JP - Clonestone looks like one of his Victims

Clonestone strained against the chains, drawing even more blood. He still did not see that this was pure karma. “You’re going to be in so much trouble!”

“Me? Trouble?” Elizabeth cooed and smirked. “They sent me in here to do this to you. It’s punishment for running away!”

“I just needed to sow some wild oats. They can’t punish a man for that!” Clonestone wailed.

“Actually, they can…” She retorted and got to work, making sure she left all kinds of tiny marks that most people wouldn’t notice, but he would know they’re there. He would see them every time he looked in a mirror. “Hmmm,” She hummed at the end and thought. “Where should I put my name on you?”

Coral was in the other room, dying laughing.

“You’re a monster!” Clonestone cried.

“Oh, pooooooor baby,” Elizabeth said and giggled, leaving a nice big E carved into his arm exactly where he left his brand on Tzeitel. “Remind ya of anyone, sugar?”

“A monster!” Clonestone sobbed because having letters carved into you hurt. When he carved words into Tzeitel’s thighs he found it to be a turn on. Not this. He strained against his binds, his wrists were dark with dried blood by now.

Elizabeth just poked Clonestone’s face and got off him. Her body morphed and left him, releasing him as she made her way to the door in the form of the creepy scorpion monster.

“How’s it feel ta get a taste of yer own medicine fer once, Cloney?!” Coral asked and laughed.

“We’d send someone to you, but you’d enjoy it too much…” Elizabeth commented at Coral.

The water woman just stuck out her tongue at the scorpion bitch.

“This wasn’t the same thing.” Clonestone sniveled, looking at the cuts on his arm. “Not at all.”

“Oh, it was…it was the exact. Same. Thing. Only, she didn’t use boring butter knives.” Coral taunted him with a smirk.

“She didn’t hunt me, she didn’t catch me, MegaCorp gave me to her.” Clonestone said bitterly. “Not the same at all.”

Coral rolled her eyes. "Think whatever ya wanna think." She mused and smirked. "Now ya match yer victims, though."

“No I don't!” Clonestone said angrily. “My victims are in awe of me. They know I own them body and soul forever.

Coral just mocked him in an annoying voice, repeating his words over and over.

“Someday I’m going to make you fucking sorry!” Clonestone pounded on the bars separating him from her.

Coral just smiled. “Do it, then, you pussy.” She dared him without fear. The woman was both sadistic and masochistic, after all.

“One day I will!” Clonestone vowed.

“Prove it,” Coral dared him. “Ask them if you can and prove it!”

Clonestone banged on the door. "Hey! Let me teach this watery bitch a lesson!"

One of the guards opened the little window and stared at Clonestone. “Why should we? You ran off like a bad dog…” He commented.