood poured from Mandy's nose. "Hey," Shelby said, sounding surprised, "your blood matches your dress." She raised her fist again, tilted her head, watched Mandy's eyes meet hers, and smiled. She broke Mandy's orbital bone in one thunderous punch.

Shelby shook her hand. "No one ever tells you how much it hurts, breaking bones," she complained. "They only tell you how bad it hurts to have broken bones. But punching hurts, too." She took Mandy's chin in the palm of her hand. "You shouldn't have let Tom fuck you, Mandy."

Shelby closed her eyes, flexed her deltoid muscles, pulled hard, and listened as Mandy tried to scream while her jawbone came loose from its place on her head. "I haven't dislocated a jaw in so long," Shelby whispered. "You must really have pissed me off." Shelby rose above the shrieking girl. She waved her hand and a door opened. Feet shuffle-stepped to Shelby's side. "Tom," Shelby said quietly. "Do whatever you need to do. Just save some of your muscle for me." She turned to him, pulled his mouth to hers. "I'll need a roughing up of my own, if you know what I mean."

Shelby marched out of the room sternly, superior. She closed the door behind her, listened a second while Mandy shrieked. She heard the rip of clothing and shuddered.

Shelby walked away after a moment of silence was replaced by chains hitting the floor, and another cracking sound. Shelby thought about the things that had happened to get her to this awful, horrible place. She was a thug. For Nevel Papperman, who himself was just a terrible nub of a boy.

Still.

Shelby loved the way he paid her. And she had truly fallen pretty hard for Tom, his body, and the way she could use him.

Nora was quivering with anticipation, gripping her chicken so hard that Maurice began to try to wrestle free from her grasp. "Sorry, Maurice," Nora said. She released the chicken and gasped out loud as Kenneth and Jordan, another of Nevel's henchmen, carried out a completely bound Carly Shay. "Ooh! Lookie! Carly is all tied up and ready to cook over the fire!" Nora shouted in delight.

Nevel entered shortly after the men carried the wooden pole adorned with the tightly bound and gagged Carly, a sour look on his face. He strode to join Nora, and then looked at the reward on the rod. "What do you think, Nora? Is this enough?"

Nora was vibrating with exhilaration. "I don't feel like we've started yet, Nevel." She took a step toward Carly. "I want her to suffer."

Nevel nodded. "The boys weren't kind preparing her, but I understand."

Nora sneered. "I want to see the bruises, Nevel. I want to see her bleed." Nora stepped even closer. "I want her to understand what my prison cells were like," she said, her voice dark, low. She spat at Carly, out of the blue. Nora was very still for a moment. Then she turned to Nevel. "I want Shelby to do her in," she said calmly.

Nevel pondered the request for a few seconds, rubbing his chin like any good Bond villain. "We can arrange that."

Nora reached out to Carly, whose eyes were open wide, bloodshot from the crying and drinking. Her mouth was covered with silver duct tape. Under it, Nora could see a rag wound through either side of her mouth, tied tightly under hair at the back of her neck. She eyed the cuffs that hung over the wooden rod the men carried her on. She could see the cuffs were cutting the upper layers of skin on her wrists. Nora reached to touch the roughed-up skin, trying to get a little of Carly's blood on her fingertip. She touched the fingertip to her tongue, and shook her head, disappointed. She stroked Carly's right arm, from wrist to her shoulder. She heard Nevel's shoes stepping toward her.

"Did you need something, Nora?"

Nora pondered what she endured during her second prison stay, the nights of torment she suffered when she was discovered to be the kidnapper of a popular web celebrity. She put her hand on Carly's bare belly.

"I want to tie her up, Nevel."

Nevel scoffed. "My boys beat her up nicely while they did this," he said.

Nora's eyes blinked once and she turned to Nevel. "I want chains. these cuffs are fine. The gag is fine. I want to chain her whole body up."

Nevel looked at Nora and decided he wouldn't fight her on this. "Before Shelby takes her down?"

Nora chuckled. "What would be the point otherwise, Nevel?"

Nevel nodded, and walked away without another word.

Shelby was lying in her bed, lights still on, waiting for whatever horror she'd be asked to commit to be asked. She closed her eyes and heard the tear of ligaments and snap of cartilage and bone again when she'd dislocated Mandy's jaw. She thought about why she'd been so violent to this poor girl whose only sin was having a taste for Carly's humor and pussy, and Tom's insistence that he have her way with her.

Shelby's life hadn't been what she expected in the years after her MMA career ended. That she was a femme thug left her cold. And she used that coldness to do terrible things for terrible people. The door buzzed as it opened.

"Nevel," she said quietly, barely moving to see him as he entered the room.

He stood in the doorway for a silent moment. "You were cruel to Amanda," he noted.

"I was." She sat up on her elbows and saw the inimitable Mr. P looking rather dour. "Is that an issue?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. I'm glad you were so mean in dispatching her."

"I'm not."

Nevel clucked his tongue. "You mustn't let your conscience get in your way."

She rolled her eyes. "Says an ass without a conscience."

"Shelby!" He squealed. "I've never heard you use words like that!" He blushed lightly. Shelby laughed at his naive response.

