*ORIGINAL FICTION* Gentle schoolgirl Sarah Wright hates all types of fighting, combat or self-defence. When the slight 15-year-old is forced by her mum to go to wrestling classes, in an effort to toughen her up, she's taken to pieces on the mat by a...
"Look, I just need to call my mum," Sarah piped up, her voice trembling. The poor girl felt she had already suffered enough during that wrestling class. She just wanted to go home and cry now. But as soon as she attempted to reach into the side pocket of her backpack to take out her phone, Sasha blocked her from doing so and snatched the phone from her.
For a small girl, Sarah's reaction seemed brave.
"Are you being serious right now?," Sarah exclaimed, "you know that is my property and you can't just take it?".
"Well, from your performance out there on the mat today, it looks like we can do whatever we want," Sasha declared as the other eleven girls who were encircling the victim giggled with excitement.
"Yeah, it's not like you can do anything about it," Caroline chipped in, coldly, while Sasha switched off Sarah's phone, opened up her locker and placed it in there.
There were a few moments of silence while Sarah stared at Sasha in disbelief. Sasha simply stared back harder until Sarah felt enough fear to lower her eyes to the floor.
"Shoes," Sasha commanded.
"What?", Sarah replied.
"Give them to me. Now."
"Why are you being like this? Honestly I never wanted to come here in the first place and I just want to go home," Sarah pleaded.
"Give me your shoes. And backpack," Sasha commanded, upping the ante a little.
"Or else we'll do more than wrestle you, and that's a promise."
"Small feet," Caroline commented in a disparaging tone, "what size are they?"
Sarah didn't bother to answer the cheeky younger girl. She was weighing up her options. She didn't want to get beaten up here. And maybe if she gave them her shoes, they would feel satisfied and let her go home. And having to walk home in her socks wouldn't be too bad, she reasoned.
Sinking down to a crouching position, Sarah unlaced and removed each of her black trainers, as instructed, which were quickly seized by a gleeful Caroline and tossed over to Sasha.
Locking Sarah's shoes in her locker, Sasha was pleased but not entirely satisfied. It hadn't escaped her that one of her commands had been ignored, and she gave them victim a stare of disapproval.
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STRONG: Sasha
"I am not giving you my backpack," Sarah insisted.
"Oh, but you will," Sasha retorted.
"As well as anything else we tell you to do," said Caroline as almost every other girl in the room enthusiastically hissed "Yes!" or "Yes exactly!".
"Too right Caroline," Sasha agreed, before turning back to pencil-thin Sarah and feeling a sudden surge of anger.
"Actually, who the fuck are you to even argue with me at all?"
