She is .

"No!" Britney cried, turning to run. Mr. Lash smiled.

"I love this part", she heard him say, and then his voice rose up in a language she couldn't understand. The next thing she knew there was a sharp pain on her nipples and clit that stopped her in her tracks. Her hands flew to her breasts but there was nothing to see or do with her shirt and bra on. But she could feel cold steel on her most sensitive parts. Piercing them.

"WHAT DID YOU…" she started, but then the unseen metal tugged her back towards the staircase. She stopped struggling immediately. Any resistance resulted in sharper tugging by the piercings. They led her past the cackling Mr. Lash and up the stairs.

"See you in the kitchen!" he called after her.