She shrugged. "It's been a night, Nevel. What do you need?" He looked at the floor and tilted his head. "Huh. That bad? You never don't just come right out with it."

He bit the inside of his check. "Nora wants you to end Carly Shay."

Shelby thought that request might come. She was a bit surprised he was blaming Nora. "I thought you wanted that, boss," she said. She finished sitting up. "A little octagon action? Or something else?"

Nevel threw his head back, and said, "Whatever she wants."

Shelby shriveled her nose. "Why is she calling these shots, Nevel?"

Nevel looked at the ceiling, then the floor, before finally meeting Shelby's eyes. "I got what I wanted," he said. "All I ever wanted was a kiss." He shrugged. "She should have given it to me when I asked the first time." His body hunched over and he looked despondent over losing his arch-nemesis.

Shelby considered some remark, but found nothing witty to respond with, so she stayed silent as Nevel walked away through the doorway.

Nora was quiet as the nude Carly Shay was brought to her, her hands and ankles cuffed. She was staring at a pile of chain that one of Nevel's henchmen had left in this austere, grey room in the basement of Nevel's shoreside manse. She remembered how several of her cell mates had pinned her, gagged her, and tied her with rope they'd obtained through less than savory means, and abused her for hours. She never asked why they'd targeted her, and she didn't remember them saying. She assumed it was related to Carly Shay or Sam Puckett and swore the ultimate vengeance.

She waved over one of the men who brought this plaything to her, whispered in his ear, and he left his position at Carly's side with purpose. "Carly Shay," Nora hissed. Carly's eyes were wide. The gag remained in place, but she made desperate whimpering sounds. "What's that? You're scared?" Nora stroked Carly's cheek with the back of her hand. "You should be. I mean to hurt you, Carly. I mean to hurt you good." She pulled back and released the back of her hand against Carly's cheek. Carly stumbled, held upright by the bulky henchman. "I'm not kidding this time. No studios to lock you in, no foolproof locks, no wells — oh you weren't there for the well, were you? No matter, Carly Shay, I'm going to hurt you. And nothing but."

Nora grinned as the man who'd departed returned with a hanger of clothes in hand. "Thank you."

She looked again at Carly. "I don't want to hurt you naked, though. The sight of you is disgusting!" She tapped Carly's small left breast. "Why Amanda found you appealing is beyond me!" She slapped Carly's skinny belly. "Just like your brain, there's nothing there!"

She stepped aside, nodded to the man with the clothes. When he hesitated, uncertain what her nod meant, she instructed, coldly, "Hit her hard." He handed the hanger of clothes to Nora, and struck Carly's abs with devastating effect. Her knees buckled under her, and she would have fallen if not for the other henchman. "Again," Nora spat the word. Carly watched Nora's face as the fist bashed her just under the rib cage. "One more time." Carly choked on the vomit that wouldn't release through the gag.

Nora looked pleased, and said, "Let her fall." The man holding Carly released his grip, and Carly crumpled to the floor. "I'll handle things from here, boys," she said.

Nora began by stretching Carly out. Anytime Carly tried to wriggle into a ball, she kicked her, and told her to stretch. She giggled as she pulled the clothes from the hanger. She went about this work without words, uncuffing the ankles, pulling a pair of tight western denim jeans up Carly's thin but muscular legs slowly. She paused at Carly's knees, and drew her fingertip over her left knee. She looked at the trembling girl's face and saw her looking down but trying not to move.

Nora stared back at the girl, and shrugged noiselessly. She continued to pull the jeans up Carly's thin thighs. She pondered the recently shaved pubic region, briefly recalled Amanda's desires, and before she zipped the jeans, she spit onto Carly's crotch. Still without a word, she buttoned the waistband. She looked at Carly's frozen frightened face and shrugged again. She realized she was missing something, and pulled out her cheap Samsun Gemini Mini Pad and texted a request to Nevel.

Undeterred, she proceeded to take a long sleeve white western-style button-down shirt from the hanger. She twirled it about once or twice then looked down at the captured little squirrel girl on the floor. She felt some motivation to make comments, but was too angry and too scarred to say anything. There was nothing Carly Shay could do or say or even suffer to compensate for the suffering Nora suffered in jail.

Nora closed her eyes briefly, awash in the anguish. She was tempted to begin kicking Carly, but she swallowed that anger. Shelby Marx would do the required work soon enough. Nora looked to the ceiling of the small room and bit the inside of her cheek. She thought it might be fun to watch Carly suffer, but she'd seen what Nevel and his henchmen did. She enjoyed it for a few moments, but it dredged up the worst night of her life.

She did like that Carly seemed to suffer as she had, though. But, she wanted Carly dead. And she knew that Nevel would make sure Shelby did that job as requested.

Nora pulled Carly's arms up, and said nothing as she undid the handcuffs. She realized that this moment, Carly was free to fight her as much as she could. But, she also knew what Carly had suffered since her arrival. She was a beaten dog, like Nora had become, by her social status, by the prison, by society as a whole. Nora had been a dog abused by anyone who came near her. Nora positioned Carly so that she could slide an arm into one sleeve, then the other arm. She nodded at her success, leaving the shirt unbuttoned.

