After class meeting

What else could Lori do that day, except wait for the inevitable? Her class room was empty, and she sat behind her desk waiting to find out what the consequences were going to be for her actions. She watched the door, pensively, as time seemed to drag on. Finally, the Black girl arrived along with the rest of her gang. Lori looked up at the clock. She knew by now everyone else in the building had left for home. She was the only one left in the building, besides the Black girl and her gang. She did her best to remain calm, and asked, "So what do you want from me? Good grades?"

The Black girl strutted up to her desk. "Oh, that's a nice start. But I want something more from you. I decided I'm tired of that little White bitch. She was just too damn easy to tame. But you, a teacher, now that will be a challenge for me to tame. Let's start by exchanging phone numbers."

"Why do you want my phone number?" Lori was apprehensive about the whole thing. She didn't want to do something, if she didn't have to.

"Because, you fucking piece of trash, I want you on call twenty-four, seven. Got it? If I call, you better jump, and do exactly as I say. Otherwise this video goes straight to the people you don't want it to. Now give me your phone number."

Lori reluctantly exchanged phone numbers with her, seeing no other way out. What was this crazy girl going to have her do that she needed her phone number for? She tried to imagine the worst case scenarios.

"So what's your name, besides Miss Manura?" the Black girl taunted with an evil smile.

"That's Manora" Lori corrected her.

The Black girl reached across the desk, and slapped her across the face. "If I say it's Manura, then it's Manura. If I say it's Manure, then you are Manure! Get it through your head. You are my property now. You will go by whatever I call you. I think Manure is a fitting name for you, too. Now stand up, and take off your clothes. I want to see that body of yours, up close and personal. I have to make sure you're good **** material."