*more pictures will be added in the future. Stay tuned! Special thanks to artist Hefess for illustrations*

Jennifer stood with her arms crossed glaring outside at the city below. She stood in a penthouse that would give Donald Trump a wet dream, the definition of opulent surrounded by gold, white marble, luxurious furniture and crystal light fixtures. She wore her trademark outfit: a ribbed cashmere baby pink turtleneck sweater, pearl necklace and bracelet, skin tight white leggings with baby pink mary-jane high heels. The New York skyline gleamed but all Jennifer could focus on were the setbacks that had unfolded throughout the entire day for her. Finally, internalizing it all was too much and she snapped.
"Morons! Losers! Incompetents! Ugh, I'm completely surrounded. This merger can't close soon enough so I can be rid of these pathetic idiots!" She sighed. "I just want to get out of this slimy city, away from these knuckleheads and back to Cali.
Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the door.
"Finally! God, the room service in this hotel is abysmal! 5 stars my foot!" Jennifer pushes the cart inside as the door swings shut behind her, a disgusted look on her face. Lifting the silver lid off the plate she lets out a disgusted groan.
"Great! A bunch of processed sugar and not a trace of the fruit and chardonnay I ordered!" She picks up and scrutinizes one of the strawberry frosted cupcakes with uncertainty. "WellI suppose one of these won't be too hard to undo"
Jennifer bites into the heavily frosted cupcake, her cheeks turn red and her eyes close as the sugar hits her tongue. Pure bliss.

15 Minutes Later

Jennifer lies spread out on one the silk couches, sleeping and drooling, looking very stupid as the spiked cupcake takes hold. She barely registers the opening of the door, the click of high heels walking towards her, and an almost familiar voice saying: "OMG, look at her face! Get out your phone, that is going straight to Instagram!"
Jennifer slowly awakens to a pristine stainless steel factory beneath her. A confused expression appears on her face as she realizes she is cuffed to a stainless steel St. Andrew's cross which is chained to a crane and is on a catwalk overlooking the factory floor. On the ground floor, to the left of the panel is a massive open vat of her family's signature BBQ sauce, which is the color of reddish-brownish steak sauce.
"Mmmphhh.Mmmmph" Jennifer struggles against the metal cuffs, whimpering. There's suddenly several sinister giggles coming from behind her.
"Long time no see, Jennifer!"
Three women she never expected stand behind her with big, sinister grins on their faces, hands at their hips: her three former school minions, Tiffany Ravenwood, Colleen Collison and Whitney Washington. Jennifer immediately switches to a bright and cheerful face.
"Oh, thank God you guys are here! OK, some freak has me cuffed to this weird cross thing. Quick, find the control panel before he comes back!" Whitney stands arms folded with a sinister grin on her face, now facing Jennifer.
"Oh sweetie...who exactly do you think sent those spiked cupcakes up to your penthouse suite?"
Jennifer is extremely mean faced, gritting teeth and straining hard against the cuffs.
"Oh, this is RICH! YOU THREE?! REALLY?! Alright, no more sweet little Jennifer, here's how this is gonna play out you worthless little pigs: you're gonna undo these cuffs on my wrists and ankles and I am gonna walk right out of here and call the cops on your sorry asses and if you're lucky you'll get to live out your kidnapping sentences in the states instead of being served in the third world, you BUMPKINS!"
Tiffany grins pointing to the open vat of BBQ sauce. "Hard pass on all that, sweetie. We've got something far more fun planned for you. We're gonna let you choose: cancel the merger, or..."
Jennifer looks at the three of them with a squeamish, nervous look on her face."W-w-wha-what are you gonna do to me?" Her head turns right and her eyes go wide in fear and her jaw drops, her absolute worst fears realized as she notices the open vat for the first time, straining against the cuffs as she sees the vat.
"WAIT...wait, no, please...please, my jewels...my clothes...my makeup...it'll never come out, please don't...WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THIS?
Coleen is standing angrily with fists clenched. "Because we found your digital diary, Jennifer! We know you used us in school just to be class president! You were never really our friend! And now, it's time to get even! Unless of course, you'd like to cancel this merger thing"
Jennifer, looking offended at the suggestion, her face flushed with anger. "I...I can't do that. I'm gonna make a fortune with this merger!"
Tiffany pulls the lever of the crane and Jennifer starts to lift up in the air and is adjusted to face down below directly into the vat. "Then enjoy your bath, Jennifer. I'm sure you've tasted your family's sauce before, right?"
Jennifer drops her jaw and starts to scream. "NO!.NO, PLEASE, I DON'T WANNA BE MESSY!.THIS IS A DESIGNER CASHMERE SWEATER, YOU MORONS! AND THESE PANTS ARE IMPORTED FRENCH DENIM! oh god oh god oh god no no no my makeup, my jewelry, my heels, my HAIR OH GOD MY HAIR I JUST HAD IT STYLED PLEASE, NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jennifer straining hard against the cuffs as she's nearly all the way lowered. "Do you still not comprehend WHO I AM?! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M A PRINCESS! I'M JENNIFER RENEE MERCEDES VANDERSPLAT! I'M JENNIFER...RENE(gulp)...MERCEDES (whimper)...VANDER-"
SPLAT! From overhead only a few bubbles are visible as Jennifer and the entire cross is submerged under the sauce. Every fiber of her clothes and every strand of hair is quickly saturated in sauce. She feels it flood into every crevice of her body.
Tiffany's hand reaches out and pulls back the lever and Jennifer emerges a total BBQ sauce covered blob in the background, a shadow of her former self, not a bit of the pink or white outfit she is wearing is recognizable. Jennifer is dripping and sputtering, gasping for breath, dripping with goo and crying her eyes out. "Oh GodI feel soDISGUSTING!This is so...HUMILIATING...and it tastes awful!"
Whitney is smiling from above, arms resting on the guardrail, hands on her face. "Hey, its your legacy. Anyway, I think we've had our fun so I suppose we'll cut you loose"
Jennifer's cuffs spring open and her eyes go wide as she plummets, flailing into the vat of sauce below. "AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"
SPLAT! The view from above shows only a few air bubbles on the surface of the sauce once more.
Jennifer arises falling from the sauce, arms outstretched and screaming out in disgust. "UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" She starts wading to the edge of the vat and begins to crawl out, leg over the edge, left arm outstretched looking more like a creature than a person. She slides out and spills over the side, struggling to stand in her marinated high heels. She finally manages to stand upright, eyes open, arms and legs spread out looking like a blob monster.
Jennifer sees her reflection in the adjacent vat, eyes wide, glistening with tears and cries out, mouth wide. "MOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!" -The End