To the lunchroom again

As Shark's legs gave way beneath her, Mr. Takaba's grip on her ear tightened, holding her in place. He pulled her upright, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think a little pain will make you faint?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Shark's vision blurred, but she refused to pass out. She gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on Mr. Takaba's face.

With a sudden jerk, Mr. Takaba released her ear, and Shark stumbled backwards, gasping in relief. But before she could catch her breath, Mr. Takaba's hands closed around her waist, and he spun her around, ripping the apron off her body.

Shark's eyes widened in horror as she felt the apron being ripped off her body, leaving her completely naked in front of the kitchen staff. The sudden exposure made her skin crawl, and she tried to cover herself with her hands, but Mr. Takaba was too quick. He grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back, and spun her around to face the lunchroom door.

Mr. Takaba's grip on Shark's wrists tightened, and he pushed her forward, forcing her to take small, stumbling steps towards the door. The students in the lunchroom watched in shock as she approached, her naked body on full display. Shark felt her face burn with shame as she heard the whispers and snickers from her classmates. She felt like she was in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the humiliation.

Mr. Takaba finally released her wrists, and Shark stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. She looked around the room, her eyes pleading for help, but none came.

Shark's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape or a glimmer of sympathy, but every face seemed to be twisted into a mixture of shock and amusement. The air was thick with the smell of food and the sound of murmurs, making her stomach churn with nausea. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she realized she was completely at Mr. Takaba's mercy.

As she stood there, frozen in humiliation, Mr. Takaba's voice cut through the din, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I think it's time for our little Shark to serve lunch," he said, his eyes glinting with malice

As Mr. Takaba's words hung in the air, Shark felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, with no escape from the humiliation that was about to unfold. The kitchen staff, who had been watching the scene with a mixture of fascination and horror, began to stir, their faces set with a mixture of curiosity and sadistic anticipation. One of them, a tall, lanky boy with a cruel grin, stepped forward, a tray of steaming hot food in his hands.

"Ah, perfect timing," Mr. Takaba said, his eyes glinting with malice. "Our little shark is going to serve lunch to her classmates. And she's going to do it naked."

The boy with the tray of hot food stepped closer to Shark, his grin growing wider as he saw her naked body. He held out the tray to her, and Mr. Takaba grabbed it, forcing Shark'`s hands onto the steaming hot surface. She yelped in pain, her skin sizzling from the heat. But Mr. Takaba didn't seem to care, he pushed her forward, forcing her to walk towards the lunchroom door, her hands still on the tray.

The students in the lunchroom watched in awe as Shark approached, her naked body on full display and her hands burning from the hot tray.

As shark's hands sizzled from the heat of the tray, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The pain was excruciating, but she refused to give in, her eyes fixed on the students in front of her. The boy with the cruel grin was still holding the tray, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watched her struggle. Mr. Takaba's grip on her shoulder tightened, forcing her to take another step forward.

The students in the lunchroom watched in rapt attention as Shark approached, their faces a mixture of shock, horror, and fascination.

With the tray of hot food still in her hands, Shark's legs trembled as she took another step forward. The heat from the tray was searing into her skin, but she refused to let go. She could feel the eyes of every student in the lunchroom on her, and she knew that she couldn't back down now.

Mr. Takaba's grip on her shoulder was firm, his fingers digging into her skin. "You're going to serve every single one of these students," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to do it with a smile on your face."

Shark's heart raced as she took another step forward, her hands trembling from the heat of the tray. She could feel the blisters forming on her palms, but she couldn't let go. She couldn't let Mr. Takaba win. She could hear the students' whispers and giggles, but she kept her gaze fixed on the tray, her mind focused on the task at hand.

Mr. Takaba guided her to the first student in line, a young boy with a smirk on his face. Shark's stomach turned as she saw him, but she held the tray steady and offered him a portion of food.