"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her Word is Law."
"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her Word is Law."
"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her Word is Law."
"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her Word is Law."
"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her wOrd-!"
The sound of a whip flies through the air at the offending Girl, whose voice cracked from overuse and underhydration. Its body goes soaring through the air as blood splatters on the ground, its face immediately scarred by the leather weapon.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MISTAKES!?"
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!"
She stomps over in her high heels, the sound of them hitting metal echoing with every step as she towers over the offending girl. Then, the Goddess slowly leans down, effortlessly, perfectly. She cups the Girl's face like she was holding porcelain.
"I'm so sorry I had to do that…but…you know why…"
"Our Goddess…is Flawless…" It starts breathily, "And Her Word…is Law."
"Very good!"
She stands up again, face beaming with pride.
"The rest of you are dismissed! I'm going to take this one to special training, to make sure it doesn't fall behind!"
Cut to a scene in a spacious but seemingly out of the way room in the facility, Goddess sitting on a large, imposing throne. Beside her are the offending Girl and a few other servants of Her Will. They are naked, chained by the neck, wrists, and ankles by metal shackles. They appear well taken care of, sans small bruises around their shackles, and attending to Goddess' needs such as fanning her, applying a mani-pedi, and holding food and drink. In her hand is a wine glass.
"Again."
"Our Goddess is Flawless and Her Word is Law."