Chelsea watched horrified as she was told along with the other girls to strip out of all their clothes right down to the bare skin. As the gates behind her closes with a loud metal sound against stone she felt more like a prisoner of some strange jail.
Women in blue uniforms with long leather whips walk all around the jail. One in a black uniform walks up to the girls who had just gotten off the bus and cracks her whip.
"You are now here to learn to be the girls the your parents want you to be and I am here to make you into those girls! There is no questions or escape you will find both very painful! My rule is law! You will obey everything I or one of my guards say or you will know pain! Now that I have made myself clear you will all be going to your own personal treatment which you will find a little less had on you then me. So I suggest you do well in your treatments. I don't want to see any of you again!" With that she turns and walks way with another crack of her whip.
Chelsea feels tears run down her face. What in God's name has her parents done! She only liked being punk. This is not an answer to get to stop it is a nightmare. |