Allison – Strait Trial, qualitycontrol

"Allison, my sweet little practice dummy, we're going to have some fun today," the training diva says with a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with sadistic glee. She licks her lips, already imagining the delicious screams and pleas for mercy that will soon fill the room.

Grabbing Allison by the hair, she yanks her close, their faces mere inches apart."I'mgoing to break you, my dear. Shatter your mind and remake it to suit my twisted whims. By the time I'm done, you'll be nothing more than a gibbering wreck, begging for the sweet release of oblivion."

The diva's free hand reaches out, slender fingers dancing teasingly along Allison's trembling body. "Let's start with something simple, shall we? A nice, hard slap to the face. Just to wake you up and remind you who's in charge here."