You fix up some formula mix and put it in a baby bottle. Making sure your sister isn't watching, you set it down and imagine a high chair big enough for your sister. You drag it to the end of the table and pull out the tray.
"Sit in the seat," you command Lisa.
She hesitates but sits in it and watches you buckle her in. You push the tray back in place and set the warm bottle on the tray. Lisa eyed it confused.
"Drink up."
Lisa laughed, "No. No way am I drinking from that."
You smirk, "You wanna bet?" you focus on her becoming limp and you press on her neck, pretending it's a pressure point. You watch as her body falls limp. You chuckle, "Pressure point," you knew it was a lie but she needed to believe it for your plans to work. You pry open her mouth slowly, enjoying the moment and you place the amber nipple onto her tongue. "Now, I am going to give you back your movement but if you do anything but drink from the bottle, I'll tell Mom and we can extend this little punishment of yours. Got it?" she said nothing since she couldn't speak, "Good." You karate chop her in the neck and focus on her body being able to move once more. Your sister sat up.
Does she behave like a good baby or is she one big bad baby?
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