For a moment, as she peered at Carly's sad, brown eyes, Nora felt a pit in her stomach. She had watched while Nevel's men held her naked body in place as Nevel did as he pleased. The horror washed over Nora in the moment, and she hadn't been able to watch all of it. But now, as she prepared Carly for what she wanted to be her demise, she wished she'd seen the ultimate humiliation of Nevel spraying his seed on the girl. From the hole in her heart and the blackness of her gut, Nora slapped Carly suddenly.

Carly's eyes widened as she saw the second slap come, and with it, she fell to the floor. Nora watched the gagged girl, weak and frightened, calculate whether an escape was possible, or if she might just attach Nora. Nora tilted her head, still silent, and waved her hand at Carly, indicating that she stand again. Nora shook her head as Carly recovered. She took a stance that suggested she may run, but Nora stepped close, stared into Carly's eyes, and the former web star crumbled. She began to weep, having seen the darkness and malevolence in Nora's eyes. Nora nodded, and with one hand, lifted Carly's chin, and the other, she slapped her again.

Nora then began to button the shirt. As she did, she stared at Carly with dark, steely eyes, silent. She jammed the shirt into the waistband of the jeans as a means of tucking it in.

Nora watched Carly stand there, weak-kneed, but looking thankful in her pathetic, fearful way, for no longer being naked. Nora breathed in, and laughed at the inner monologue she was conducting. She had just insulted Carly, cut her to the core, and the idiot web girl had no witty retort, and no lame Freddie Benson or powerful Sam Puckett to save her with tech wizardry or fists. She tilted her head, wondering what that pair of weirdos would do to prevent what was coming next. Nora imagined them tied to their own chairs, gagged, beaten and bleeding, crying tears of anguish as they witnessed Nora's next steps.

They all thought Nora was some dimwit incapable of grand plans. They all called her psychotic, but what they failed to consider was that Hannibal Lecter, while psychotic, was brilliant. She'd never honestly compare herself to Hannibal Lecter — she was not about to eat any organs from Carly's corpse — but she was no fool. She'd designed the two captures of the iCarlies and two jailbreaks.

Hell, even Nevel thought he was in charge of this operation. But he wasn't.

Nora realized she could see Carly's wounds and nipples through the white shirt she'd wrapped around her and stepped close, started unbuttoning the shirt. Carly defensively smacked away Nora's hands, and Nora laughed gruffly. She formed a fist and planted it directly in Carly's nose. She doubled over in pain, grunted through the cloth in her mouth. Nora pulled Carly's hair to return her to a full standing stance. She returned to removing the shirt and tossed it aside. Carly rubbed her bruised nose, wiped tears from her cheeks. Nora gathered a tank top from the hanger of clothes. She shrugged at Carly as she showed it to her. Carly lifted her arms over her head, wincing as she did. Nora noted bruises and cuts all along the backs of both of her arms. As she pulled the tank top over Carly's head, she ran a finger along one of the fresh cuts and hissed. She finished pulling the tank top over Carly's small breasts, making an effort not to abuse them any more than the henchmen had. She grinned at the bite marks and cuts, but didn't touch them.

She retrieved the long sleeve shirt, and slid it onto Carly without event. She could see Carly asking with her eyes what was happening. Nora shook her head. She wanted everything that was to come to be a surprise. She buttoned the shirt and tucked the tank and shirt into the jeans. As she stuffed the shirts into the jeans, Nora slipped her hand deep into the crotch of the pants, and she tucked a finger into Carly quickly. Carly stumbled backward a couple steps, and Nora went with her, her hand stuck in the jeans. She looked at Carly's tears and grabbed her by the waist with her other hand. She kissed Carly along the duct tape that held her gag firmly in place. Nora fingered her captor vigorously for a few minutes. She stopped when Carly began to whimper, and when she could feel some moisture begin to develop.

She stepped back, licked her finger sloppily, and made a satisfied sound. She returned to the hanger of clothing, pulling from it the country western style vest that the iCarlies used in their "Idiot Farm Girl" skits. She watched Carly recognize the vest, and she watched Nora quizzically as she wrapped Carly in it. She buttoned it tight to Carly's thin body, and when it appeared Carly might be grinning in her gag, Nora's fist thwacked Carly hard in the abdomen.

Finally, Nora spoke. "I'm nowhere near done, Carly Shay." Her voice was deep, angry. "Nowhere. Near. Done." She kicked at the former web star, connecting hard to the girl's temple. Carly collapsed on the floor with a thump. Nora poked at her with her foot, and she could see Carly was not fully unconscious, but the kick was vicious enough to take a lot of awareness out of the idiot farm girl. Nora resisted the urge to kick her again. She needed her awake for a couple more items, then the binding would begin, and for that, it might be easier for Carly to be out, but she wanted to hear Carly cry into her gag and tape as she chained her up.

Shelby was watching Nevel stare off into the lightening sky of dawn on the third floor veranda when Tom tickled her side. She slapped him playfully and kissed him fully. He tasted like another girl, and she wondered how much he'd been a part of Nevel's degradation of the Shay girl. She wanted to ask, but she also knew that wasn't their relationship. They had sex, they sparred to keep them both sharp. She knew most of his moves, both in the octagon and in the bed, and he knew hers. She had a few in reserve, mostly fight moves, but a couple bed-romp moves, too.

