She feels the pain of Tantalus

"Please kneel on that picnic blanket, liar," Patrick says to you.

"Yes, Sir," you reply meekly, following his order. All eyes are on your naked body.

"Now, put your face to the ground, hands behind your head."

You can't believe you're being **** into this horrendous situation again, but you obey without comment.

"Now, stay, dog!" Lawrence shouts, making the crowd laugh.

So you stay.

The boys lustily eat their lunches while feasting their eyes on your exposed body. Your stomach growls, but you maintain your composure, hoping that you'll get something to eat soon. You are ashamed that Lawrence continues to speak of you like a dog, though your mortification only grows when Patrick takes up the theme.

"Boys," he says, "we learned this morning about the role of a woman."

"To serve her men!" Alex guffaws.

"Yes, precisely," Patrick replies. "But even that is a position that needs to be earned. What we have here is someone who needs to earn her womanhood back through penance. For now, she is simply our pet."

"Bitch!" Thomas shouts.

"Even dogs need to eat," Patrick says. "So, dog, if you would like to have some lunch, you may now beg for food."

You unclasp your hands and sit on your haunches. Is he serious? Patrick munches on a granola bar and looks you right in the eye.

He's serious.