Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

Eve was shivering on the floor, hearing everything around her but too weak and broken to react or do anything. She should have been crawling to the door for dear life, or screaming for some sane teacher to come in and save her. But she couldn't. The trembling and the shakes and her shallow pained breathing wouldn't let her. The geek was over her again, she recognized his nervous footsteps and his nasally voice right away. It was as if everything they'd put her though already just made him hungry for more, and she whimpered softly on the floor, trying to hide her face in her arms, shaking her head for him to just go away. But he was too big a jerk for that. Going on and on about the spit still. Eve didn't even protest about the spankings, no way she could choose that, she would die, she just knew it. She hurt more already than it was humanly possible to hurt, she was sure of it. She felt his fingers on her chin and pulling her face up from the floor even by her hair a little, until she could see his evil eyes staring at her. And then he just spit in her face, the disgusting warm spit misting all over her cheeks and getting onto her lips, and if she wasn't so exhausted and broken she would have retched right then and there on his shoes in disgust. She moaned, but still he force her to look up even more, like he wasn't done, and then he started letting a really long thick slow spit drip from his mouth. Eve was trying to shake her head no, to move away but she had nothing left and his grip wouldn't let her and the disgusting drool -- the stupid geek's horrifying spit -- dribbled right into her mouth and down the back of her tongue. Eve tried not to swallow, knew it was like poison to her, but then he slapped her sharply across the face with his scrawny hand. She gasped and audibly gagged as she accidentally swallowed it. He let her go, her head slumping back to the floor with the disgusting taste impossible now to ever wipe out of her mind, and the knowledge she had swallowed it. She lay still. She was dead. Life couldn't go on or get any worse. It was a low point, the lowest possible. But then she heard the cane tapping near her on the floor, the menacing promise of where it would strike next if she didn't obey. Eve's whole body tensed with fear and she whimpered helplessly, no one to appeal to to save her. She hurt her whole body sore, but her bottom so horribly spanked and then caned on top of it, was like an inferno of pain. She struggled weakly up onto all fours, to tired even to glare at him. She winced as she started crawling obediently, the floor feeling even harder now. The bowl she pushed ahead of herself a little with each crawling step, to tired to pick it up and try to crawl on two knees, moving it more like her hand was a paw, which she was sure made them happy. Even as she obeyed, he was talking to the class, making sure they would all be as cruel as possible to her. Why was he doing this? What had she done to deserve this? She reached the first desk in front of Mr. Robert, a bookish guy wearing a sweater, not as bad as the geek but a definite loser. And still she stopped there on all fours, and then looked up at him, and opened her mouth while closing her eyes, waiting to let the loser put his spit in her mouth so she could collect it. She hated herself, hated her life, and hated Mr. Robert, but there was nothing she could do about it.