The strange chair

"So while you were telling the world about how much you are a poopy **** now, I had this new system installed!" Markle announced, as a chair suddenly rose from a slab on the floor. Markle clapped her hands, triggering the arms to move Vanessa once again.

While Vanessa was being strapped to the chair, Markle continued. "It's a great piece of tech, what it does is it analyses your brain for any weaknesses that might affect your attitude toward being my poop ****! If it finds any, which I'm sure it will, then it will find a solution and apply it to you!" Markle explained, cheerfully bubbling around.

Once Vanessa was strapped in, Markle grabbed what appeared to be a tv remote. Markle cockily walked up to Vanessa, waving the remote around. "With what this machine is capable of doing, you'll be begging to be my poopy **** soon!" Markle taunted.

Vanessa glared at Markle, she wasn't afraid of some chair and mechanical arms. She used all her jaw strength to push the gag out of her mouth. "When I get out of here it'll you fucking begging to me!" Vanessa yelled back. "Somehow I don't think that's gonna happen sweetie!" Markle laughed.

She pressed the power button on the remote, as a loud mechanical noise could be heard. The machine had awoken...