"I like option C where you go away and leave me alone to do my school work from here, or there's always option D where you go get me some real clothes, because that" she motioned to the uniform hanging all alone in the closet, "isn't an outfit but an insult, the only difference between being naked and wearing that is how ridiculous I'd look. At least naked I wouldn't feel like I'm dressed up like hooker barbie." She said her head at a slight tilt her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke.<br/><br/>"And if you try to put me in the clips again I swear to god I'll try to cause you as much pain as possible at every opportunity." She said with an evil smirk flicking her eyes down to make her meaning inescapable, "and in case you hadn't noticed 'consequences' don't mean much to me in persuit of goals. So what do you choose Goodfellow?" She asked mocking his methods crossing her arms over her chest looking arrogant as she sat there in a bed sheet her head held up looking as regal and in command as if she was some queen from long ago.<br/><br/>There was a pride in her eyes that flashed with defiance telling anyone who bothered to look that taming her wouldn't be quick and easy, but an endless battle of wills. Astrid's anger drove her, she felt betrayed, she made one friend and in hours had her ripped away, she knew she'd never look at Charolotte the same again. She's always remember Charolotte submissing and the fate that lurked ever waiting to grab her the moment she showed any weakness and it was all Goodfellows fault. Not literally but she'd been made to watch as he twisted Charolotte turning her into the very thing Astrid feared becoming.<br/><br/>"So what will it be Goodfellow?" She taunted her voice cruel and cutting as her anger got the best of her, "C or D? Consider your options rejected." She said with a smirk curling her lips making her look like she was looking down on him.