Mr. Robert came over and Eve started to tremble with fear, more so as he reached to her with his hand. But he just stroked her face, gently even. She couldn't totally stop shaking, knowing he could hurt her, make her life miserable at any moment, but it was the first moment of kindness in so long, of anything gentle that didn't hurt her, that it made her close her eyes and lose herself in the simple sensation. Maybe Mr. Robert wasn't the bad one, maybe it was the class, and once he'd let them in on his control of her they just went too far. Sure he nodded. But it couldn't be his fault. He was the adult. It was the kids who were out of control. As Mr. Robert caressed her cheek, Eve wanted so badly to believe that he was the one who would protect her from the awful students. Needed to believe it, because otherwise she was alone, abused by everyone with no one to save her.
Mr. Robert smiled. He understood, she just wanted it to be over and she nodded and whimpered against his hand. He told her she could rest and she felt the most amazing sense of solace flush through her and she almost sobbed from the relief.
Her reprieve lasted about 5 seconds. Then he went on, turning the moment of peace back into the circus of humiliation and pain he'd turned her life into. A cage? The playground where every student in the school would see her? She shook her head again and again, tears leaking from her eyes, it was not ok, no, no, no, not everyone, not the whole school seeing her displayed like this, like a little animal caged in the zoo. But she didn't speak, too afraid with him standing right there over him, with his hand still for the moment gentle against her cheek. He could hurt her, she knew it in her bones, understood it with every soft part of her body, every stinking place on her skin. He had taken every bit of control from her and could punish her as badly as he pleased. She said nothing, she wasn't allowed to. Animals don't speak.
They whimper though, and she couldn't stop that if she tried, the dread overwhelming as she heard him giving instructions to Brenda about what to do with the poor dog -- her. And her whimper turned to a moan of fear, her slender body trembling openly at the sight of it as she lay watching quietly, as if every red line and stinging slash marking her body suddenly hurt anew.
Her mind felt slow, clouded, overwhelmed and distracted. It was hard to think with so much to be afraid of, a whole classroom full of kids wanting to hit her or spit on her or worse, and now a whole school about to ogle her in a cage? Could that even happen? Wouldn't the other teachers see her too? There would have to be one sane teacher here, wouldn't there? Or a kid that wouldn't just get dragged along with the rest, cruelest instincts given full expression by the force of the mob?
So, despite Eve's horror at the thought of more students or even adult teachers seeing her, she crawled obediently behind Brenda even out into the hall, the smallest flicker of hope that having more people see the cruelty that was being done to her would increase the chances that at least SOMEBODY would be moved to pity her and save her from all this somehow. She wasn't even thinking about her grade anymore, as if grades didn't even matter anymore.
The floor of the hall was cold and hard, and the whole class crowded around and helped escort her through the crowds gathered at their lockers for recess. More people joined, asking disbelieving questions about the naked crawling girl, lots of boys staring at her naked ass and how painfully marked up it was, seeing it was her and ogling her openly, as if it was something they'd yearned for for so long. Girls all but sneered, like they thought it was possible for someone to actually deserve something like this, even her. Especially her. The cruel words rained down on her, bitch most of all, but she crawled along silently. Mr. Robert stopped her at one point and slapped her repeatedly until she remembered to stick her tongue out like a dog, reminding her to be a dog all the time, until her mouth was open and her tongue hanging out with her drool leaving a wet little trail of embarrassment behind her as she crawled naked out into the schoolyard.
Eve felt the warm sun on her bare skin, hot even, and she blinked and squinted. The yard was paved and it hurt her knees, little bits of pebble embedded in the surface sticking into her bare skin and palms as she shuffled her knees and slapped her bare hands all the way out into the middle of the lot. It took minutes, and the crowd around her just grew the whole way. All she heard from them was cruelty, but she ignored it and panted like a good dog, hoping there was in the crowd some kid who would pity a good dog, even if they wouldn't pity Eve. Weren't there assemblies on the importance of kindness to animals? Apparently, that was that only to animals that weren't Eve.
