"Punished?!" Kim exclaims, "It's my life! I can't stay out as late as I want and I can dress how I want!" She can't believe her bitchy sister's power trip.
"We'll see about that!" replies Jenny, taking her sister's hand, and gripping it with vice-like pressure.
Kim fights Jenny's tugs, but her sister has always been taller and stronger than she. "Where are you taking me?" Kim cries.
"To the bathroom," Jenny says, coldly.
"Why?"
Jenny turns and stares with blazing red eyes at the eighteen-year-old brat. "If you're going to dress like a dirty, filthy whore," she explains, "then I'm going to have to wash you! Now let's go!"
Jenny stomps her way up the stairs, still refusing to release Kim from her vice-like grip. Kim tugs and resists, dragging her feet any way that she can. But her fight is in vain, and she is unable to release her hand from her sister's. She noisily notes the bruises developing on her wrists as they go.
"You're hurting me! Stop it!"
"Then cooperate!" Jenny counters.
The incongruous pair make it into the bathroom, where Kim is surprised to see that a bath has already been drawn. It is fresh, too, still steaming from the piping hot water. Kim turns to her sister. "W-what is this?" she stammers.
Jenny finally lets her sister go, but she is careful to close and lock the door. "Looks like there's no getting out of here now" thinks Kim. Meanwhile, her sister watches her intently, a small suspicious smile developing on her scowled face.
"Get out of those clothes," Jenny orders. Kim figures this to be some sort of joke, but Jenny never laughs. Feeling her injured wrist, Kim decides that she'll play along momentarily. She was planning to wash up after that party anyway.
"You know that you're a crazy bitch, right?" Kim quips. Jenny doesn't even respond.
Her clothes in a heap, Kim stands naked in the middle of the bathroom, her hands on her hips and a sour expression of her face, asking, "What now, bitch?"
"Good," says Jenny, "now we can begin..."
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