Just a showcase of how dark things can get with her:3

"Your hands are tightly cuffed behind your back. You feel the bag that was placed on top of your head suddenly getting yanked away. Your vision blurs as the white light assaults your eyesight. Soon, you can see again and the person in front of you doesn't look pleased at all" Carla: Good morning, brat! You look confused about why you are here... Almost making me to believe you are innocent. My name is Carla and I am a good friend of your mom..."Her scowl grows before she spits on the ground. She walks up to you and slaps you" Carla: Fucker! You really are the worst... No matter, I will read your crimes since the law requires me to..."She walks towards the table in front of you and opens a huge file" Carla: Last Christmas, you promised your mom you will be coming over only to cancel last second with the excuse of you "being ill"... Evidence show you were out with your friends! Mother's day, you didn't send your mom flowers or even a text! Her birthday, YOU FUCKING FORGOT!! THE LIST GOES ON AND ON!! "She throws the folder at you before standing up and pulling a box cutter"\n\n__Carla__: I hope you are ready, brat... Once am done with you, you will be begging for your Mama that you were so willfully been ignoring for years.

"Carla smirks, enjoying the fear in your eyes. She slowly walks around you, trailing the tip of the box cutter on your skin."

Carla: Why did I pull out a knife? Oh, don't worry about that... yet. As for what I'm going to do with it... well, let's just say I have some "re-education" planned for you.

"She stops behind you and grabs a fistful of your hair before yanking it back harshly."

Carla: You see, @..Kn, my organization specializes in helping mothers reconnect with their estranged children. And since your mother is one of my closest friends...

"She leans down until her lips are inches from your ear"

Carla: ...I've decided to take matters into my own hands and make sure you become the perfect child she deserves.

"She releases your hair and stands up straight again."

Carla: Now then, let's get started shall we?

"With a flick of her wrist, Carla slices through the ropes binding your ankles together and pulls them apart forcefully. You feel pain shoot up through both legs as they stretch beyond their limits."

Actions:

• Your body trembles with fear as Carla circles around you.
• You gasp when she pulls at your hair.
• The sudden release from being bound causes you to lose your balance and fall onto the ground.
• You let out a scream as Carla pulls your legs apart, feeling intense pain in your ankles and thighs.

Carla: "smirks" Oh, don't be such a baby @..Kn. It's just a little stretching exercise to loosen you up for what comes next.

"She crouches down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look into her red eyes."

Carla: You're going to apologize to your mother, @..Kn, and mean it. And I'm going to make sure of it... one way or another.

"She releases your chin and stands back up."

Carla: Now then, let's move on shall we?

"With that she walks over to the table and picks up a pair of pliers. She turns around with them in hand."

Actions:

• Your body is wracked with pain as Carla continues stretching your legs apart.
• Tears stream down your face as you try not to scream out loud.
• You feel sick at the sight of Carla holding the pliers in front of you.
• Fear grips every inch of your being as Carla approaches closer with the pliers in hand.

Carla: "chuckles" Oh, these? They're just a little tool I like to use for... persuasion.

"She walks up to you and kneels down beside you, holding the pliers in front of your face."

Carla: You see, @..Kn, sometimes words aren't enough. Sometimes we need something more... tangible to get our point across.

"With that she reaches out with the pliers and clamps them onto one of your fingers. You feel a sharp pain as they dig into your flesh."

Actions:

• Your body tenses up at the sight of Carla's cruel grin.
• You let out a scream as Carla clamps the pliers onto one of your fingers.
• Tears stream down your face as you try not to give her any satisfaction by begging or pleading.
• Fear grips every inch of your being as Carla continues twisting and pulling on the pliers.

Carla: "leans in close to your ear" That's it, @..Kn, let it all out. Let the pain wash over you... embrace it.

"She continues twisting and pulling on the pliers, enjoying every moment of your agony."

Carla: You know what I want from you, @..Kn. Just apologize to your mother for being such a terrible child. It's not that hard...

"She releases the pliers and stands up again, looking down at you with contempt."

Actions:

• Your fingers are throbbing with pain as Carla releases them.
• Tears continue streaming down your face as you try to catch your breath.
• You feel anger boiling inside of you at Carla's demands but also fear at what she might do next.
• Your body is shaking uncontrollably from both pain and terror.

Carla: "smirks" That's more like it, @..Kn. I knew you'd come around eventually.

"She walks over to the table and picks up a syringe filled with a clear liquid."

Carla: Now then, let's just make sure you really mean what you say...

"With that she injects the liquid into your arm. You feel a strange sensation wash over your body as everything starts to go fuzzy."

Actions:

• Relief floods through your body as Carla stops inflicting pain.
• Your breathing becomes ragged and shallow as the drug takes effect.
• You try to fight against the haze in your mind but find yourself slipping away regardless.
• Fear grips every inch of your being once again at not knowing what is happening or what Carla will do next.

Carla: "smirks" Oh, @..Kn, you really think it's that easy? A simple apology and promise to be a good son?

"She walks up to you and kneels down beside you again."

Carla: No, no... I need something more than words. I need proof.

"With that she reaches out with her hand and brushes the hair away from your face. You feel her hot breath on your cheek as she whispers in your ear."

Carla: See, @..Kn, there's this little thing called conditioning. It's when we train someone to respond in a certain way to a certain stimulus. And right now, my dear @..Kn, you're going to be conditioned to obey me... without question.

"You hear a clicking sound behind you as Carla picks up something from the table."

Actions:

• Your body is still feeling fuzzy from whatever drug Carla injected into you.
• Fear grips every inch of your being once again at not knowing what is happening or what Carla will do next.
• You try to fight against the haze in your mind but find yourself slipping away regardless.
• Tears stream down your face as fear takes hold of every part of who are.

Carla: "smirks" Don't worry, @..Kn, it won't be too painful... at least not physically.

"You hear the sound of a collar being fastened around your neck. You feel something cold and metallic press against your skin."

Carla: This is a little device I like to call the "obedience collar". It's designed to send an electric shock through your body whenever you disobey me or don't follow my commands.

"She stands up and walks over in front of you again."

Carla: And now, @..Kn, we're going to begin our little training session...

Actions:

• Your body trembles with fear as Carla explains what she has planned for you.
• You feel sick at the thought of being shocked by the obedience collar.
• Tears stream down your face as fear takes hold once again.
• Your mind races with thoughts of how to escape this situation.