CARYANA

Agony

As a kid I was not always behaved. I too did naughty and sometimes really nasty things for which I got a heavy beating. I remember one time when I was quarrelled with another child who chased me. I ran to the shower room where I did not know that Mama Sandy was taking a bath. She screamed at the top of her voice which caused a commotion among everyone at the dormitory. I asked for pardon, but Mama Sandy took me to Mama Nagi for a disciplinary action.

Mama Nagi gave me a very hard and excruciating beating. She first started with five soft spanks on my butt while asking why I quarrelled with another kid and ran to the shower room when I should be having a nap. I answered her honestly that I was annoyed to have Rachel passing by my cubicle making silly faces at me. But Mama Nagi just grew irritated at my answer. She gave me another five spanks which were harder. When I cried real hard out of pain, she hit me harder not only on my buttocks, she hit me all over whenever I squirmed and twitched. Seeing that I was not lying steady face down on my back and that I was crying really hard, she turned me over then went on top of me. She was very red with rage and was now irrational as she cupped her hands and placed it on my mouth but that did not stop me from crying and screaming for help. Not being able to restrain me and growing more outrageous, she finally had it. She held her right hand to my nose and began to squeeze while her other had cupped my mouth. I could hardly breathe that time and I felt my lungs were about to explode from the lack of air and the pressure of her weight on my frail body.

I strove hard to get her off me kicking my feet in the air while hitting her on the back. The more I did this the harder she squeezed on my nose. I also had my hands punching her aimlessly. At one point I hit her face so she took my hands and she knelt on them. I was really growing tired by now but still I struggled to get free. Distracted by my struggle, she lost focus so I bit her hand which covered my mouth. She quickly let go of her hand and examined the finger which I bit. At that brief moment I took a very deep breath and screamed very hard. The children were outside my cubicle watching me being tortured. Blood dripped from Mama Nagi's hand then she finally got off me. The blisters on my buttocks and other parts of my body were burning like coals. I was gasping for breath as my sobs grew fainter and fainter but at that moment I knew I would be better now that there was no one restraining me with her weight. It was such a relief for me, but a few minutes later she returned with a glass of water and gave it to me. I pushed the glass away from me and the water splashed all over her face and body with some landing on my blisters. The bloody hell fed the excruciating pain I was already in which had me going in a twitching frenzy. Meanwhile I saw Mama Nagi take a cord from her waist which always hung around her. She hog-tied me to the post of my bed in a half-suspended manner, the weight of my body exerting pressure on my arched back. I was very uneasy at first but when sweat from my wrists stained the cord, it served as a lubricant so I was able to turn my hand to a more comfortable position together with my body. I was left in this position for the rest of the afternoon until it was dusk. Tired as I was, I fell asleep to a deep slumber cradled by my longing for my mother and comforted only by the lash marks on my buttocks and legs.

It was already past supper when Mama Nagi untied me. Although I was tired and my body was aching, I managed to get away from her immediately and threw her a fierce look full of anger and hatred. She threatened not to feed me, but I was unfazed by her threat. I sprang to my feet reached up to the table and grabbed a plateful of food, ran off to the backyard and went below the dormitory floor. Mama Nagi screamed with rage and ran after me but because I was able to hide just in time she gave up her search for me.

Slowly I took food to my mouth groping my way through the dark with only a faint glow from a slit on the floor of the dormitory. Tears rolled own my cheeks, the salty taste lingering with taste of food. My sobs made it hard for me to swallow my food aggravated by the fact that I had no water to drink. I knew from instinct that I might choke so I decided that I would wait for the right time to sneak out of my hiding place a get to the nearest faucet beside the dormitory. Luckily the nearest faucet was just at the back of the dormitory. I cupped my hands and drank a few hands careful not to turn up the faucet too high to cause a sudden surge. After I had quenched my thirst, I came back to my hiding place and continued to finish my food.