"Your honour..." you begin "I make my appeal not to you but to my beautiful step-daughter, Abigail." Turning to Abigail, you are disconcerted to see that she is watching you intently with a smug expression on her face. Any pretence at sadness has gone. She clearly sees you as nothing more than a means to an end.
"It won't do any good, Daddy." Abigail says. "You see, I need this money to secure my future and I won't let ANYTHING stand in my way."
"Abbie, please..." you beg. "You know that you're my princess! I know it's difficult but I'll help you raise the money some other way. I want nothing more than to send you to college... but there has to be another way. Surely you don't really want to do this to me? After everything I've done for you!"
Abigail smiles. "Don't worry, Daddy. This is ABSOLUTELY the last thing you'll ever need to do for me. Once Libby's mom pays me, I'll be able to do everything I've ever wanted."
"But... but what about me?"
"Libby's mom says she'll easily be able to sell someone as delicious as you in her restaurant, so you won't have long to wait... and then some lucky lady will get to gobble you up for her dinner!"
"But... you can't do this to me!" you beg, turning to the Judge. "Please, your honour, you can't reclassify me as food. I'm a person. I have rights!"
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