This was a subtle one. A gift from an anonymous fan – a spa weekend, which Emma’s agent insisted she took. The treatments that weekend were designed to lower Emma’s defences and inhibitions, gently persuading her that she’d got it all wrong. Political involvement wasn’t something for good girls like her. No, she had a greater purpose. Submission to a man’s darkest desires, to undressed and treated merely as a vessel for that man’s seed. By the end of her time at the spa, the woman who had been Emma Watson was gone. In her place, a mindless, docile and compliant girl remained. Just a girl. Just a plaything.
