The two friends stared with horrified faces at the state of their fellow cheerleader. They were paralysed by fear and shock, enable to even muster a scream.
Bill conjured a dog leash and attached it to Violet's collar. Violet herself seemed to struggle with getting used to being in this new position. She squirmed against her new prison, to no avail. The casts wouldn't budge, meaning all she could achieve was a pathetic rubbery noise, paired with the sound of little bells. Her voice was already getting coarse from screaming in terror and pain.
As Bill knelt down to leash his new pet, he caressed Violet's new latex skin.
"There there my pet. You'll get used to this. This new encasement is indestructible, so it will keep you safe in there. So don't cry, I promise to be a good owner".
Violet kept trying to form words in response to him but all she produced was more drool. She was shaking, sobbing and drooling uncontrollably.
Bill turned to the other two girls
"OK so she's gonna become my emotional support pet. All because you two were so mind numbingly superficial that you made me upset. So consider this your warning. Become better people, or I'll make someone close to you suffer. OK? All good? No questions? Right, I'll be going home with Violet now, so see you later."
With that he and Violet disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Jane and Rose to deal with what just happened.
Jane was the first to break away from her stupor.
"What the fuck!?" she said in a shaky, unsteady voice "That prick is fucking vile. I..." tears started streaming down her face. Looking at Rose, she realised her friend was now crying too. In that moment, whatever ill will they might have had for each other evaporated in an instant as they hugged each other. Keeping Rose's clothes clean from Jane's oil seemed insignificant now.