"What's up with boss?" She asked when they removed their lips from one another.

Tom shrugged. "I think he just realized how dumb this is."

Shelby nodded. "Nora played him?"

Tom shook his head. "Not really. He got in deeper than he thought he would. She's taking advantage of it. Like she knew he'd go too far."

Shelby looked confused. "How far did he go?"

Tom laughed. "Let's see, Shel, he's committed a kidnapping of two girls, raped one, had the other killed after she was raped. I think he's gone too far."

Shelby sighed. "You raped Mandy before you killed her?"

Tom was silent several moments. "She was going to die from your wounds," he said quietly.

Shelby nodded. "Really, he didn't do any of those things. You guys did," she said, referring Tom, Kenneth, and the other henchmen.

Tom shook his head, taking Shelby's left hand in his right hand. "He fucked the Shay girl six ways to Sunday. He totally lost it."

Shelby cocked her head to the side, eyes back on Nevel through the window of the parlor of his suite. "Oh," was all she said. Tom pulled her close. "This is my last job, Tom," she told him as he wrapped her in his arms. "I hate this shit."

Tom snorted. "You just cursed, Shelby."

Shelby breathed in deep and sighed mightily. "I don't work for the fucking Bakery anymore, Tom. I'm just a regular girl thug running around beating up other girls from the real world because someone has a grudge against them." She pulled his arms around her tighter. "Come with me?" She posed it as a question with a lilt at the end of the sentence, but she meant it more as a command. She wasn't sure he'd be okay with that, though.

Tom kissed the top of her head, remaining silent as they studied their boss and benefactor while he stared off into the sky.

Nora held the heavy chain in her hands, studying the free-standing Carly, now mostly recovered from the kick to the head. She looked so iCarly, wearing a bandana round her neck, and a denim jacket that Nora envied, and the must-have cowboy hat. The hat made Nora grin, a nice auburn leather, but with ridiculous pink edging. So iCarly.

Nora felt the links in the chain as she played it between the fingers of both hands. She wanted to tell Carly about how they'd done this to her, how they chained her up, abused, and beat her. She thought about it everyday since, and the anger and degradation weighed in everything she'd done since. She waved Carly to her, and the girl stepped forward. Carly was fully compliant after the kick to her skull, and Nora was pleased. Her full obedience would make the binding easier to complete, if not quite as emotionally satisfying.

"On the floor," Nora said quietly. Carly lay down. Nora set the chain aside, picked up the cuffs she'd removed from her wrists earlier and twirled them briefly before stepping up to the hands wavering in the air above the web video star. She whipped a cuff around the left wrist, then pressed hard to close the cuff. Carly whimpered. Nora looked and saw the skin pinching up around the cuff. She nodded, took Carly's right hand, and slapped that cuff into place. Carly made a small noise again, and Nora paid her no mind. She picked up the chain, and wrapped an end around the bracelet connecting the two cuffs. "Up," Nora said. Carly rolled onto her side and pushed herself up. Nora nodded at her. "You know, Carly, Nevel said you'd never play along." She saw Carly's eyes widen at the mention of Nevel Papperman's name. She had seen some of what Nevel did, what he instructed of his nasty group of thugs to do. She understood Carly's fear. But, she wanted to replace that fear. "But, you know how to be a good girl." She leaned in close to Carly, kissed her on the cheek, and said darkly, "At the end, you'll finally be a very good girl."

Nora pulled the chain tight and snarled, "Lift your arms." Carly obeyed immediately. Nora didn't smile outwardly, but inside, she felt a bit of self-respect building. She walked around Carly, pulling the chain through her armpit, around her back, over her shoulder blades, and then the other armpit. She leaned in, grinning a little, and sniffed Carly's underarm. Carly side-eyed Nora at this and Nora just shrugged. Nora pulled the chain above Carly's breasts, then under the first armpit again, under her shoulder blades, the other armpit, and under her small breasts. She pulled as tight as she could, which pronounced Carly's small endowment. She heard Carly wince as the chain bit into her even through the three layers of clothes she had been adorned with atop. Nora nodded, "Yeah, this hurts. More if you have ta-tas like mine." Nora grabbed one of her own breasts. She stared at Carly, who was weeping quietly, and said nothing.

She continued wrapping the chain around Carly, twice around her thin stomach. She paused, considered the amount of chain she had. She had plenty of length, she could see from the pile she pulled from, and said sternly, "Arms down. Spread your legs." Carly shook her head. Nora tilted her head, and without emotion, repeated, "Spread your legs." Carly put her arms down, her hands in front of her, cuffed together, and she wondered if she could get in a good enough strike to bring Nora down. Nora seemed to know what she was thinking, sliding to the side, while kicking Carly's left foot away from her right foot. "Spread 'em." She eyed Carly's hands, saw them form fists, and then whispered, "If you try to hit me, Carly Shay, I won't leave anything for Shelby to murder."

Carly shook her head, and spread her legs a little further apart than her shoulders.