There was the cage. Metal. A lock. Open on all sides so lots of people would see her. It was like one of the cages a dog could be kept in. She panted harder and drew up short on her leash, trembling, but Brenda all but dragged her the final steps as Eve's fear at the sight of it rapidly overwhelmed any hope of kindness here. No one cared about her. And where were the teachers? How could this be happening to her? She wished the fence around the school was still open chain link like it used to be, so police might drive by, or some moral crusading parent who would get upset about a naked girl -- had to be at least as bad as pornography, right?
She was right next to the cage, feeling like a condemned prisoner clinging to last minutes of freedom, only the freedom she was wishing for still had her naked and on all fours, beaten and on a leash. But it had to be better than... this. The pails like filled with animal food reeked. How could he expect her to put up with such a thing. Eve was pulling on her leash, and Mr. Robert bent low, right in her face, explaining. He was telling her she'd always been a bitch. Tears started to flow as Eve nodded, not wanting him to hurt her, listening intently to his words. She had always been a bitch.
Eve really was hungry and nodded, only he pointed her at the pails in the cage, as if they were more than mere decoration, more than just props that would scare her or make it smell so bad she would be miserable. He couldn't expect her to eat that! She moaned and he slapped her as her tongue went in for a moment. Eve stuck her tongue out again immediately, and then Brenda was dragging her around to the cage door, the little opening, shoving her in and kicking her painfully from behind, making her whimper and howl with pain as Brenda's foot smacked so many horrible pains already inflicted on her.
Then there was nothing left but the squeaky close of the door, the snap of a lock, and the small cage, so small she couldn't straighten up like a real girl even if she wanted. She was trapped on all fours, the whole school free to stare at her like some weird zoo exhibit. To laugh at her like she was some trapped animal, only an animal that seemed to be making half the crowd hard, making them want to touch her naked parts, not caring how hurt she was.
She was still looking at the kids all staring at her, flinching away from hands reaching for her, when Mr. Robert reached in and dumped the pail of rice all over her, on her head and her body, the rice dripping to the hot cage floor under her. Eve was shifting her hands and knees constantly on the hot metal, not wanting the stored heat of the hot sun in the metal to burn her bare skin, and now as she moved it just smooshed some of the rice under her knees. She could clearly feel, though, most of it on her head and hair, lying on her naked back and bottom. Little bits would trickle off as she kept hopping on her hands and knees, awkwardly struggling with the heat of the cage floor. Eve felt so sad, the rice being the pail that had smelled like she might possibly be able to choke it down. Now it was wasted, and just the pail smelling like old garbage was left for her to eat.
Mr. Robert picked up the next pail and Eve was already trembling, knowing he was going to dump it on her too. Kids were laughing and pointing already what a pathetic mess she was, and from the smell of it Mr. Robert was going to make it so much worse. But he just held it there letting her worry and think about it while he made sure she knew exactly what it was. Mushy leftovers, wet slimy gravy, and worst of all, real garbage from the dumpster. Eve moaned and peered up into his cruel eyes. There was no mercy there, just glee. It was as if he'd been waiting to see her eyes, because as soon as she looked at him that was when he poured the disgusting mess on her, the gravy dripping in her hair, the reeking filth on her bare skin, slowly falling and dripping to the cage floor with the rice. She was sobbing, her tears mixing with the rice and garbage.
She was staring at Mr. Robert's shoes, and heard him telling her more. She had to eat it all. Had to be a good dog and finish everything, or she couldn't go inside again. The crowd clapped and laughed, as if this was normal, another way to have fun in the yard. Mr. Robert turned and left her alone in the cage surrounded by the mocking kids.
Eve was too humiliated to do anything. Recess had to end soon. Couldn't the kids at least go and leave her in peace? But it was as if Mr. Robert had somehow taken over the whole school. As she hopped around, slowly getting tired and finding it harder to protect her knees from the heat, the accumulated mess of rice and gravy on the floor helping slightly, no one left. Kids took turns, started to talk to each other as if she was somehow boring them, but they didn't leave. Like they were waiting for a show.
