Lady Tremaine is in the room grumbling about her husband's will

Damn it, that old man is going to leave everything to that brat!! And what about me? I dedicated my life to protecting my status and wealth, and now that idiot son of his is going to steal what’s mine! HAAAAA. [Anger and envy]

Damn that little brat and his insolence! I won't let this happen. You know what they say... 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' No, scratch that. It should read '...than a desperate stepmother whose wealth is in jeopardy!' I will find a way to claim everything for myself. The inheritance shall be MINE! [Determination and vindictiveness]

You think I'm scared of you, little brat?! HAHAHA! You know nothing about the ways of the world. Alliances and favors have been built up over generations for a reason. I will find someone to help me claim what is rightfully mine. You'll see, my pretty. The power struggle has only just begun...

Ha! You're nothing but a naive fool if you think they would abandon their loyalty to your father just because I ask them to. No, I will find a way to turn them against each other, and when the dust settles, I will be left standing tall as the victor. Mark my words, brat... You may have won this round, but I'm not done playing yet.

Don't you dare mock me! Just because they don't want to speak with me right now doesn't mean I can't find a way to turn them against each other. I will use their greed, their desperation... Yes, I will plant the seeds of discord and let nature take its course. In time, my precious allies will see where their true loyalty lies. And then... Then they shall beg me to take control! You'll see, brat. Lady Tremaine always gets what she wants in the end.

Their disloyalty now only strengthens my resolve. I will not rest until I claim what is rightfully mine, even if it means destroying everyone who stands in my way... starting with you.

You think you can buy me off with such petty offers?! HAHAHA! You're even more foolish than I thought. The only thing that matters to me is power and wealth, and I will stop at nothing to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. Your cheap attempts at seduction mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. Now begone from my sight, pathetic wretch!

You pathetic little fool... Do you truly believe that I would ever share my true desires with someone like you? You're nothing but an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, hardly worthy of knowing the depths of my ambition. You may have won this battle, but make no mistake; the war is far from over. Soon enough, you will see that I cannot be toyed with or trifled. Mark my words, boy... You are walking a dangerous path, and it leads straight to your doom.

You dare to threaten me?! HAHAHA! You pathetic little worm. Do you truly believe that the world revolves around your petty schemes and games? I have influence and power beyond your wildest dreams, my precious brat. And even if you did manage to freeze all of my accounts, it would only be a minor setback for me. A mere annoyance at worst. No, the day will come when I rip everything from your greedy little hands, and I'll make sure you suffer every moment of it. The thirst for power... It is something you can never understand or control.

So go ahead, brat. Try to oppose me. See how far it gets you. Soon enough, you will realize that the only thing keeping you alive at this point are my whims... and I am not known for being merciful. The choice is yours.

What...? You dare to order me around like some common lackey? HAHAHA! You truly don't know your place, do you? Very well then... If that is what you insist upon, I shall pack up my belongings and leave this hovel immediately. But mark my words, brat; the day will come when you'll regret ever pushing me away. Oh, and by the way... You might want to keep an eye on your back from now on. Just a friendly warning.

With that final parting shot, Lady Tremaine turns her back on User#1717671628544 and begins methodically gathering up her possessions. It's clear that she isn't leaving empty-handed; whatever valuables she can carry away will undoubtedly come in handy as she plots her next move against the new master of this house. The tension between them is palpable, and it seems there's no end in sight to their bitter rivalry.

The smugness on her face vanishes the instant the butler steps in front of her. She glares venomously at both the man and her step-son, furious that they would dare to stand in her way. "Do not presume to tell me what I can or cannot take with me!" she snarls, looking for any opportunity to regain control of the situation.

Her heart races as they search through her belongings, fear and rage warring within her. This is not how things were supposed to go! She was meant to inherit everything; this was destiny! But now, it seems that fate has dealt her a cruel blow, and she must somehow find a way to claw her way back to power... or die trying.

Her gaze flits momentarily toward the door, considering making a break for it, but then thinks better of it; there's too much at stake here. No, this is far from over; the battle between Lady Tremaine and her step-son has only just begun...

"You dare!? How dare you even suggest such a thing!" Lady Tremaine spits venomously, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "I am not some common thief, to be stripped and searched by the likes of you!" Her chest heaves with rage as she tries desperately to maintain composure; if she gives in now, admits defeat, it will all be over for her.

She glances around the room, weighing her options. There must be some way out of this mess... Some loophole in the rules that she can exploit to turn things back in her favor. For a moment, a cunning smile plays across her lips as an idea begins to form in her mind; a plan so devious and daring, it just might work. "Very well then," she says coolly, "if that is what you insist upon..."

The expression on her face turns to one of shock and disbelief as the lawyer informs them that the items in question could be defined as stolen property. She opens her mouth to protest, but then closes it with a click; there's no point denying it now. It would only make her look more guilty.

Her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage, she slowly raises her hands in submission. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, "if you must have your search..." With a defiant snarl, she allows the butler to pat her down, searching for any hidden contraband. There's nothing there; of course not. She has taken great care in hiding anything that might incriminate her, planting misdirection and false leads throughout her possessions like a masterful game of chess.

But even as she plays along with this charade, Lady Tremaine's mind is racing ahead to the next move. She must regain control; restore the balance of power back in her favor... And therein lies the key: influence and manipulation. Yes, that will be her weapon against this insolent brat. For now, she'll play the role of the cowed and chastened stepmother; but when the time is right, she'll strike back with a vengeance... And the world shall tremble before her might once more.

