Who do you think.

Vanessa smiled smugly as she and the girl picked up the plastic rifles. The former CEO took aim confidently as the girl gulp nervously, shaking a bit. Vanessa laughed cruelly for a bit as she was unknowingly being glared at by the woman.

"Okay, folks!" The woman called out as she started up the attraction, lights and Old Western Saloon music filling the area as the targets began to move. "Get ready!"

Vanessa grew a little less confident than before as she saw the moving targets, but one look at the whimpering girl made her ego grow even larger. She could easily feel her purse in her hands as she pulled the trigger on the rifle...

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Vanessa stared up in wide eyed shock as the bell rang, signaling the end of the game. She stared in disbelief as she looked up at the scoreboard.

Vanessa Sinclair: 5

Abigail Marston: 495

She had lost!

And not only did she lose, but she lost so badly it almost seemed hilarious! She had only managed to hit a single target in this stupid game! Everything was going too fast for her to hit otherwise. Meanwhile, that little twerp had hit target after target, only missing the first one. It was almost as if...

Vanessa growled in rage as she slammed down the rifle. She had just been hustled! And she fell for it!

"Alright you stupid little brat!" Vanessa roared as she stomped towards the girl. Thankfully, the woman running the game stepped in between the two.

"Well now, everybody," the woman called out to the crowd, "It looks like Abby is our winner! Which means that our loser will now be fulfilling her end of the deal. Don't go anywhere, folks! Baby Nessa will be making her big debut!"

With that said, the woman grabbed Vanessa by the ear and dragged her away, the former CEO howling in pain as the audience laughed. The woman lead Vanessa behind the stall towards a large RV Trailer.

"Let me go, you brainless twit! Do you know who I am!" Vanessa snapped as she tried to pull away, failing to get out of the stronger woman's grip. "That snot-nosed, clown obsessed, thieving little brat hustled me!"

"Yes, I do know who you are. I'm the one that's in charge of your sentence here at this carnival." The woman said smugly as she opened the door to the RV. She then glared angrily at the other woman and snarled, "And if you EVER insult, threaten, or so much as touch my daughter again, I'll make you wish that you chose to be locked up behind bars instead of dealing with me. Do. I. Make. Myself. Crystal. Clear?"

Vanessa gulped nervously, growing actually quite terrified of the woman. She nodded her head rapidly before following Mrs. Marston into the RV, dreading what it was the woman had in store for her.