"Don't take me for a fool demon. I know what your kind is capable of. First you will kindly tell us your name, and then maybe I'll consider it." It's ...ael. My name is Bael," she replied quickly, "now let me out of here." Alright Bael, I command you to tell me all your secrets."The stubborn demon did not speak."Someone has been lying." The Queen smiled, mouthing holy words silently. The demon buckled and fell to her knees, screaming in agony. "How about you tell me your name now, before I do. ."So what's the problem?" Bryony asks."It- ugh," I reply. "Imagine if all your friends were in a different yearto you. Then imagine that you start year 11, and you have literally nofriends to sit with at break, or lunch, or anyone. Add to that the factthat everyone at school hates you simply because of who you are. Then,suddenly, the coolest girl in the school says 'hey, want to hang out?'.Are you really saying you'd say 'no' to that?" You could always sit at our table," Bryony says."She's got. ”“Pride comes before the fall, Gale,” Valerie warned. “Don’t complain when I win my division.”“No, not at all. I won’t complain a second. What I will do is kneel before Daddy, trophy in hand and tongue out, ready to accept his reward. Don’t you want to make him proud of you too? Be real nigger breeding stock for him?” Gale teased, running a finger across Valerie’s large tits.“For a moment, I thought you were romantic and not demented. I’ll compete, and I’ll win. Massa will reward me his own. Keira's expressions of spiteand unsated quest for vengeance up to that point made Amy veryuncomfortable in her presence.Keira knew all that. She felt she understood so much more about theirdynamic than Amy did. She hoped for her own sake that this wouldcontinue to be the case. But Keira felt herself spiraling out ofcontrol. In the months that had passed since Keira walked away from Amyand into the oblivion that St Teresa's Kyneton seemed to represent, herhead had continue to fill with unbidden.