When I didn’t reply his hands grabbed my arms, squeezing until I was sure he’d break them.“Why can’t you just love me?” he yelled. He was an...ry, but underneath that he sounded genuinely hurt. He honestly didn’t understand why I didn’t love him. Why stealing me away hadn’t won my heart and obedience.“This isn’t the way you get someone to love you Clyde,” I whispered. He roared in anger again, slamming his good fist onto the wood just inches from my head.“I’ll make you love me…I’ll make you beg. “Do you like what you see Daddy. Haven’t you always wanted to feel up a little Catholic school girl?” she said in a little girl voice.Her Daddy nodded, took her hand and led her to the couch. “I’ve been hearing some disturbing reports about you Miss Johnson. I think that you may require some discipline.”“I’m sorry sir. I’ll try to be good” she said playing along with the tableau she had started.Tyrone sat besides the little slut and started running his hands up and down her thighs. Her skin was. The only dairy foods we were permitted were milk and yogurt, and these were special vitamin-fortified varieties that Bluebands were not allowed. It was kind of strange to suddenly not be able to eat protein foods, but at this point it wasn't something I was very concerned with.We took our trays and sat down next to Chris and Pat, both of whom were still a bit sweated from the Phys Ed they just gotten back from. Pat turned out to be right -- the food actually was excellent -- but I was too sick. A blaring alarm woke Hannah Hancock from her slumber. With a slap and a grunt she had silenced the clock and risen from her bed. The young woman shuffled to her bathroom bleary eyed, bed haired and still half asleep.First she hissed and recoiled from the bright white lights above her mirror; an act that quickly broke down to a laugh and brief giggle. With a bit of silliness out of her system she then leaned in to inspect herself. There was a bit of redness in her blue eyes but it was nothing.