Even though the dream was in black and white, Susan Mitchell knew the bedroom was painted a pale purple color. The woman remembered helping her mother paint it when she was a little girl, maybe around 12 years old. In the middle of the room sat the queen sized four poster canopy bed she had begged her mother to buy her. She felt it make her feel like a princess. The big canopy bed was her princess bed in her purple princess bedroom. In this dream, Susan Mitchell was lying on her side on her bed completely naked. Her best friend Brittany Daniels was lying curled up behind her, her arms wrapped around Susan's chest, her lips resting on her neck. Susan's fellow cheerleader, Kylie, was lying naked facing her. Susan was awake in her dream while her friends slept but she was unable to move.
The peace of the dream was shattered by the sound of the metal flap in the steel door of her cell opening and her breakfast being slid through. The dream flitted out of her mind as she was roughly shot back to the reality of her situation. She groaned as she climbed off the thin mattress on the cold cement floor of her cell. The mattress and this cold concrete room was a thousand miles from her comfy bedroom back home, a bedroom she knew she would never see again. She thought about the dream and what it meant. Kylie, her current abuser, had been kinder to her yesterday following their morning spat. After she had returned and climbed on top of Susan's face, she had untied her friend and they had gone to the cafeteria for lunch together before Susan was retuned to this cell. Perhaps the dream was telling her something about Kylie? And what about Brittany, who Susan had not seen for some time? Where was she and was she okay?
There was a note with breakfast telling Susan to come to the school atrium today but it didn't have a time. Susan decided to take advantage of that and eat her breakfast leisurely. Then she chose to take a nice long hot shower and even put on a little of the makeup Miss Jennifer had given her at Christmas. She figured she couldn't get into too much trouble since the note didn't specify a time. After all, Krutz could force her to do whatever he told her to do, but she didn't have to do anything she wasn't specifically told.
After breakfast and the short, Susan knew she had dawdled enough and pushed open the steel door, which had been unlocked, and walked down the main hall to the atrium. Kylie was sitting on a stool reading a book and obviously waiting there for Susan. Her friend was dressed in a tight black leather skirt, a leather halter top and thigh high leather boots, which was a ridiculous outfit for school, Susan thought. She wondered how long Kylie had been waiting there for her in that getup but then she remembered the cameras that captured her every movement. Kylie probably had access to that video feed so all she had to do was watch to know Susan was leaving her cell. For some reason, Susan felt a little embarrassed about the shower she had just taken, as if her naked body hadn't been on display for months and certainly Kylie had seen it before. She thought it was odd how one's brain worked in moments like this, caring about nonsense instead of what it should be focused upon.
"Good morning, lazy butt," Kylie said as Susan approached. "If you had taken much loner, I was going to have to come down there and drag your ass out." Susan did not reply but just looked around the atrium at the long steel chains hanging from the ceiling and she knew Kylie's threat of suspension bondage was going to start in earnest today. The large cinder blocks sitting near one of the poles puzzled her. She certainly did not relish the idea of those being used as weight against her, but she knew that was probably inevitable..