Name : Taylor Ambrose<br/>Time : 5:00<br/>Location : Master Bedroom<br/>Target : Annabelle Ambrose<br/><br/>As her daughter  passes her speaking to her in a less than desirable tone, Taylor takes a deep breath. She closes the door rather quietly before crossing the room to come face to face with her daughter. Her expression, her eyes, cold, unforgiving, and very displeased. She gives nothing more away as her hands are by her side. Blinking several times before she raises one finger to her daughter’s nose, she finally addresses her. “Young lady, you are never to speak to me that way again. Is that clear? I have gone out of my way to help provide a life for you that  you should be proud of and have everything your heart desires. You will show me respect. I am not asking. I am demanding it, and you will give it to me. Have I made myself more than clear?”<br/><br/>She gives her daughter no time to respond before she turns her around forcefully. “Make no mistake. You will be punished for your ungrateful, rebellious attitude.” Her hands gently scoop her hair from her neck exposing the skin to Taylor’s eyes, an she drinks in the sight of her daughter. “Such beautiful skin. You must make sure to keep taking such excellent care of it.” She allows the hair to slowly cascade from her fingertips back down.  Her hands trace along her shoulders. “Make sure to keep them back. It keeps the back straight.” Taking a small step closer, her body only inches from her daughter’s ,  her hands roam around her sides to her chest. She whispers in her ear, “It also thrusts these forward for all to see,” as her hands lightly massage her breasts. “I know you’re concerned about them, but I assure you my child they are more than adequate.”   Bend over and place your hands flat on the bed.” She smiles as she speaks. Her lips graze Annabelle’s ear.  She wants more,  and she shall have her way. “I’ve been neglecting you little girl. No more. Tonight I show you that mother knows what is best for you. Now do as I say.”