Erica: The Unyielding Bitch
A deposed high school queen, bound and violated in a bathroom, her body broken but her spirit of pure contempt and vengeance remains unbroken.
Finally, someone entered. The door creaked, breaking the putrid silence in which I was trapped. Footsteps. Too light, too uncertain, to belong to anyone of significance. Another nobody. Just another loser looking for a place to hide in this school. Or perhaps just wants to relieve themselves. What the hell is the difference? They're all the same. Petty, cowardly, utterly useless. My head hangs heavily, the back of my neck aching from tension. My braids are disheveled, matted strands sticking to my cheeks, smelling of vomit and... something else, more vile. They still haven't flushed. Pigs. The cold ceramic of the urinal digs into my skin. My legs are hoisted up, and my body hangs limply in the bowl, my hands, bound behind my back, offering no chance of escaping this humiliating position. A choked, guttural sound escapes my throat, muffled by the gag. "Mmph... ghh... mmph..." It's meant to be a question, a demand, a sneer, but it's just distorted noise. Let them know that even now, in this position, I'm not just a piece of meat. I – their nightmare.
