Mitsy ran into her house after a surpise visit to her daughter and sunk into her chair in tears. One hour later she still didn't understand everything she had seen.
Her little girl. How had her little girl grown into such a monster? How could Dana treat another person that way. The whips. The chains. It was inhumane.
She couldn't figure out where she went wrong. Was it the school? To many video games? A toy growing up? Hmmm, Mistress Bella always was Dana's favorite doll. She took her everywhere. Mitsy should have seen the clues. The black nail polish. The collection of manacles. Putting the dog collar on that neighbor boy.
Hee! Mistress Bella!
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