Avabelle was definitely not best impressed as Gracely, who she thought was doing so well, made some stupid attempt at trying to resist and even get this other one she'd paid for to follow suit. Fury burst on to her face and in to her eyes. She preferred Gracely appearance wise so she made her mind up quick enough. “Get her out and in my doll room, grab this other one and get her in those shackles!” she screamed. Her face had no warmth on it now, no smiles, no pretend happiness, just rage. The mannequins moved quickly to obey. Their movements were stiff but surprisingly quick. One would move to the newest slave and grab her arms. She struggled against the thing but seemingly with little effort she was forced out of the room screaming and up the stairs. The door was shut by Avabelle as the other faceless thing moved just as swiftly to Gracely. It aimed to grab her hands and would continuously try until it succeeded. If she tried to push or attack it she'd notice it was rock solid and incredibly heavy, standing firm and unflinching from either. The other thing she'd notice is their remarkable strength, once it had a hold of her it's grip was ironclad and unyielding. It forced her hands in to position and it was Gracely's Mistress that fastened them in.<br/><br/>The doll maker glared with murderous eyes at Gracely's face as she hung in the contraption. The mannequin was still stood close though at her command it had backed off a little. “I warned you, you little bitch, what do I have to do for you to behave? I don't feel like shocking you now...” she then slapped her face a lot harder than she'd done before, so much her hand tingled and turned red. She then moved forward to grip a hold of her throat and put pressure on it enough so that she'd struggle to breathe. She then turned to her expressionless guard and said “Hit her!”. The thing reacted and obeyed it's creators command. It moved close again and closed it's heavy hand in to a fist. It then plunged it forward to slam in to Gracely's midriff.<br/>“Hit her” came the command again. Once more the white fist ploughed in to the girls stomach.<br/>“Hit her! Hit her Hit her Hit her Hit her!” Avabelle began to sing with a sick pleasure flooding through her. Each time she said it the thing delivered a blow. The girl got louder and louder until she gave one last “HIT HER!” to which her follower landed the hardest one yet. Gracely's neck was released and Avabelle's long nails clawed down the front of her slave and over her breasts leaving long red lines. Avabelle was breathing heavily by the end of it and seemed to have vented her rage, her usual expression was back on her face. She hadn't wanted to hurt Gracely much tonight, that wasn't why she'd been brought here at all but... she lost her temper.<br/>“There there, you've got to stop doing that. I don't know what to do with myself when people upset me, you don't want me being upset do you? I seem so uncivilised when people make me do that” she said in a low tone as if the only thing wrong with what just happened was the fact she hadn't seemed civil.