"Come, my thrall, we have work to do."You rise fully from the slab, feeling your feet hit the cold floor. You take slow, shuffling steps after the wom...n. As you do, there comes a clattering sound from your neck. Around your neck is a golden ring, decorated all around with red letters and runes. You can't read them. When you reach up your hand to pull at the ring, the mist gets stronger. The woman seems to notice this."Does the weight bother you, thrall?"You don't respond in any legible way,. Miss Lena gave the strokes in sets of 20, then let Makaela catch her breath. The girl was crying so hard that her butt jiggled. Her bottom was a beautiful red with perfect even spaced welts from the top of her bottom to her upper thighs. Before the next set of twenty Miss Lena had Makaela remove all her clothing. As Miss Lena administered the twenty, a very naked and humiliated Makaela was screaming, begging her teacher to stop, promising she would be a good girl, swearing not to text in class,. "Watch where you're walking," I told him, smiling as someone's footconnected with the phone. It went clattering down the hall. With luck,someone would step on the damned thing. That'd teach him to mess withme."What the hell, man," he said, starting towards me. Within seconds hewas up in my face, angrily talking back to me. I had to give him creditfor balls, but did that little punk really think he stood a chance?"That's what happens when you get in my way," I said. "Got a problemwith it?" What. The dark, silent, nothingness had held me like a prisoner for so long that my mind became unsure if I even existed, or if I'd ever existed. The questions rush in when the universe is so black that not even silence can make its way in. Those questions hounded me like a deranged madman, seeking my swiftly dissolving sanity in its wake.In the quickening emptiness I remembered everything...Time has no meaning to the dead, because the moment we die, time ceases to impact us. Without time, everything.