<strong>Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>Melody looked at Marco as he said such lies about her. She was tossed here, not of her own free will. He offered her a meal, and then manipulated her somehow to need to drink.<br/><br/>"But I didn't- I'm not- please, make it stop." Melody closed her eyes and began to cry, a vision of her own tongue in her sights. "Oh god, oh god," she sobbed. Why, why would they do this to her? She never drank, never made a slob of herself, her clothes were becoming dark and tight and some spots were see through. Now this! She could see the inside of her own mouth!<br/><br/>Melody's mind was ready to snap, the poor fragile angel had endured so much abuse from her family, now she was in the hands of monsters. She was absolutely to the point of terror. Melody shook and sobbed, she was no lush, she ha always been a good girl. Even as she was brought  to this place, she had done what she was told. All she wanted to know was why, why her, why they were doing this.<br/><br/>Melody's heart and spirit were broken, the entire mouth thing freaked her out. Maybe she was going crazy, then she felt her dress get tighter yet. She looked down and saw her small pert breasts enlarge immensely. She covered her face, salty tears on her cheeks, "Please, please, I'm begging. What have I done to deserve this?" she was turning into her own carnival freak show and had no idea why this trio would do this to her. She kept her face covered, trying to block the vision of her tongue and throat, nearly ready to crack mentally.<br/><br/>She had been through hell at home, ignored then beaten from time to time, now this. If she had the strength, she would have reached for a knife right then and there and slit her own wrist to end her terrible nightmare.