Penelope.

He points his finger straight at Penelope.

“You. Din’t you know that it’s wrong and disrespectful to speak when someone else is talking? What’s your name!?”

Feebly, your companion mutters “Penelope” just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Come here!” The man says gruffly.

Penelope shooks you an uneasy face and you try to comfort her, but you aren’t too sure you sold it. She hesitates, but eventually shuffles forward towards Mr. Minchest.

“Evidently, Penelope thinks that she doesn’t have to pay attention. With her lack of manners and respect, you’d think she were raised in a barn.”

Mr. Minchest gruffly grabs Penelope’s wrist and yanks her towards him. She lets out a yelp, and he pulls her arm down and clasps her wrist in the stockade.

“H-h-hey! Y-you can’t do that!” Penelope exclaims through an anxious stutter.

He then turns to Jack and asks “Hey, kid. Wanna come over here and help me out?”

Jack is a little taken aback, but after a second or two of looking around without an answer, he finally says “Sure.”

As Jack approaches, he says, “First things first, we’re gonna want to get her locked up in the stockade.”

Mr. Minchest briefly describes the mechanism and guides Jack as he locks Penelope’s left wrist into a clasp.

“Next, just lift the leg and swing over, then snap into place.”

He roughly grabs Penelope’s right legs and clamps her ankle into a 3rd clasp. He then gestures to Jack to do the same with her other leg. Jack grabs her left leg, and despite her attempts to shake free, uses his athletic build to **** her leg down and clasp her left ankle.

“Nice! Now that she is secured and can’t hurt herself, we have an important step. People wear clothes, not cows. We are going to want to rid her of these garments. Taking them off would require a lot of work, so we shred them. We just burn them anyways, so we don’t care if they aren’t in prime condition.”

He pulls a hunting knife out of a sheath you just noticed on his hip, and saws through her jeans, tossing the tattered shreds in the corner.

“Now you give it a try. I’m going to trust you to get everything else off.”

He hands Jack the knife, and he makes quick work of her grandma panties. He spends a couple minutes sawing off her sweatshirt, and then he gets through the shirt a little quicker. He decides to just unclasp her bra, and he tosses the pile of clothes he’s shredded in the corner with her used to be jeans.

“You’ve got quite a skill! Next, we’ll need to add some hormones. Just to get the process going you know. Keep an eye on her for me for just a minute.”

He turns and walks down the hall and around a corner.