Tell her to clean the mess

"You've made a mess, girl. Clean it up." Echoes of Father in your tone.

"But that wasn't my fault, Jon!" she begins, but is choked off as you grab the side of her face.

"Wasn't it?" the severity of your tone surprises even you, but it has the desired effect on the young girl. "You caused it to happen. This was a gift for you, a special treat for you to enjoy and no one else. I think it's only right you clean it up."

"But how?" She appears still a little hesitant, but has become more compliant.

"Use your imagination".