Incentive program

"Oh, great," said Faith-in-Joyce. "So now I'm supposed to feel guilty for helping B kill someone who was trying her damnedest to kill the both of us? Nice try, First, but it's not going to work."

The figure of Gwendolyn Post sneered at Faith-in-Joyce and said, "And what reward did you get for helping the Summers girl kill me, Faith? A medal? A standing ovation? No, Buffy tried to kill you and she'd gladly do it again. So stop playing around with dolls and kill her first."

"Oh, geez," said Faith-in-Joyce. "I don't mind making B go naked but I don't really want to kill her."

"Well, ha-ha-ha, if you don't kill her, I'm not going to let you make her go naked," said the figure of Gwendolyn Post. "So I got you now."

"No, you don't," said Faith-in-Joyce. "You can talk at me all day and I'm still not going to do what you say. After all, I've been talked at by experts. The way I see it, if you can't touch me, you can't make me do anything I don't want to do. So get lost."

"Oh really?" asked the figure of Gwendolyn Post. "Maybe I can't touch you but like you said, I can still talk at you. I can talk at you all night if I have to. And you know what makes for an even better form of **** than **** nudity? Sleep deprivation. I can see to it that you never sleep a wink, Faith. I can see to it that you stay up so long that your sanity begins to suffer. Heck, the Summers girl ended up in a mental hospital and she was a lot more mentally balanced than you are. So just imagine how easily I can get you committed. And not just to a nice mental hospital like the one Buffy went to. But to a bad one. One filled with rats and roaches and other vermin. Where the orderlies have their way with the female patients and the doctors make frequent use of strong **** and electric shock treatment. Want to see how defiant you feel after umpteen volts of electricity have been used on your brain, Faith? I can see to it that the good doctors light you up like a bloody Christmas tree!"

"You wouldn't dare," said Faith-in-Joyce, suddenly feeling less confident than before.

"Try me, Faith!" cried the figure of Gwendolyn Post. "Just try me!"

"You're just bluffing," said Faith-in-Joyce. "You gotta be."

"What's the matter, Faith?" asked the figure of Gwendolyn Post. "Not so cocky? Maybe I should just cut to the chase and go tell the Watchers Council where you are. Just because you won't listen to me doesn't mean that others won't. I have a thousand ways to punish those who defy me so don't test me."

"B must have defied you," said Faith-in-Joyce. "And yet she's still here."

"How do you know for sure that Buffy didn't obey me as well?" asked the figure of Gwendolyn Post. "How do you know?"

Faith-in-Joyce just turned and ran, putting her hands over her ears lest she hear yet more words from the First.

She suddenly felt the need to take her fear and anger out on somebody. If B was smart, she'd stay out of her way when she got home. But knowing B, she wasn't likely to be all that smart.

Oh, well, Faith-in-Joyce thought. Her loss.