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Widow · 08-16-2012, 10:14 AM,

Pita had landed back on Buffalo, and had spent the last hour setting up a table for the first tea party. She was excited. Her parents hadn't paid the bills, so her guest would have to drink cold tea. She didn't care, she was use to it. She wound up an old styled music box, the music rang out through the room. Little chine tea cups were set out on a small table, biscuits she had made next to them. A glass vase was filled with dying flowers and the teapots were chipped. She had a set of cards, and a small glass vile she had next to where she planned to sit.

Her dolls were set up around the table, the ones with eyes were staring coldly across the room. Most had their eyes cut out, some had their hair shaved off, all had their mouths stitched shut. She wandered to the door and yelled at a man across the hallway. "Bob! I'm using your thing again, I'm going to have a tea party!" He waved his hand, probably busy a female slave. She shrugged.

Pita walked to a cupboard, opening it slowly. She pulled out a set of what looked like handcuffs without the chain connecting them. A small metal chip was in its place. Pita pulled a key out of her pocket, and unlocked them. She pulled them apart so they would be ready to be used. She then dug around and found a small gadget that looked like a small remote control, covered in glitter and sparkly beads attached to a chain. Pita put this around her neck before she changed into a white dress with what looked to be covered in a small faded cake patterning. She put on some lipstick and smiled, before skipping off to the cell.

"Wake up fishey... I want to play." She grinned. "You do look pretty. I knew I made a good choice. Its just a pity you haven't got any make up on... I'll fix that one day. I'm sure Mom has some somewhere I can use....." Pita pushed the bracelets through the bar. "Put these on, and I'll open the door." She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to put them on. The last man didn't, she frowned slightly as she wondered if they had cleaned up his body yet. After deciding probably not, she shrugged.

"Don't make me get the boys out there... I'll make sure they keep your arm for my dog... Or maybe your leg.... Your leg would be nicer for him I think." She didn't seem to be phased when making these threats. But, growing up around death it just becomes another part of life.

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