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"She has learned her corner, hasn't she?" I turned my head and
saw Gloria and Paula coming down. Gloria had just spoken up and
they both laughed at her sarcasm. I was sobbing in my
humiliation. Tears rolled down my face. "Did you bring the family
photos with you?" Paula asked. I nodded and at the same time I
was thinking that Paula wasn't there on Saturday, so Gloria must
have told her. She walked towards me. "Give them to me." she
commanded. As she approached me I noticed she was wearing my
necklace, the one she got from me in the auctioning that Saturday
that my nightmare begun. I tried to open my handbag but I was
trembling. As a result my handbag slipped and
everything that was in it fell down on the basement floor. Both women
burst into a bout of hysterical laughter. I went on to my knees
to start gathering my things back, but as I reached for my
lipstick, the closest object to me, Gloria stepped onto my
hand. She pressed my hand with her foot onto the cold cement
basement. I was in real pain but I kept silent. "Leave it as it
is you moron." she said. "There are other tasks for you in the
basket right now." "And stay on your knees." Paula added. "The
position a slut like you should always take." Paula then moved
and stepped over my other hand but she used her spike heel. She
was pressing very hard. A photo album was then presented to me.
Gloria spoke again. "Listen carefully. bitch. Fill this album with
photos, on the left hand side your family photos, on the right
hand side your naked photos. Then explain in the ten pages at the
end of the album your double life: a good housewife and a slut
fucker. That makes us a huswife." They both laughed. "Make sure
you fill all ten pages and keep your letter size small. I see you
have a pen. Follow the orders accurately and finish in no more
than thirty minutes you little hussy, or...." and by that she
grabbed my hair and pulled it back so that I had eye contact with
her. The pain on my hands had become unbearable and the pain on
my hair added to it so I screamed. Gloria smiled for a moment
then again she said in a stern voice "Or what, you bitch?" "I will
be punished." I said in a low voice. "Speak up, cunt." she yelled
and pulled my hair even more harshly. "I will be punished!" I
cried. " I see we're making some progress" she said and both
women laughed cruelly. Then they stepped off my hands and started
going towards the stairs, but Paula returned. "Give me that watch
of yours, slut." she said. I could move my hands with difficulty
due to the long pressing onto the base, so it took me a while to
loosen up and hand her over my watch. She took it and also my
handbag and went upstairs. "28 minutes are left." I heard her
saying from the top.
I was trembling in shock, but I wasn't sure if it was due to the
cold basement, the cruel degradation or the excitement I was
feeling. I was ashamed, but I was excited. I crawled to where my
family photos were, then back to a pile of photos of me same as
the ones on the wall and started filling the album as quickly as
I could. It turned out that I had to put in some 50 photos of
each kind. I had no idea how much time had passed. I started
describing my double life; housewife on the left hand pages, slut
on the right hand ones. It was so humiliating. I was crying all
the time and I wet the paper twice. By the time I had finished
page three the door opened and Gloria and Paula came. As I was to
find soon, Mona was also with them. I was trying to write as much
as I could but Gloria quickly came over me and stepped on my
right hand (the one with the pen). This resulted to a blot on the
paper. "Time is up!" Gloria said. Paula stepped again on my left
hand pressing with her foot using her spike heel and then took
the album. "What have we got here?" she said. "Only three pages!
My, my, my! Is she a useless slut or what?" "If she wasn't useless
she could have kept her husband happy." said Mona sarcastically. I
was surprised (mostly because of her being there at a time that
the school was open, but also because of what she said.) "Hello,
little Joan." she continued. "Keeping up the demonstration of your
incapacity?" The three women burst into laughter. |
