<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">"Now why should I let you go if I have to administer punishment. You did this to yourself you know. I'm the nice one here for Heaven's sake. I'm not Yasibell. "She felt like the bully. "I'm not a bully or anything.....but you should already know how i get when you misbehave and do stupid stunts like what you just pulled on me with that stupid cross bow of yours."She huffed, her cheeks flushed from irritation, but she toned it down, gaining back her control. "Alright...now...for punishment."She tapped her chin, pacing infront of him as she debated. What would be good. There wasn't a point in beating the shit out of him, since Yasibell already did that and the Isolationg room was out of the question, since that arrow to the stomach was personal.<br/>
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"Perhaps....you would like to choose your own punishment?"She asked, looking at him innocently. "Unless, " she clapped her hands and two magazines appeared out of thin air, floating night beside her, "you would like to go through these magazines, listen to me rant and complain about the lastest fashion trends and hair do's and oh, take the What kind of guy is perfect for you quizzes. And have me point out every deatailed flaw on all the celebrities shown." She didn't even let him answer, just continued to speak, opening up one of the magazines to the second page, showing him celebrity woman in nice gowns. "Like this, oh man, you call this fashion. That dress was so last year. And that color. Salmon? Who wears that color? She lookes to pale for her own good." Amelia was already punishing him without really knowing it. Most straight men couldn't stand sitting there, listening to a woman rant about magazines and fashion.</span>