Court of Wallace

The loud and aggressive Vanessa was taken into a small hallway. Stone walls mapped the small room, as a red carpet lead toward another set of doors. Vanessa was slammed onto a stone bench, and held in place by one of the guards. The other guard stepped through the next set of double doors, presumably to alert Miss Wallace about Vanessa. "You'll be fucking sued for this! Mark my---mpphhh!!!!"

"Shut up!" The guard yelled as he rammed a fabric gag into her mouth. The fabric was too large and swollen for Vanessa, which made it impossible to spit out. Her complaints had now been rendered useless. She was **** to sit in an angry silence and wait for the other guard.

After a few minutes, the guard came back in. "They're ready for her." He said as the two lifted Vanessa onto her feet and marched her through the doorway. If it weren't for the gag, Vanessa's jaw would have dropped. She was taken into a large and magnificent court room. Chandeliers dangled above wooden rows of seats for an audience. A red carpet lined all the way to the other side, where a magnificent throne shone before the occupants of the room.

Sat on the golden royal chair, was a large chubby woman. She had red curly hair, wild red makeup, and wore nothing but a see through red gown. The sight of this naked chubby woman made Vanessa want to puke. "Put the offending on the podium at once!" The woman demanded. "Yes your majesty..." The guards said in unison.

Vanessa was cuffed to the podium by her feet, so she didn't escape. "Do you know who I am?" The woman asked Vanessa. One of the guards removed her gag so she could speak. "Oh my god! That thing tasted vile! What is this place? Hell?" Vanessa yelled as saliva dribbled down her neck. "ANSWER ME!" The woman suddenly bellowed.

Vanessa glared at the woman. "I don't fucking know who you are, freak!" She yelled. "I am the great Miss Wallace, leader of this fine establishment, conqueror of carnivals, vanquisher of the tyranny that is rich! And you are?" Miss Wallace asked Vanessa, who raised her eyebrows in shock. "Wow, okay first of all, what a stupid name. Second of all, you should know who I am. I'm Vanessa Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair industries, famous supermodel, oh and I'm better than all of you combined!" She responded sassily.

Miss Wallace and the audience burst out into laughter, which only made Vanessa angrier. "Hey! Quit it! I'm serious!!" She yelled at them, she hated how they would not take her seriously. "Alright Vanessa, why are you here?" Miss Wallace asked her.

"Because a fucking clown stole my briefcase and ran into here, I needed to get my stuff back so I--"

"So you told my guards you'd been naughty? Doesn't make much sense to me." Miss Wallace interrupted her.

"Wait no! Let me finish! The clown was gonna--"

"Bring in the witness!" Miss Wallace yelled and cut Vanessa off again. The former CEO growled, she hated being interrupted...