Shreds them to bits

Isabella shook her head as she took her knife and shredded Nyx’s rags. “Nooo!” Nyx sobbed. As Isabella tossed Nyx’s shredded rags as if it were confetti.

“Happy birthday, Nyx,” Isabella smirked. “You are forbidden from wearing ANYthing from now until I say otherwise. If you are caught with anything, the person aiding you will be punished along with you as well. Goodbye, Nyx.”

Isabella headed up the stairs smirking as Nyx took hold of the tiny pieces of cloth that were no bigger than a crumb of cheese left for a mouse. Her rags, useless to hide anything even if she wanted to. Nyx felt lost and humiliated as she sobbed.