She wanted it to end. She wanted to call for Mr. Robert to come back, but if she did, he would probably beat her for speaking his name. She tried howling like a dog, a sad hurt dog, and the kids laughed. "Poor doggy. Eat doggy." She heard that.
Was there really no other way out? She felt the garbage all over her. She lifted one hand and tried to scrape some of it off her hair -- it would take days of shampoo and conditioner to fix this! Her hand was covered with vile smelling garbage, a bunch of rice flecking it. She licked at her hand, trying out the possibility of eating her way out of this the way he demanded. it was so awful she almost retched, but managed to stop herself. Eating her own vomit in front of the kids was not an option.
She licked it slowly, any faster and she really would heave. The kids noticed and laughed at her, taunting the dog that didn't know any better than to eat from the garbage. Eve felt like the lowest of the low, lowest girl in the school, lower even than the janitors. Probably the most miserable girl in the world, as she slowly slowly ate the garbage from her hand. She pulled up handfuls from the floor. Licking it, grimacing with disgust, her belly churning and complaining, but she kept eating it just like a dog that didn't know any better. She was so hot, her sweat dripping from her naked skin.
She reached behind, lowering her face near the vile smell of the floor, contorting her arm high behind her back, smearing the garbage on her naked back where she could reach it, eating those handfuls too. It took a long time. But finally she had eaten all the food she could reach on her back and bottom and head, some still stuck on her shoulder blades where she couldn't quite reach. And the floor was mostly clean, just the juice and smeared mess of the gravy she couldn't get up by the handful. It took her at least an hour, probably more, and she was dripping with sweat, miserable and weary, just wanting to sleep. Her stomach was on the edge of vomiting and she stared at the shoes of all the kids, trying to focus on anything else but the garbage she had just eaten.
She stayed down on all fours, waiting patiently to be released now that she'd eaten everything. Five minutes, ten minutes passed. Nothing. Finally she howled. Then again. Mark Silverman laughed and pointed. "Look, she wants to come out even though she didn't finish every drop!" Everyone laughed at the "stupid dog."
Eve went silent, throat making a swallowing motion as she worked to keep the disgusting filth inside her. She looked down at the floor, slick with the runoff of garbage and slimy gravy. She tried in vain to reach the bits of food piled on her shoulders, giving them a shoe as she struggled. Finally, she shook her body like a wet dog coming in from the rain, her breasts jiggling madly but she felt and heard the last bits of food falling from her shoulders to the floor. She scooped up the pieces she could, then tried wiping with her hand, but it wasn't enough to get all the wet gravy up from the floor. She looked at Stupid Silverman who just leered back at her.
it was ten more minutes of silent waiting before she moaned and gave in to what now seemed inevitable. Eve lowered her face to the cage floor, sweat dripping from her nose, and stuck her tongue out. The floor tasted mostly like spicy pepper, rotting vegetables, and turkey gravy that had turned bad. And hot metal. Her tongue made a rasping sound as she licked as hard as she could, her face a grimace of humiliation and disgust. Eve was sure with her face down everyone got an even better view of how Mr. Robert and the class had marked her bottom and bare skin with pain, but she didn't care anymore. She had to get out of this cage. She licked at the floor, retching into her mouth at one point but swallowing the little bit back down right away before it got worse. Why couldn't he have left her water? It was inhumane to treat an animal like this.
Eve licked her cage floor, enduring all the insults and ridicule for over twenty minutes, until finally she straightened up on all fours again, her face shiny with the vile gravy, hardly even smelling it on herself anymore even though the kids plugged their noses and waved their hands in the air to get her stink away from them. She was disgusting, there was no choice, she just accepted it, and stayed on all fours, waiting to be let out, swallowing down little mouthfuls that burped their way up. She was wretched and miserable, but she just wanted out.
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