The pain brought the girl to her knees. Her head was pulled forward, the hair ripping from her scalp. Allison shrieked, her cries bouncing off the thick walls and mocking her. Tears washed down her flushed cheeks as Erika kept tugging at her hair.

"Little bitch!" Erika hissed, pulling her hair and dragging her across the room on her knees. "I'll teach you to bring that stuff in here and try to spoil my school."

Oh, she was calling her awful names and accusing her of things she hadn't even done! Why was she doing this, hurting her like this? Allison screamed, tried to get back up on her feet, then stumbled and fell to her knees once more, her hair still pulled straight out by Erika.

"Noooo."

Erika let her go, throwing the girl back on the floor. For a tail slender woman the headmistress had a good deal of strength and dexterity. Allison scooted back on her ass, her uniform twisting around her little body. She scrambled toward the door, twisting around and standing up, her hair streaming wildly behind her.

Locked! Oh God, it was locked! She rattled the bolt, curling her fingers into fists and finally pounding at the door. Wouldn't someone hear her cries, her screams for help?

"Don't bother, my dear," Erika said, regaining some of her former composure. "I told you few people come back in the bailey or here to the keep. And those who do," she added, the cruel smile returning, "wouldn't bother coming to your aid."

Allison felt a wave of defeat crush her to the floor. Turning around once more, she saw the headmistress' mocking eyes and felt another flash of terror.

"Now, take off your clothes before I tear them off," Erika said, her voice hardening.

Sobbing, feeling embarrassed at having to strip before and older woman, Allison did as she was told. Neatly she lay the blazer on a near-by chair, unbuttoning her blouse slowly and finally turning away from Erika, sliding the white cotton garment off.