Nora pulled the chain from behind Carly, between her legs, so the chain seemed to sprout from a spot in her lower lumbar region and extended from her crotch. Nora wrapped the chain over one thigh, back through between her legs, and over the other thigh. She pulled tight and Carly cried into the gag which Nora suspected must be soaked by now. Nora inspected how the chain laid along her crotch, and pushed each of the two braids into her hip sockets. She then kicked one foot to center, then the other. She pulled hard on the chain and Carly screamed through the muffle. "Perfect."

Nora found the cuffs that had been on Carly's ankles and studied them briefly. "Damn, this won't hurt enough," she said quietly. She knelt in front of Carly, trying to determine where she could cuff the girl while keeping her boots on. She looked up at Carly, remembering a moment ago that the web star turned Italian lesbian singer babe had been considering hitting her. She backed away and said, "Lie down."

Carly's eyes asked how.

Nora thought for a moment. "Oh, I know!" She then swept Carly's legs out from under her. Carly thudded to the floor and groaned. The cowboy hat fell off her head, but Nora knew replacing it would be simple enough. "God, I'm enjoying this."

Shelby sipped from a wine glass that Nevel had poured for her. "Oh, that's pretty good, Nevel."

Nevel was Nevel about it. "Of course it is! I drink only the best!" He sat and studied his mercenary. "So, you wanted to discuss something?"

She took a longer swig. "I want out, Nevel."

Nevel gave her a sidelong glance. "Losing your taste for it?"

"Don't see the need. I've done some shitty stuff and I'm kinda tired of it."

Nevel reeled. "There you go with the language again!"

Shelby shrugged and took another sip. "You aren't in the Bakery anymore, Nevel. Why not let it go?"

Nevel pondered the suggestion, then leaned in his chair toward her. "Aren't I in the Bakery, Miss Marx?" He looked all around the room. "The Bakery made all of this possible. It made Carly Shay famous. It made me infamous. It made you a fighter."

Shelby leaned forward herself. "Way I see it, that all ended half a decade ago." She eyed him closely. "When that cunt went to Italy, we were all done."

"Such language!" Nevel snickered. "You're right about one thing: the Shay girl is a cunt."

"There it is," Shelby said quietly.

Nevel continued, "But, I didn't die when she left the US, and neither did you. I mean, I spent time in an asylum. I escaped thanks to that absolute loon in the dungeon with Carly now." He took a long gulp of his wine. "And I've been building up my empire ever since."

Shelby shrugged. "Don't you get tired of it? Being a snotty, little asshole that no one likes?"

Nevel shook his head. "Au contraire, ma sœur!" He laughed at his poor pronunciation, but she didn't understand him. "This is exactly what I was meant to do, to harass people and frustrate them. Sure, I'm supposed to lose to the likes of Carly Shay and Sam Puckett, but every losing streak comes to an end eventually."

Shelby sighed. "Well, I'm done after the Shay thing, Nevel. I don't want to see you or your army again after this."

Nevel leaned back in his chair. "Your choice, Miss Marx."

She found his sudden relent mildly alarming, but she didn't want to fight him on it. It had been her goal after all.

"Great vino," she said as she rose and walked to the door.

He sighed deeply and waited for the door to close behind her. He called to the air, "Thomas!"

Tom stepped from an alcove in the hallway just out of view. "Yes, sir."

Nevel looked at him closely. "Your girlfriend wants out."

"Yes."

Nevel stood and approached Tom confidently, knowing that the next words might go down like a lead balloon, that Tom might crush his windpipe if he wanted, but Nevel said the words anyway. He didn't question Tom's loyalty. "After the Shay girl is gone, Marx must go."

Tom nodded. "Yes, sir."

"You understand?" Nevel said, his voice lilting with the patronizing tone it always did.

Tom nodded. "Yes, Mister P. After Miss Marx eliminates Miss Shay, I eliminate Marx."

Nevel smiled broadly. He patted Tom on the bicep. "Good man."

Nevel walked past him, toward the veranda again. As he stepped into the summer air, he muttered to himself, "This all is such crass and terrible matter." As he stepped onto the veranda in the Italian summer air, an idea popped into existence. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!" He exclaimed with a villainous snicker.

Carly Shay lay on the floor, hands and feet in the air, bound together, her body wrapped in chains. Nora had secured the cuffs as tightly as possible around the boots, and wrapped chain over Carly's thighs, knees, and calves. There was just enough chain remaining on the loop to brace the ankle cuffs to the wrist cuffs. She stood over Carly, who was visibly agonized by her position as a pig ready for a hot fire, and smiled. "Sucks, doesn't it?" Nora asked.

Nevel entered the room suddenly. "Oh, Nora, that's just delicious!"

Nora laughed. "I was just thinking we should put her over a fire."

Nevel looked at Carly and leaned over her face. "You should have been better, Carly Shay."

Nora stepped close. "She's the Idiot Farm Girl Who Thought Chains Were a Racecar." Nevel and Nora laughed riotously. Nora sighed after a long belly laugh. "Can you have the boys take pictures and get her ready for Shelby? I'm pretty tired and ready to go home."

Nevel grunted affirmatively. "What do you mean, 'home'?"

