Something pragmatic, something playful.

Stacey needed insurance. She couldn’t have Megan endanger her newfound power by blabbing about her or the marker. As unbelievable as the truth seemed, her chest defied logical explanation and Stacey couldn’t take the risk.

Initially, she considered the prospect of muting the girl, but that would just paper over the cracks and create further intrigue around Megan. ‘Stacked and silent? She’d have to carry pepper spray to fend off the football team’ Stacey quipped internally, studying her captive canvass. ‘No, she’s so shy they probably wouldn’t notice. Also, she could still text, write, fucking mime…’ Stacey’s expression shifted from mischievous to genuinely frustrated.

She didn’t want to kill or paralyse the bitch, yet she didn’t want her getting off easy with something like a memory wipe… she wanted her humbled. Then, inspired by the prodigious mammaries rising like dough with each breath Megan took, she had an epiphany so satisfying that she might’ve said “eureka!” if it wasn’t so dorky.

Stacey’s dad would often say something about killing two birds with, like, one stone or whatever… but she was about to kill, like, infinite birds with two big fucking drone strikes.

Stacey took pleasure in the way Megan’s panicked pupils would change size as she approached, pen in hand.

First she focused on Megan’s ability to write. This would limit her communication, but more importantly, dismantle her motivation to reclaim the pen… let alone her ability to use it. With this in mind, in tiny letters, along the sole of Megan’s left foot:

Illiterate

And on the other foot, she addressed the shy girl’s speech. Not only to stop her talking about her or the marker, but to humiliate the defiant little bitch:

Only talks about her boobs

Stacey took a moment to assess her handiwork, but it lacked pizazz. She stared at her prey’s helpless expression and gleefully remembered her shame from earlier. The power was a ****. She couldn’t help but further toy with the girl. Curious if she could mandate language, she began her edit:

Only talks about her ‘tits’

Just the idea of Megan using such a word was tantalising enough for Stacey to be contented. She had places to be.