Some questions

Figuring the little bitch is plenty broken, you sit down next to her. You lightly stroke her back, and she shivers. “Yes, lick it up, just do what I say and everything will be OK, OK?” you say, and she nods frantically in response.

You think for a minute, trying to figure out the best way to pick whatever brains she has. “Do you know Theresa Maglio?” you ask.

She sits and turns to look at you. “Y…yes, yes, she’s another stuck-up bitch, Since last year. Thinks she’s too good to talk to anyone anymore,” she says. “Do you want me to spy on her, too? Do you want me to spy on her?”

You slap her across the face. “No! You stay the fuck away from her, you hear!” you shout. The last thing you need is for Tony to catch her snooping around. She’d be dropping your name in a minute, and then you’d really be in the shit.

She looks at you, wide-eyed and terrified again. ‘But do you know anyone she does talk to? Does she have any friends?” you demand.

“She, she doesn’t have any friends, I think. I said, she’s a stuck-up bitch,” she whimpers. “Her roommate, Tamara. She might talk to her, I donno.”

“Good, good. Now get your clothes and get out of here,” you tell her. “And stay away from Theresa, you hear?”

She nods, frantically. “But...did I do good? Was I good?” she asks plaintively.

“Sure,” you say, cupping her chin. “You’re the best fucking cum dumster in the school.”

She smiles brightly as she turns to scramble up and gather her clothes, and as you head for your bed for some much-needed rest you almost feel bad about how much you’ve broken the little bitch.

Almost.