Nora looked Nevel over briefly. "Back to Seattle. Back to my mother and father."

Nevel shook his head. "That's impossible," he said. "They'll arrest you again. You're a wanted woman."

Nora shrugged. "I'm tired, and I'm about to get what I wanted." She looked at Nevel and suggested, "Aren't you? Getting what you wanted?"

Nevel shrugged. "I don't know. Ask me after Shelby rearranges Carly's insides and there's Carly blood all over the floor in every room of the house."

Nora put her hand on Nevel's shoulder and said sincerely, "She was never going to like you. You were right to make her suffer." She drew in a deep breath. "I'm glad you did what you did." She kissed Nevel's cheek. "It kinda turned me on." She turned away and left the room.

Nevel watched her leave and pouted briefly. Then he thought he'd share his latest fail-proof idea with the bound and soon-to-be-dead Carly Shay. He hovered over Carly's face, sneering at her as he spoke. "When Shelby Marx kills you, and I kill her, I'm going to replace her." He spat in Carly's face the next words. "With Sam Puckett!"

Carly's eyes went wide.

Nevel laughed loud and long and stood over his arch-nemesis for the second time this night, feeling superior in every way, with every bit of physical evidence supporting that feeling. He thought briefly of urinating on the helpless slut, but didn't think he had a full enough bladder to make it worth it.

Shelby saw Nora in the hallway, her head down, her shoulders sunken. "Dershlit," Shelby said. Nora looked up and smiled.

Nora stiffened and took on her more confident stance. "Miss Marx! I have her ready for you to pound to absolute dirt," she said enthusiastically. "I'm really looking forward to seeing how she fights tied up like a stuck pig!"

Shelby cocked her head. "She can't?"

Nora laughed, "I know! I just want you to torture her for as long as you can!"

Shelby nodded. "Okay…" They were about even with one another when Nora suddenly leapt at Shelby and pushed her to the wall. "What the hell!?"

Nora's eyes were crazy, fiery, furious. "You have to make her suffer, Shelby Marx! You have to beat her till you're hurting. Do you understand?"

Shelby was an electric wire, buzzing. She shifted under Nora's weight and grip, readying herself to take Nora down. "I don't, honestly." Nora relented, taking a step back.

"I'm sorry, Miss Marx, I just want this to end."

Shelby nodded and straightened her sweatsuit. "We all do, Nora. But I don't understand why you hate her so much. Why you want her dead."

Nora shrugged. "She and her friends made me suffer."

Nora started to walk away when Shelby grabbed her. "And she hasn't suffered tonight?"

Nora shook her head. "She can never be made to suffer as much as I have," she said sadly, and she walked away, retreating into the head down, shoulders hunched bundle that Shelby first saw.

Shelby watched her walk away, suddenly determined to end more than just the person she's been hired to end.

When Shelby entered the room at the end of the hallway where they were keeping Carly, she saw Nevel Papperman sitting in a chair, masturbating furiously while staring at a hogtied and chained Carly Shay. Shelby gulped and stopped dead in her tracks. Nevel either didn't notice or care that she'd entered the room. He was muttering a refrain over and over, but Shelby couldn't make out the words. She studied Carly from the doorway.

Her whole body, save her face and head, was wrapped tight in chains. She thought she could make out where teh clothes failed, and had been torn by the firmly applied chains. Whoever did this meant for her to be in pain even when she was unchained.

Nevel groaned loudly and shouted a curse at Carly. He got up, walked over to Carly, and shook his hand till the goo slipped off into her hair and eyes. He leaned all the way down, and wiped his palm across her cheek.

Shelby was certain Carly would not be the only person to die this day as she watched him smear his semen over her face. "Nevel!" Shelby called out.

Nevel shot an angry look over his shoulder at Shelby. "You're just in time, Miss Marx. I think we're ready for her dispatching," he said.

Shelby nodded. "I thought you wanted me to fight her," she said. "I can't fight her like this."

Nevel looked at Shelby, his eyes dark and very obviously tired. "I just want her dead now," he grumbled. "As does Nora."

Shelby shrugged. "Have the boys bring her to the octagon, for your viewing pleasure."

Nevel nodded obsequiously. "Of course."

He left the room.

Shelby leaned over Carly's hogtied body and looked at her face. She had bruises and tears and a few cuts on the exposed portions of her face. Shelby tugged at the duct tape, and Carly's eyes welled up as she pulled the gag from her mouth. "Oh my god, Shelby!"

"Shh," Shelby put a finger to her lips. "I'm going to put this back in place, but I wanted you to get a say before I say what I'm here to say."

"Okay," Carly whispered.

"They want me to murder you," Shelby told her. "I hurt Mandy real bad, and they killed her the rest of the way." She sighed. "If I don't kill you, they'll do it, and then they'll kill me."

Carly spat exasperatedly, "Then let's get out of here!"

Shelby considered the idea momentarily. "Not from here," she said. "And you'll need to fight to get out, Carly. Way better than you did when you and I fought way back when."

Carly nodded. "Yes, please! I just wanna get out of here!"

Shelby nodded back. "I get it. They'll untie you and bring you to me. We'll work it out from there." Shelby began to stuff the gag back into her mouth. "I'm sorry, Carly." She breathed deep. "I feel like maybe just when I thought I was about to end this thing, it's all really about to start."

