Her room was bright now, as bright as noon sunlight and powerful flashlights shining everywhere. The walls had been replaced with thick fog from which she was struck with whips and pitchforks. She could see silhouettes of chest-heavy women with horns on their heads and wings from their backs pointing and laughing at her.

Even amidst her impossible pain, she felt an even deeper humiliation than she had during her half-public spanking. Shaking and crying naked upside down in midair, her bottom quivering especially erratically all around, she pleaded for mercy and promised to be a good little angelic girl and never ever negligently break her brother's toys ever again.

She was lifted higher until her torso was in the ceiling, and then felt every nerve in her body explode in pain. Gravity reversed itself and and ceiling solidified. She could see all her friends and family walk into the room, their forms shadowy indistinct.

She scrambled out of the hole she was in, finding it muddy and being whipped by her former loved ones, slipping back in and finding decaying flesh claws covered in maggots grasping her wrists and ankles so her acquaintances could whip her easier. A long thin spike slowly raised from below her belly and made her bottom a more scrumptious target, raised above the rest of her.

"Her vagina is weird." Her best friend pointed at her gaping wide pussy. "Most vaginas aren't like that." It was a deep memory the Movik was fond of. He probed her mind and her anus, having taken the form of a snake.

Everything dimmed and the room went black. She jolted up towards the door and couldn't find it. There was nothing in her room. She ran around aimless, naked and humiliated, tortured and crying. Her whole body shook in the dark, beaten and nude. She could feel the eyes of every living creature in history gazing upon her, laughing at her misery, and judging her.