Chapter 10: Sandra's torture continues

Klick.

“And a good morning it is! Isn’t it?”

“What … Where …?”

Hummmmmm

“Ahhh! You fucking …”

Hummmm

Sandra thought the pain would never end. She tried not to cry, not to give them the satisfaction of enjoying her suffering. In vain, of course. She shrieked like the banshees her mother had frightened her with when she was still a child. The memory soothed her, provided her with a refuge amidst all the pain. It somehow seemed as if it wasn’t she who was suffering. The little girl she had been was watching her older self writhing in pain.

Klick

“You are not supposed to open your filthy mouth unless you are asked a direct question by your betters.”

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“Aaaah …”

Sandra desperately tried to keep her mouth shut, but she simply couldn’t, as the pain overwhelmed her.

Klick

“Don’t be afraid. We graciously allow you to express your gratitude to the care we provide for you and your education by acknowledging our methods of persuasion. Screams and other sounds of your misery are beyond your control, and thus, an honest way of communicating with us, your teachers.”

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“Ihhhhh …”

Klick

“Yes, sing for us, let us know, you feel the consequences of your actions!”

Sandra’s nerves were still tingling from the onslaught, when her anger took control again.

“I will sing you something you …”

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Sandra was in hell again. She had long lost any concept of time. The pain was still flooding her when she stopped screaming, simply because she ran out of air. The sounds she made had nothing human to them. At a certain point, she fell silent and plunged into an abyss, darker even than the room around her.