Tom stood on Carly's left side as she was lugged along into the room that had been established as the fighting room. A chain link fence ten feet tall had been placed around the plywood boxing ring that Shelby asked Nevel to build when he asked her to stay. Shelby was wearing a black leather sports bra, dancing around the ring as Carly was brought into the fight room. She wore fingerless gloves on her hands, a skin-tight burgundy red bike shorts. She loosened up before entering, but wanted to put on the appearance that this fight would happen.

She eyed Tom as he pulled Carly Shay, still in her Idiot Farm Girl getup, toward the entrance to the octagon. Nevel's voice echoed through the room from speakers he had built into the walls. "Welcome, all, to the very last fight of Carly Shay!" He chuckled audibly as he spoke.

Shelby glanced toward a window near the top of the room's wall, where she knew he and Nora would watch from. She waved toward the window when she thought Nevel saw her look up.

She hadn't told Tom what was coming. She didn't trust him to stay with her. She wanted to, but was afraid he'd turn on her. As he pulled the duct tape and gag from Carly's mouth, she wondered if she could actually fight him if she had to. Of course, she could fight him, but could she win? She had doubts.

Nevel proceeded to introduce the fighters, which Shelby ignored. She watched as Carly was poked and prodded into the ring. Shelby acted angry, acted like there was a beef between the two of them, like the first time they met in a ring similar to this one. Carly limped to the center of the ring, where Tom pantomimed the role of referee, as if there would be rules.

Tom being in the ring with them bothered Shelby immensely.

"Let the dying begin!" Nevel shouted into his microphone.

Shelby charged at Carly quickly, jabbed at Carly's midsection a couple times, then grabbed her shoulders and took her to the floor. She laid atop Carly, putting her mouth over Carly's ear. "I have to deal with Tom. I'll get you out, but once you're out, you're on your own." She lifted away from Carly and punched her twice sharply in the jaw. Carly screamed and scrambled to her feet. Shelby watched, mildly amused by the reaction.

Suddenly, though, Carly was on her, scratching her face, pulling her hair. Shelby understood she might be fighting best as she knew, but the fingernails were painful, and when Carly surprised her with a front kick to the temple, Shelby wondered if maybe there was a fight to be had.

Carly came at her again, and Shelby dodged her, tripped her, and leapt onto the fallen web star. "What are you doing?" Shelby whisper-yelled.

Carly growled loudly and wriggled an arm free from Shelby's weight, and somehow spun the pile so she was atop Shelby. Shelby was bewildered. Was she distracted by needing to get past Tom? Had she so underestimated Carly because she was such a little priss all those years ago.

When Carly connected a rather fearsome punch to Shelby's nose, she realized that Carly was meaning to survive, and not wait for Shelby to work her free. Shelby put a hand out to grab at Carly's inefficient, but not wholly ineffective, punch. She grappled Carly for a few seconds, before finding the leverage to push her over, and take the primary position again. She saw the wildness in Carly's eyes. She was unbound for the first time since arriving, and had suffered intensely. Of course she was going to fight now.

Shelby reeled back, aimed her shot for Carly's throat, but Carly managed to slide free long enough to avoid the throat shot. "That all you got?" Carly spat. She wormed free from Shelby and scrambled to her feet.

"Oh, that's a dumb idea," Shelby muttered. She reached for Carly's boots, snagged one, and pulled her down hard. As she once again took a position over Carly, driving one knee into Carly's thigh, pushing an elbow into the soft spot where Carly's liver was, she grew angry that Carly was fighting back.

"Kill her. Now." Tom's voice from the chain link wall was low, but defined.

Shelby went to bite Carly's ear. "Outta time, Shay." She bit her earlobe and Carly wailed, but she also threw her bony elbow into Shelby's ribs. Shelby wobbled off of her, stunned that Carly was still fighting. Before Shelby knew what was what, Carly had straddled her, and was punching as hard as her little fists could. Most of Carly's punches were light, as she was not particularly strong, and had bad form. "Come on now," Shelby insulted.

Then Carly landed a good punch to Shelby's nose. Shelby's eyes welled up immediately. And then Carly hit her in the throat. And Shelby couldn't breathe. Carly punched Shelby's chest over and over, probing for the solar plexus, moving lower along her abdomen as she punched. Shelby was just recovering from the throat punch when Carly found the right spot, and suddenly Shelby was unable to take in a breath. Carly screamed wildly as she rose.

"You can't beat me! I'm iCarly!" Carly raced toward the entrance to the ring, but Tom stepped up from behind her, wrapped his arms around her tiny body and lifted her into the air, shaking her violently.

Carly screamed and kicked. She called out to Shelby for help.

Shelby rubbed her eyes mostly clear as she stood. She saw Tom lifting Carly over his head, and smirked as he threw the tiny girl to the floor. She started to pat Tom's shoulder and thank for his support, but he took her hand as it touched him, and flung her feet over head into the fencing. Shelby landed wrong on the floor, and her right arm went numb. She looked up at Tom, who was redirecting his attention to Carly.

