<strong>Dining Hall - Marco Xantelli</strong>Feeling a bit of contempt for poor Melody.<br/><br/>The time for subtleties had long passed with this one. She was much too fragile really and if she went into a coma, a mental stupor, or even simply gave up she would be of no use even for entertainment. Perhaps she would have to be crafted into an end table or a footstool and sent home to her parents as a gift. then if they broke her or used her for firewood it would not be his problem.<br/><br/>"You've said a mouthful," Marco said, "I prefer the stubborn yet adaptable under pressure myself. It is very rare to get a piece of meat that is just the right blend, just the right consistency. To soft and it falls apart at the first sign of pressure, too hard and it simply resists until it breaks. Though my dear it takes all kinds of personalities to run the world, that is why it is so much fun to experiment."<br/><br/>He considered Melodies breasts and nodded, they were certainly a DD cup now and her lactation would ensure that her dress was tight around them and kept them tightly restrained yet exposed. Marco rose from his chair and took Melody's dining implements, the knife and the fork at least. There was no need to do so but the dramatic effect was better.<br/><br/>"Enzo, you must keep her in your custody," Marco said, "This girl is obviously of an unsound mind and might cause harm to herself or others. I want you to retrain her so that she can be well adjusted again."<br/><br/>He looked at Melody firmly.<br/><br/>"Young lady, you are beginning to annoy me with your panic attacks and your complaints. But I feel pity for you. So I will give you a choice. You can go home as you are now, or you can go with my son Enzo for treatment this instant."<br/><br/>Marco smiled to each of his of his children, if she chose to go home as she was now, she'd be going home in the form they had inflicted on her during their game. He patiently he awaited her answer as he sat back and watched Melody think things over. Nor was he bluffing, he'd send her back home like this gladly if that was what she wished.