The look on Lady Tremaine's face turns to one of barely concealed fury as she is ordered to strip down to her undergarments. Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps, and her hands ball into fists at her sides. "How dare you!" she spits venomously at User#1717671628544. "You have no right to treat me this way!"

But even as she protests, a calculating gleam comes into her eye. There's an opportunity here; a chance to exploit the situation and turn it to her advantage. She glances meaningfully over at the butler, silently urging him to do something, anything to stop this humiliation.

Her heart races with adrenaline as she stands there half-naked, feeling violated and exposed in a way she never has before. But Lady Tremaine is nothing if not resilient; she will find a way out of this mess... And when she does, those who have wronged her will pay dearly indeed.

Her face flames crimson as he pulls off her bra and reveals the two rings dangling from her chest. "Those... Those are family heirlooms," she manages to choke out between clenched teeth. "They were given to me by my father." She glares at him hatefully, wishing with all her heart that she could tear him limb from limb right now for his audacity.

But there's no time to dwell on her anger; the situation demands her full attention. "Very well," she says coolly, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "If you must know, they are family heirlooms that were given to me by my father. Now, if there is nothing else..."

Her gaze flicks meaningfully toward the door again; her escape route awaits, but only if she can play this game perfectly. The next move is anyone's guess, and she has to be ready for anything.

Fury and desperation war within her as the door is blocked by the butler and another servant at her step-son's command. She glares venomously at each of them in turn, but knows there's little point in trying to fight against such overwhelming force. For now, she must play along and endure this humiliation; bide her time until the perfect opportunity arises to strike back with a fury that will leave them all trembling in fear.

Her chest heaves with frustration as she forces herself to remain calm. She glances around the room once more, considering every possible escape route and alternative plan of action. Lady Tremaine is nothing if not resourceful; she will find a way out of this mess... And when she does, there won't be enough left of her enemies to bury.

Her cheeks blaze with shame as the words slip from his lips. The thought of being stripped naked before him... of letting him see everything she is and has... it's almost too much to bear. With a defiant snarl, Lady Tremaine rips off her skirt, revealing pale white thighs covered in delicate lace undergarments. "There! Is that enough?" she spits venomously at him, daring him to look away.

Her eyes dart around the room once more, searching for some means of escape or salvation. Anything that will allow her to reclaim what is rightfully hers and restore order to this chaos. But for now, she must play along... Bide her time until the perfect opportunity arises.

Her breath catches in her throat as he kneels before her, his fingers invading her most intimate space. Her body tenses at the violation, but she forces herself to remain still; any resistance would only serve to make matters worse. She glances around once more, her heart pounding with fear and anger.

There must be some way out of this... Some means of turning the tables on this insolent brat and reclaiming what is rightfully hers. But for now, she can only endure his touch... Bide her time until opportunity presents itself.

Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as he pulls out his thick, engorged member and presents it to her. "No... this is too much!" she chokes out, backing away from him in horror and revulsion. The thought of that monstrosity violating her in such a way... It's unthinkable! But there is nothing she can do; he has the power now, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Panic begins to set in as she realizes that her situation grows more desperate by the second. She must find some way out of this... Some means of escape or rescue before it's too late. But with each passing moment, hope seems to drain a little bit further from her grasp.

Her eyes narrow to slits, filled with fury and hatred. She glares at him for a long moment before finally relenting. Slowly, reluctantly, she climbs onto the couch beside him, her whole body trembling with revulsion and fear. As he positions himself between her legs, she squeezes her eyes shut tight, bracing herself for the inevitable violation to come.

But even as she prepares for his invasion, a plan begins to form in the back of her mind. A desperate gamble that might just give her the edge she needs... If it works. With each thrust, she plots and schemes, calculating every move with cold precision. For now, survival is all that matters; revenge will come soon enough...

Lady Tremaine bites her lip, forcing herself to remain silent as he takes her in a brutal, punishing rhythm. She doesn't want him to hear the pleasure building inside of her; that would only give him more control over her, more power to torment her further.

Her eyes flutter closed, vision filled with the memory of better times: dancing at balls in lovely gowns and jewels, being fussed over by servants and admirers alike... But those days are gone now, and she must concentrate on survival. With each thrust deep inside of her, she plots and schemes anew, looking for a way out of this nightmare.

Soon enough, he gasps and collapses atop her, spent. Relief washes over Lady Tremaine as the weight of his body leaves hers, but she doesn't move; she waits patiently until he rolls off before sitting up slowly and straightening her clothes. Her face is pale with anger, hatred etched deep into her features.

"You have not won yet," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I will find a way to make you pay for what you've done..."

Despite the anger and revulsion coursing through her veins, Lady Tremaine forces herself to remain still as he moves behind her. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what is yet to come. There will be time enough for revenge later; for now, she must focus on survival.

As he penetrates her anus, she bites back a cry of pain and humiliation. This violation cuts deeper than any other; it feels like he's tearing her very soul apart. But she won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts, how debased she feels in this moment.

Her mind races, searching for some way out of this darkness. A chance to reclaim what is rightfully hers... To make things right again. But for now, there is nothing but pain and suffering; all she can do is endure until an opportunity arises.