As
Years Go By
Year
Twelve: Worse than detention
There can be nothing worse than school
detention, Lauren Ryman thought as she walked home. Lauren wasn't the typical
girl to receive detention. She was nearly seventeen, had pretty good good
grades and was a star netballer - but she had a big mouth. It was her swearing
and snide comments on several junior teachers that landed her in detention
today.
School
detention meant sitting in an old dusty classroom and writing an essay on her
wrongdoing. It was only after four in the afternoon when she was released. It
meant missing out on her typical girly outing with her best friends. Darn
school regulation and regimentation. One day, I'll reinvent the whole set of
school rules everywhere, she thought.
As she walked down the shady path, she
felt a sting against the back of her neck. Bloody hell, another part of my day
is ruined by a bee or insect sting. But it's too late in the year for bees
or....Lauren's thoughts were jumbled up as she immediately felt dizzy. She
dropped her school bag and fell side ways, but was, strangely enough, caught by
a pair of hands. Lauren's senses were all rendered useless except her sense of
sight.
Lauren
could only watch as her body was wrapped in some sort of large black bag and
then carried to a nearby van. As the vehicle started to move, she could only
watch as the bag and her outer clothes were cut open and removed. When they had
finished, she was just in her cream coloured bra, translucent tights and bikini
light blue knickers.
They
removed her knickers but being paralysed, Lauren only watch as they bound her
wrists with thick duct tape and more tape above and below her B cup breasts.
Suddenly, her skin colour turned red and Lauren regained her senses. Just as
she was about to open her mouth to scream, the kidnappers shoved her own
knickers into her mouth.
Lauren
half gagged as one of them muttered, "you only have yourself to blame for the
taste." Several long stripe of tape secured the underwear inside and just
as Lauren was about to kick them, one held her legs wide open, exposing her
naked crotch.
Another
took out a material that crinkled in their hands, and Lauren struggled in
surprise as the man roughly taped some form of adult nappy over her. Finally,
her knees and ankles were wrapped in more tape, completing her binds and
humiliation.
Feeling extremely embarrassed in her
semi-nakedness and frightened, Lauren could only sob through her gag as the van
sped along. It suddenly screeched to a halt, throwing her hard against the
wall. One of the kidnappers jammed two ear plugs into her ears but even then
she could still pick out some of their conversations.
"Money",
"drop off", "father"... “Oh my gosh,” Lauren realised, “they’re trying
to get money off from daddy!” Lauren
struggled violently at her bonds but the duct tape was just too tight. Just as
she thought she found some slack, one of then moved over to her and yelled,
"stop struggling or you won’t see your family again."
After
what seemed like an eternity, the vehicle started rolling again but this time
it stopped again after about ten minutes.
"Here's
where we say good bye honey," one of them said, and jammed a syringe into
her arm. Lauren screamed, before her eyes slowly closed and she blacked out.
As
she came to, Lauren looked up at the dark sky, and realised hours had passed as
she found herself lying in a field. They had cut off her bra and the sleeping
drug had made her wet the nappy.
It
took her another hour or so, before she managed to free herself and spat out
her now soggy underwear. “Now I know
what's worse than detention,” she thought as she slowly stood, and headed to
some nearby buildings.
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