of space to work. The woman put the tray down on the island and turned to Brooklyn and grabbed her by the hair. "I don't want any trouble from you little cunt", she snarled. "You are a thing and you will do what I say." Pulling her sharply by the hair she almost dragged her over to the far end of the kitchen to a large metal table and to the floor. Then attached the lead to a hook on it's edge. "If I see you touch the lead or move I will beat you and enjoy it." Giving her a