Evellyn is left in the living room

Evellyn is unceremoniously dumped onto the carpet. Before she has a chance to wriggle back up Charlene securely ties her ankles together. Evellyn finds herself unable to rise, the plush surroundings starkly contrasting with the indignity of her situation. To make matters worse, Charlene takes the end of the leash and ties it to a metal coatrack on the wall, so that she cannot even crawl off.

Mocking laughter echoes through the room as Charlene circles her captive rival and crouches down beside her. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," she taunts, savoring the taste of triumph. ”A dog's leash suits you well, don't you think?"

”Mark my words, you’ll pay for this…” Evellyn growls from the floor.

”Oh my dear Evey, has no-one ever told you that barking dogs don’t bite?” Evellyn is unable to utter her barbed retort, before Charlene pinches her butt, leaving her to merely emit a squealed protest. Charlene pats her on the ass and gets up. Her eyes glitter with a malicious glee: "I'll be back shortly with some … ‘necessities’. Enjoy your stay on my carpet, Evey, you’ll need the rest.” Charlene gets up and departs the room, leaving her new pet wriggling on the floor.