Go home

As you lay on the floor, defeated, the announcer walks to the center of the ring and calls out, "Our winner is Linda Locke!". Miss Locke raises her arm and steps on your chest, grinding her foot into your rib-cage. You've been utterly humiliated. Miss Locke proceeds to parade the ring for the crowd while the announcer helps you to your feet and takes you away from the arena. She leads you to a table with your clothes neatly folded in a pile. "Tough luck" She says to you, "That was the worst beating anyone has taken so far, but at least the crowd was entertained". She smiles at you sympathetically. It slowly dawns upon you that the whole school will remember this. You might never live this down. You smile back at her and reply "Well I suppose that's something". She awkwardly slinks away, leaving you alone.

You put your clothes back on and head for the exit. You've had more than your fill of this fair. As you pass through the school gates you glance back at the ring to see Miss Locke looking back at you. She blows you a kiss and smiles, smug in her victory. She made you her bitch, and tomorrow you've got a lesson with her. She's bound to make it uncomfortable for you. You try to put the thought out of your mind and you being to trudge home.