Xenia, a Swiss girl with straight brown hair and a white top, stands nervously as her bullies tighten the stocks around her head and wrists. She tries to keep her chin up, but her cheeks flush with embarrassment as the crowd’s eyes fix upon her. Emma, sporting a sharp jacket and short brown hair, saunters forward with a wicked grin, holding a gooey pie in her hands.
Emma[/@ch_2] draws closer, her friends egging her on. The scent of berries and cream fills the air, thick and sweet, mingling with nervous anticipation.]
"Ready for your treat, Xenia?"
With a flourish, Emma smashes the pie into Xenia’s face, whipped cream and fruit splattering across her cheeks. Laughter erupts from the crowd, some clapping while others snap hurried sketches, preserving the moment of humiliation.
Xenia[/@ch_1] blinks away cream and berries, her eyes narrowing with resolve.]
She takes a deep breath, summoning courage from somewhere deep inside. With a sudden twist, she slips her hands free from the loosened stocks—her bullies had been careless. The crowd gasps as she wipes pie from her eyes, determination burning in her gaze.
Xenia[/@ch_1] stands tall, sticky but proud. The village square seems to shrink, the crowd’s attention laser-focused on the confrontation. Xenia spots a fresh pie on a table nearby, the crust golden and the filling oozing invitingly.]
Xenia strides toward Emma, her posture steady. She grabs the pie and, with a swift motion, sweeps Emma into the very stocks she had just escaped. Emma sputters in shock as the wooden frame snaps shut around her.
Xenia[/@ch_1] as she faces Emma, who now looks up at her, wide-eyed and helpless. The crowd’s laughter takes on a different tone—one of surprise and growing admiration for Xenia.]
"Let’s see how you like it, Emma,"
With a sense of triumph, Xenia presses the pie firmly into Emma’s face, creamy filling oozing between the wooden slats. The crowd erupts into cheers, some even chanting Xenia’s name.
Xenia walks away, her friends rallying around her, her head held high. Emma sits quietly, wiping pie from her eyes, a new humility settling over her. Forgiveness hovers in the air, and the village is reminded that justice sometimes comes with a sweet twist.
