You head back towards your room, you can feel Bailey squirming near your crotch, but you can't blame her, it certainly can't be comfortable in there. All the same, it does bother you somewhat. About halfway back, the voice starts talking again, "Wait!! Don't go back yet, we need stuff." You stop in your tracks and let it direct you to the hallway, "Grab a new pencil, go sharpen it, then grab some duct tape! That should be good." You can't help but wonder what it's for, then you can't help but want to stop wondering. As you finally head towards your room, the voice adds one last thing, "Don't tell Rachael where Bailey is."
You walk into the room and immediately look at Rachael, expecting panic. To your surprise though, she's perfectly calm as she asks you, "Where's Bailey?" "I'm not allowed to tell you," you respond as you sit down. You feel Bailey between you and the floor, shifting to try to get out, but you can't re-arrange without potentially alerting Rachael, and you don't know if the voice would count that or not.
Your thoughts are interrupted though, when the voice starts telling you what to do, "First, take the end of the pencil to the ground so it's pointing straight up." You do this, and you get a curious look from Rachael and Sadie. The next instruction though surprises you, "Next strip Rachael naked." You pick her up and follow the instruction, she curiously, doesn't even resist. "Next spread her legs and place her on the pencil tip, push downwards a bit." You sit there, thinking about how hideously painful that sounds, "No". You reply. "What?!" The voice asks. "No...." I won't do that. "Hmm, guess Rachael gets to shrink then." The voice says, dripping with sadism in it's words. Rachael, on her part, actually starts to look worried as she gets smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until she suddenly shouts, "Just do it, whatever he wants, do it!"
"Fine" you mutter under your breath, and she grows back to 3 inches tall. Grimacing, you grab her, spread her legs apart, and very carefully place her on top of the tip of the newly sharpened pencil. As you let go, she sinks down into it, and lets out a shriek of pain. Then she starts scrabbling her legs against the sides, getting some purchase against the tip. Following the instructions though, you push down. The shriek is even louder, but her scrambling does nothing now, her legs are forced too far apart, her feet can't reach the pencil.
You consider letting her out, but you remember the horror on her face when she started shrinking. The terror in her eyes. You decide it might be better like this, she won't get injured at least, no matter how much pain she's in. The voice interrupts any more thoughts of that sort you could have, "Leave he like this overnight. Well, I guess that's all, unless you want to do something to Sadie."
You look over at Sadie, throughout all of this she's stood outside, watching, grinning, laughing as they got tortured. She may have a reason to enjoy their pain so much, but the masochism from her is making you very, very unhappy.
Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know that these feelings of anger towards her are probably being fueled by the voice, trying to make you do something else. You calm yourself down and try to think about it logically.
After a long internal argument, you decide to......