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Detention (Part One)
🕑 Added 2023-02-28 11:59:01 +0000 UTCShe strolls back in and sits down, crosses her legs. She’s chewing her gum loudly, which always pisses him off.
“You were gone a long time,” he says, not looking up from his newspaper.
“Yeah,” she says, playing with her hair. “Well you know when, like, you’re waiting for your food at a restaurant, and you go to the bathroom so it’ll be there when you get back?”
“Mm hmm,” he grumbles, not really listening.
“Yeah. Well anyway, it didn’t work.”
He ignores her, not wanting to prolong the conversation. When he gave her this detention, he forgot that it would be his turn to supervise.
“How’s your coffee?” she asks cheerfully. Her voice is polite but he senses that she’s mocking him somehow.
“It’s fine,” he says.
She uncrosses her legs and stretches. He tries not to watch her. What she’s wearing is wildly inappropriate for school; a very short miniskirt with a crop top and bright pink high heels.
He knows he’s not supposed to hate students, but he hates her. He would never admit it but the way she flaunts her sexuality intimidates him, and he can tell that she knows it. It doesn’t help that she’s always behaved like a spoiled brat, and to make matters worse she thinks the rules no longer apply to her since she turned eighteen.
He feels nauseous.
“You feeling okay?” she asks.
How does she know?
“Yeah I’m fine.” He downs the last gulp of his coffee. It’s cold now and it makes his stomach feel even worse.
“Want me to get you another coffee from the staff room?”
“No. Just sit there and be quiet please.” He stands up to stretch and suddenly feels extremely dizzy.
“You sure you’re alright?” She sounds amused, almost excited. Of course she does. He’s about to snap at her when he loses his balance and falls to the floor, his vision going blurry. As he falls into unconsciousness he could swear that he hears her giggling.
When he wakes up he’s in an alien landscape. The ground beneath him is a bouncy surface made up of huge interweaving fibres. He looks around, blinking, and sees an enormous room, with a ceiling higher than a cathedral. His confusion turns to alarm when he sees before him a forest of steel legs belonging to what appear to be giant desks and chairs. It can’t be. Is this his classroom?
A sharp noise snaps his attention to the windows to the corridor outside, on the wall with the door. The blinds have been snapped shut. There’s movement over in the far corner, but his vision is still blurry and he can’t make out much through the dense jungle of the desks. As his grogginess begins to fade, he strains to remember who was with him when he fainted. When he remembers, his stomach sinks.
He feels a dull thud through the floor. Then another, closer this time. Approaching footsteps. Oh god.
His heart is in his throat as the vague movement across the room moves closer, and takes on the distinct shape of an impossibly huge pair of legs. A moment later, her face emerges in his vision, smiling down at him from her full, terrifying height. The jungle of desks barely reaches her waist as she emerges from it like an enormous monster wading through the trees.
She stops, smiling down at him with her hands on her hips.
“Hi cutie.”
Cutie?
“What…” his voice catches in his throat. “What happened?” His voice feels embarrassingly tiny and weak.
She giggles. “Aww, your little voice is so cute!”
“What happened?” he repeats, trying to sound more threatening but coming humiliatingly short.
“Remember that coffee you had me get you?”
“You did this to me?!”
She giggles again. “Oopsie.”
“What… Why?!” He stands up, puts his hands on his hips.
“You are sooo cute!” she exclaims.
“Why did…”
She takes a step towards him. He instinctively backs away and trips over the carpet fibres, falling down onto his back. His face goes red as she giggles down at him.
“Because, cutie. Now you’re the perfect size to be my little pet.”
His blood runs cold. Slowly and firmly, he says “I will not be your pet.”
She giggles. “Of course you will, silly! You don’t have a choice.”
Holy shit. Maybe she’s just fucking with him, but he can’t take that chance. He starts sprinting towards the classroom door, which to his immense relief appears to be slightly ajar.
Behind him, he hears her booming voice burst into laughter. “Are you trying to escape? You are so adorable!”
He ignores her, just keeps running.
“Better run fast, cutie! If I catch you I’m gonna punish you for trying to get away.”
Her taunting infuriates him and he goes even faster. But at his tiny size, he has a lot of ground to cover and it takes him an excruciatingly long time to make progress towards the crack in the door.
He feels the dull thud of her footsteps behind him. To his dismay, she calmly strolls past him and reaches the door in only three or four huge steps. She doesn’t close it. Instead she leans against the wall next to the doorway, arms crossed. She bends her knee, lifting one of her pink-heeled feet to rest against the door, ready to kick it shut behind her. She watches with calm amusement as he continues to sprint towards her, refusing to give up.
Just as he reaches the door she closes it with her foot. “Sorry little guy! Guess you’re all mine now.”
“Fuck you!” he shouts, and starts running back in the direction he came, prompting her to laugh at him. “Where do you think you’re going? Come on, little guy, you know there’s nowhere to run. You’re mine now. Come here and accept your punishment like a good boy.”
“I will not be “punished’ by some little girl!”
