A strict lesson

The drop only lasted a few seconds, as the naked woman instantly landed butt first onto a chair connected to a table. After gathering her bearings, Vanessa had landed in a classroom. It had a much darker colour scheme than the one she'd been in previously. The classroom had an old vintage style to it, which made it much more terrifying.

A woman had been sat at the teacher's desk as Vanessa landed on the chair. She had brown hair tied into a neat bun and looked to be in her 30s. She wore a formal pantsuit, dressed like a teacher. When she saw Vanessa land on a chair, a smile formed on her face. "Another one to wreck." She muttered under her breath.

Vanessa saw the woman and completely froze. "Ummm, this isn't what it looks like..." Vanessa told the woman, sheepishly. "Really? And what does it look like madam?" The woman responded, placing her hands on her hips. "Well um, you see somehow I ended up in this fairytale place and they think I'm some kinda fanatic about shit and how I deserve this. Please! You've gotta help me get outta here!!" Vanessa begged, hoping the woman would take her side.

The woman paused as there was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then she laughed. "That's one of the funniest excuses we've had so far! Bravo! Probably the only thing you've succeeded at Vanessa!" The woman chuckled. Vanessa watched the woman laugh at her with a puzzled expression. "Yeah that's right, I know who you are. Vanessa Sinclair, former CEO of Sinclair Electronics, one of our suppliers, until you stupidly pissed off your entire workforce and stole their money! No qualifications have been recorded on your file, so I'm assuming you dropped out of all your education, mommy and daddy had you set for life didn't they?" The woman explained, sending shivers down Vanessa's spine.

Vanessa gulped, finally realising the severity of her situation. "So what...what are you gonna do with me..?" Vanessa asked sheepishly.