A Necklace, Held by Mary Jane Stewart, Wallflower

Brianna felt something clasp around her neck. She spun around and saw Mary Jane Stewart with an evil grin on her face. Brianna reached up and felt a necklace around her neck. "What the fuck, loser?"

Two days earlier, Mary Jane Stewart was walking home from school. As she did, a car drove by through a puddle of muddy rain water and splashed her, getting muddy water all over her pants and shoes. She recognized the car as Brianna's. Brianna had hated Mary Jane ever since sophomore year when Mary Jane was a lab partner with a Brianna's boyfriend. Mary Jane was a shy wallflower, and Scott, Brianna's boyfriend at the time was a popular, gregarious boy who liked Mary Jane as a friend and partner and tried to bring her out of her shell. This made Brianna jealous, and Brianna humiliated Mary Jane at a party by slipping her a laxative in her drink and making sure all the bathrooms were occupied, forcing Mary Jane to have to run outside and crap in the yard while Brianna and her friends laughed at her. Ever since then, Mary Jane had withdrawn further.

As Mary Jane continued home, she passed a construction site. In a pile of dirt, she spotted a metal box about the size of a cigar box poking out. She looked around and seeing no one, took the box and took it home. In the box was a silver and pearl necklace. On a piece of old parchment paper in fancy script were the words: Whoever shall place this necklace on someone becomes that someone's master. The wearer of the necklace must obey the master and cannot refuse any instructions the master gives. Only the master may remove the necklace once it is put on.

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"What the fuck, bitch?" asked Brianna again, staring at the smirking Mary Jane. She reached up and tried to take the necklace off but could not feel a clasp. The bell rang to start the next class, and the halls cleared.

"Well, what is this, some stupid joke?" asked Brianna, tugging at the necklace.

"Shut up!" said Mary Jane.

Brianna was about to insult Mary Jane but found herself unable to talk.

"You have to obey me, bitch," said Mary Jane. "You have to do whatever I say, and to prove it, go into the nearest bathroom and take a long drink out of the toilet then go to class."

Brianna wanted to slap Mary Jane but instead found herself turning and walking down the hall. The boys bathroom was the closest bathroom, and her legs **** her to walk in. Luckily the bathroom was empty as she stiffly walked into the nearest stall. Trying with all her might to stop herself, she got down on her knees and lowered her head to the toilet. With her neck muscles tight as iron, her head kept lowering until her mouth hit the water then she started drinking the toilet water. She lapped it up for several seconds before stopping. She got up and wanted to vomit, but instead turned and headed to class. As she headed to class, she remembered that Mary Jane sat directly behind her. Oh fuck no! She thought as she entered the classroom.

"You're late, Miss Black," said Mr. Dowdell, the crotchety old calculus teacher. "I believe this is your third time in a month. Take your seat and see me after class."

Without saying a word, Brianna took her seat in front of the still smirking Mary Jane. Brianna sat upright, scared at what Mary Jane had in store for her.