Carly was pulling herself to her feet when Tom grabbed her by the hair. "Boss wants you dead, stupid girl!" He said.

"Boss want dead?" Carly spat as he pulled her off her feet by her hair. "What are you, hulk?" She went silent when he tossed her across the ring simply by leveraging her ponytail against her, and using it as a lever with which to pull and toss.

She landed in a tired heap next to Shelby.

"What is going on, Shelby?"

Shelby shook her head as she pulled herself to standing. Her arm was still numb, and she figured this was it, then. Tom had been ordered to kill them both now, so that was his job. And Tom was nothing if not good at his job.

"He's going to kill us," Shelby said as the girls gathered themselves and stood together. "We have to fight him to stand a chance."

Carly, willful as ever, screamed, "Then let's fight!" Carly scrambled to her feet and howled. She watched Shelby slowly find her footing and noticed her arms hanging from her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Shelby shook her head. "No, not really." She gave a half-shrug. "I can't feel this arm," she indicated with a head nod, "and my boyfriend for the last eight months is going to kill me. Kind of a shitty day, to be honest."

Carly breathed in. "Fuck that," she said. "He still has balls, right?" Shelby gave her a quizzical glance and half-shrugged again. "You go low, kick 'em, grab 'em, bite 'em, whatever. I'll go high, gouge his eyes, okay?"

Shelby nodded. The girls glared at the behemoth across the ring, and both started at him, both screaming. As they approached, Shelby went into a slide, and stuck a leg up, aiming for Tom's crotch. Carly leapt into the air, hoping to get to Tom's head with at least her hands. Tom caught her, and jabbed her to the floor with a palm. He swept Shelby's attempt at his groin with a simple kick with his left leg, and she clattered into the chain wall. He started for Carly first, grabbing one of her arms and lifting her into the air.

The speakers screeched with Nevel's cry, "Snap her neck!" Tom fumbled her slightly, pulling her writhing body into his other hand, resituating his hands to close around her throat. She kicked and wailed and choked as he rammed his thumb into her neck. She gagged and kicked, and Tom watched her eyes flicker as the seconds ran to minutes. He lifted her over his head, a limp babydoll in his beefy hands, like a wrestler, and threw her nastily to the floor.

Shelby watched this all in abject fear. He'd just murdered Carly Shay, just strangled her to death, and she knew if she were lucky, he'd be as kind to her. She hoped that he would, but she doubted it. And as he lumbered toward her, his eyes bloodshot from the meth Nevel had him to do gear up for this fight, she knew she had only chance of surviving.

"You know he thinks you're dumb as a dog, right?" Shelby said, finding her feet, and her voice, and realizing that feeling had returned to her arm. "Why do you do things for him? He hates you. All of you."

Tom shrugged. "He pays me really well, and I have any woman I want. And when I'm done with them, I throw them out like trash."

Shelby's heart sank. She was the trash he referred to and this wasn't going to go well.

"Come on, Tom," she said, her voice wavering. "You don't want to throw me out. We were in love, weren't we?"

He charged faster than she knew how to handle, and she was in his arms, off the ground, faster than she could comprehend. He enveloped her in his tree trunk arms, and they were eye to eye. She could barely breathe, his squeeze was demonstrative. She gasped his name, and he pressed harder. She glared at him, could feel the crush of his hug in her ribs, thought she heard snapping. She tried to suck in a final breath, but it hurt too badly; she recognized the vacuum of a collapsing lung. She had one last thought.

She butted her head into his nose with all the strength she could muster, all that she had left.

He dropped her and growled. She lay in an immobile heap, and could do nothing when she grabbed her by the head with both hands. She tried to scream, but couldn't get the air to do it. He held her above the floor with one hand, and with the other, fist formed, he destroyed one side of her rib cage. She still couldn't scream. She couldn't breathe anymore. She hung there, in his hand, and could see the fist coming to her face. She closed her eyes.

Carly lay quietly on a small cot, pain in every part of her body. She opened her eyes. Nevel and Nora were hovering over her. Neither looked happy.

"Oh, look, Nora, she's finally awake," Nevel said in his pandering way.

Nora, perturbed, said nothing. She merely spat at Carly. Carly couldn't feel the spit hit anywhere but where some landed in her eyes.

"Are you surprised, Carly Shay, to still be alive?" He nodded. "We are. But, for some reason, you survived the beating Thomas gave you." He swallowed. "Your friend, Shelby, sadly, did not."

Nora spat again, and turned away. Carly couldn't see where she was headed, and couldn't move her gaze to follow.

With arms crossed, Nevel stood over Carly, imperious and superior. "You're wondering, I bet, what comes next." He glanced toward Nora, who was still in the small room, but standing by the doorway. "To be honest, so am I. Nora's in charge of what to do with you. I had you already, and if I'm very generous, you were meh." He chuckled.

He glowered over her, leaned in, and hissed, "This is what happens when the Bakery goes away, Carly Shay. We all become our worst selves." He got in closer. "I have Thomas looking for your friends, Freddie and Sam." He looked at Nora again. "She wants them to see what she's accomplished, destroying you."

Nora, from the doorway, whispered, "And then I'm going to kill all the iCarlies."

THE END?