Emma and Kelly weren't sisters or even related, though you'd be forgiven for not realizing that. The two dressed the same, had their hair dyed the same shade of shockingly ugly candy-apple red and had both just been expelled from high school. Of course, if you asked them, it wasn't their fault they were expelled.
"Fucking cunt ass bitch." Emma mumbled to herself, "Can't leave my man alone, can't take a fucking joke." Emma was the taller of the two, almost twice the size of her friend. She had bright blue eyes and pale skin that never seemed to tan, no matter how long she was in the sun. Her mouth was contorted in a perpetual frown and she kept picking at the thread of her blue jeans with her manicured nails.
"We should have fucked her up more." Kelly said. Unlike her friend, Kelly was short and dumpy. Her skin was greasy and her hair looked like a cheap imitation of Emma's. She wore a crop top that turned her into a muffin-top. Kelly sat on the floor, looking up at the light. She looked pissed off, but she always looked pissed off. "It's not our fault that the bitch went whining to the school because we played a joke on her.
The joke in question was more a case of assault, where the two girls (after purchasing pepper spray online) had waited behind their high school for another girl to come out. A girl who had flirted with Emma's boyfriend. As soon as she did, she was sprayed in the face and the two took turns beating her half to death.
Now the two were at Kelly's house, in her basement in fact. The school was obviously not letting them come back. They had already been to court and received their sentence. Instead of prison time, the two would be allowed to keep living at their homes. In exchange, they would have regular meetings with a behavior specialist, whatever that meant.
Well whatever it meant, both of their parents were on board with it, because of course they were. Kelly's parents were about to pull their hair out and Emma's were ready to kick her out of the house. If she was going to be allowed back in, she'd have to undergo this "Behavior Training".
"Okay, he said he'd be here at 9:00." Emma said, looking at her phone. "It's 9:01. It's time to go, so let's get the fuck out of here."
"Yep, we waited," Kelly said, "Not our fault he's late." The two started to walk up the stairs, when the door at the top opened.
"Hello ladies." In walked a woman, a tall and thin woman in a tan colored pants suit. She didn't look like a therapist or someone who worked for the courts. She looked like an extra from American Psycho, or a Whippet someone had taught to walk up right. "I'm Ms. Addison, your instructor. Please turn around and--
"I thought Addison was a dude." Kelly said.
"Please turn around and head down stairs. Now." Ms. Addison said. The longer the two stared at the woman, the more something seemed off about her. Her eyes were dark brown, but more than that they almost seemed to suck light into them. Her mouth was thin and her skin seemed bloodless. Her black hair was cut ultra-short, so short in fact that it almost appeared to be painted onto her skin. The two girls took a step back, then another. Ms. Addison's eyes felt like they were going to crush the two.
"Alright, so you're the behavior lady?" Emma asked, the two girls moving against the back wall. It was almost like pressure coming from this woman had pushed them back there. "Well you outta know, I ain't doing shit I don't wanna do and you can't make me!"
"Same, we're almost eighteen." Kelly said. "We don't have to listen to you!"
Ms. Addison said nothing. A small smile crossed her pallid face. She looked at one girl, than the other, eyeing them up. Finally she spoke. "Yes, this is going to be a difficult assignment, but there is nothing here I can't work with. You see girls, I can create obedience and good behavior from anyone."
"Oh really?" Emma snorted. "Well you ain't never seen-
"Emma, speak!"
"Arf!" Emma barked. She quickly clamped her hands over her mouth. Kelly looked at her friend in confusion, then back to the smiling woman. Ms. Addison chuckled.
"Yes, there is nothing here I can't work with."