(C83) [Himeya (Abe Inori)] Tomoe Mami Wa Majo Dearu (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

“You can't make me stay here,” Quincy Davis spat at her mother while kicking and screaming all the way up the steps of the Northern States School for Girls!!! “I can and you will,” Joan Davis replied grimly while shoving her eighteen year old daughter through the front door towards the admitting office, “and if I hear that you've given these people any trouble at all, I'll make damn sure that you'll wish you hadn't!!!” “Ha,” Quincy fired back, “if you don't think I won't be able to split this place, then you're fucking nuts!!!” Just as Joan was about to reply to her daughter's insolent response, a tall matronly woman appeared from inside the admitting offices and said sternly, “That will be the last time you use that kind of language at Northern States, young lady, I'm Harriett Taggert, the administrator of the school,” she said while extending her to Mrs. Read this post Taggert, that is until she reached the corner and had gone as far as she could go!!! With a look that made her stomach turn, Harriett Taggert said in a very sinister voice, “You either get up on the table of your own free will, or I will ring security and several very large men will come in here and put you there with force, it's completely up to you, I could care less which way it goes so long as you get up on the table!!!” Joan Davis was standing quietly at the other end of the room, but seeing that her daughter had no way out, she said softly, “You better do as she says, Quin, she's not fooling around!!!” Realizing that no matter what she did she was eventually going to end up on the table, with a great deal of anxiety, Quincy Davis slowly crossed the room and climbed onto the table and quietly lay down!!!

With a little smirk on her face, Harriett Taggert patted Quincy on the arm and said soflty, “See how easy that was, you're already getting with the program, now lie still while I strap you down!!!” As a wild stab of panic swept through her, Quincy felt like getting up and fleeing down the hall, but it was much to late for that gambit, because her arms and now her legs were being firmly fastened to the table, rendering her for all practical terms, helpless!!! In a small almost whispered voice, Joan Davis asked, “W-what are you going to do to her, Mz.