<div align="center">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n0jly4Xe1qzmzymo1_500.jpg)</div><div align="center">Piper Jergens<br/>Female<br/>19<br/>Ons: Hair stroking/pulling, Spanking (bare hand, paddle, flogger, belts), Restraints, Electrical play, Choking, Scratching (nails, vampire gloves), Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Breath Control, Sensory Deprivation, Rope bondage/suspension, Masochism, Bruises, Clit Spanking, Clit pumping, Oral Sex (giving and receiving), Rough sex, Piercing, Light cutting. Hypnosis.<br/><br/>Offs: Anything that belongs in the toilet, Mutilation, Vore. Beyond that, if it seems iffy, pm and ask please. <br/><br/>Piper: She is calm and quiet so long as her environment is the way she has set it and prefers to stay away from others. The best way to calm her down is to give her a stack of books, a quiet room, and ice cream or a long, hot private shower. Due to her personality, she does not cope well in stressful/aggressive situations. If forced into them, she is immediately trying to placate and appease whoever is upset. Due to her history, she dislikes anything sexual.<br/><br/>Mona: She is the nymphomaniac and kleptomaniac. Anytime Piper is forced into sexual situation, Mona is the one who comes out. Calming her down usually involves her sating her desires - whatever they may be. Riling her up is easy - dominating her, rubbing against her, groping her, hair pulling, etc.<br/><br/>Danni: The guardian of the three, Danni is the pyromaniac. She is aggressive, can be manipulative, blunt and violent when it comes to protecting Piper/Mona. Calming her down once she is angry requires restraints/medications/solitary. Riling her up sexually is best done when she is in control and can inflict pain/humiliation on someone else. <br/><br/>Piper: Prefers no sexual contact/Retreats from it<br/>Mona: Bisexual<br/>Danni: Heterosexual<br/><br/>Turned over to the custody of Rosanam Sanitarium after being found mentally incompetent to stand trial for three counts of first degree arson. <br/><br/>Dissociative Identity Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Pyromaniac, Kleptomaniac<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>“Do not feel sorry for me. I do not need nor seek your pity, nor do I seek your understanding of the things I do, why I do them. You need to understand that I am not weak like Piper, in need of constant support and care. Nor am I as carefree and, hm, loving as Mona. <br/><br/>I do not care for you, I do not care for your help. I have taken care of Piper and Mona for nine years now, and while you sit to judge me of how I have taken care of them, I have done a good job. If you feel the need to express pity, then do so for the crap Piper endured at the hands of our mother. Not that such a word should be attributed to that bitch.<br/><br/>And do not sit there high and mighty judging what you do not know. Where were all of you when we were being abused? Where were you when we were locked into small closets for days on end to piss and crap ourselves, starve and sweat in the summer heat? Where were all of you when our mother would creep into whatever bed we were given to sleep in and started touching us, forcing us to do things? Where were all of you when we had to clean up our mother strung out on crank and meth? You were in your fancy homes with your perfect families. On your nice vacations in tropical locales, living the good life.<br/><br/>No, you know nothing of us and yet you sit there smug and self assured that you have the right to judge me for taking care of us. And now you ask Piper to tell you what has happened, seek to get her to tell you just how bad her life has been. Well, I tell you that Piper knows nothing. She couldn’t tell you more than what has been said time and time again. She doesn’t know what you are talking about and I will not allow her to know the things that happen.“<br/><br/>The cold, near emotionless voice playing through the ear buds stopped and the small recorder clicked off while he was still writing down notes from his appointment, forcing him to rewind and begin it again. There was no doubt that the young woman he had been called in to evaluate at the county retention center had severe mental issues, no doubt that what he had experienced was real and he couldn’t help but feel remorse that she had slipped through the cracks of the Child Protective Services. <br/><br/>Yet another listen of the recording before he finished, his professional opinion written into the file that would see the girl transferred into Rosanam Sanitarium by the following evening. At the very least, she would at least get treatment and care, which was the only silver lining the older doctor could find for this tragic story.<br/><br/><em>Accused suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder. Unfit to stand trial for the crimes accused of.</em><br/><br/>The last sentence was written down and then his name signed off before the folder was closed and set onto the edge of his desk for the secretary to take care of, a sigh given as he leaned back in his chair.<br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>“Piper Jergens, you have been charged with three counts of first degree arson and found mentally incompetent to stand trial. It is my ruling that you will be remanded to Rosanam Sanitarium for the term of thirty years with eligibility for release pending doctor approval.”<br/><br/>The gavel slammed down onto the wooden base with an echoing bang that sent the deputies into motion to collect the petite woman standing silent and staring in front of the bench. Whispering began at the back of the courtroom, reporters immediately beginning their jobs of relating the story to those who would read the newspapers and watch the news that evening, all of them commenting on the stiff, cold demeanor of the accused.<br/><br/>A nudge was given against the girl’s shoulder to get her moving, small feet pivoting briskly to allow them to lead while dark eyes stared straight ahead. No complaints, no protests of innocence, no show of remorse for the crimes committed. <br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>It was nearing nightfall when the police transport pulled up to the front of the gothic structure that would be home from here on out, the door opened as soon as the van was stopped so that the officer could help her out into the drizzling rain that fell onto new pavement.<br/><br/>A glance up of those dark eyes was given, a look at the newly renovated place before a gentle tug on her thin arm brought her head snapping around. “I can walk just fine you know.” Sharp words delivered in a cold, low tone sounded while her shoulder shrugged in an attempt to dislodge his hand, shackled feet beginning the walk up the steps to the door. <br/><br/>“Fine then. Welcome to your new home.” The words came as the double doors opened and two white coat orderlies stepped out, the transfer made as soon as the cuffs and shackles were removed, the deputies leaving her to be lead into the building that smelled of fresh paint and bleach.<br/></div>