After a incredibly long time Veruca got up and looked over your nearly flatten self with a cool smirk "Tut,tut it seems you're still alive barely for a new toy of mine you did better than I hoped you would..." As she painfully peeled you off of the chair you were now stuck to it seemed "Please...please..." You moaned weakly and sorely "I just want to go home..."the giant spoiled rich British girl just laughed coldly "But you are home! You belong to me now and forever what did I tell you when we first arrived to my mansion? You're never going to see your parents again now that I know you're able to take a considerable amount of torture let's play a new game shall we?" She grinned sweetly but you cry out "No,no I don't want to!" She screams angrily your ears are ringing from utter pain from the blast of her voice "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT ITS WHAT I WANT THAT MATTERS AND RIGHT NOW I WANT TO PLAY A NEW GAME WITH MY TOY...now let's play...."
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