"Shut up and sit there."

The words fly from your mouth like a blessing from above. Months of tension and repressed hostility exit in a single commanding statement. Ashley attempts to open her mouth, but nothing comes out. In a panic, she attempts to stand up and move away, but her legs wont respond to anything.

Her once prideful eyes are filled with panic, and she looks at you with both anger, and delicious delicious trepidation.

"I have listened to your taunts for too long, little slut." You say, the familiar words that play out in your dreams now finally stated as you wish for everyone in the restaurant to ignore you and Ashley. "You have ran your mouth at one too many people for my liking" You continue, drinking in the angry face she presents you as she struggles to get up. "So from this day forth, you are going to use that mouth for something useful."

You look around at the crowded fast food place. From your position you can see only about two other tables, both occupied by chatting families and their young'uns. You specifically chose this seat for maximum privacy, inadvertently giving yourself plenty of room for "activities"

Mentally willing it, you make a few more changes to the place. In an additional blink, you widen the wall that blocks you from the rest of the joint, the only way in a simple maze that only serves to block sight. You remove the table and turn the seat your sitting in into a very comfortable recliner. You smile as you purge the memories of making the alterations from Ashley, turning her confused horror back into confused anger. She still sits in the seat from before, her white tee shirt and her long pants now slightly stained with the sweat from her exertion.

"I am going to lay back." You narrate as you pull a lever, the chair kicking out its foot rest as you lay at an obtuse angle. You head can still see over your entire form however. You sigh in content as you order her to...