Searching through her drawers.

"Hmm...", Danielle, the kitchen devil, opined as the brat starting yanking open drawers, their contents covering the cheap linoleum until she finally spied what she desired, "Ah HA!", triumphantly flashing out a pair of kitchen shears. Lauren couldn't see the evil gleam off the menacing blades, but she could hear the tell-tale rasp of metal open and closing repeatedly.

"Snip, snip, snip.", the girl chortled as the sheers gnashed, drawing ever closer to Lauren.

First thing was first, her robe's belt went slack with a crisp cut and fell to the ground, the back cut clean in two by the sharp shears, around her dainty, pale ankles and bare feet.