Get the Scissors!

Angry and more then a little freaked, Charlotte runs to the cabinet and pulls out the first pair of scissors she can find. Pulling up her skirt she grabs the edge of the thong and tries to cut it off. She feels the scissors cut through the string.

"HAH! you're nothing more then thread! You're coming off right now!" but when she pulls the scissors away the side of the thong is still intact. "No! Nononono!"

Charlotte tries the other side but when she cuts, the thong just reappears on the other side of the scissors completely unharmed. ****, Charlotte starts cutting ever where she can on the thong.

But the piece of underwear remains undamaged no matter what she tries. Charlotte, on the other hand, is now sporting a few small scraps, thankfully the scissors aren't that sharp.

"Are you done now? I'm not coming off. Not until you're a good little whore! Trust me. You'll love the oldest profession in the world. Atleast in the end. Shall we go through your closet baby girl?