Her longreddish brown hair was matted against her head. Through pain-dulledeyes she tried focusing on the clock on the wall as the room began tospin.I... had only been 30 minutes since they startedher torment, yet she felt like they had been torturing her for hours. "Why are you doing this???" Paulina screamed frantically, herentire body shaking as if doing so would break her bonds and release her fromthe terrible grip of her captors. "Please...I can't stand this! Please STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!". She could be like that sometimes, all prim and proper, until you poured some wine down her throat and listened for the accent change, but even drunk she never spoke highly of him.So how could someone so repulsive be so well described to us. She must have been looking as he flashed her, looking long enough to note the finer details, but thats girls for you, what we say and what we do are two different things.Now me, where does all this fit into the act I commited. Well here was I, standing on a. “Me! Me!” Richie yelled after I swung Tommy around a bit and tossed him onto the couch.“No, sir,” my mom objected. “Outside if you’re going to roughhouse like that!”“What?! If Tommy does it, that’s okay? But if I do it, I get chewed out?” I objected to her objection.“Tommy wasn’t tossing Richie around like a football,” my mom huffed and went back to tending her kitchen.“Mama, me foa-ball?” Richie asked Samantha.“Do you want to be a football?” Tommy asked while getting off the couch and leaping. ” Fiona Nicholls spat out in a panic, desperately trying to prepare herself for the punishment that was coming her way.The Sixth former looked across at Melanie Edwards in some vain hope that the woman would help her out of the situation that she found herself in. There was no chance of that. The Deputy Head Mistress simply smiled at her and watched as Fiona turned her head back so that she faced the wall. She placed her face in her arms and awaited that first stroke.Across from Fiona, Miss.