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"No?" Her voice had dropped, dangerously so. Terror clutches at your spine as you watch the tell tale twitch of irritation in her left cheek, the curl of her mouth as she surveys you with disgust and disbelief.
The last time you'd said no, you'd feared losing your job. You needed this position. You couldn't afford to lose it. Not during your probationary years.
Five years on probation here was the deal after your..indiscretion. Your affair. With the other teacher who'd neglected to inform you that they were, in fact, married. And at the time you'd thought the board of education had let you off easy.
If only you'd known just how they'd set you up to fail. Or for punishment. Whichever.
But it's been three years already under this tyrant's thumb, you can't possibly throw away all the work you'd put into dealing with her by breaking now.
Last time she'd run you ragged, shouting while you ran through her goddamned obstacle course for hours, seemingly never getting tired of watching you struggle. There'd been a point years back where'd you'd feared she wouldn't be above resorting to a real beating when displeased enough, but at this point you think you'd prefer it.
"Answer me!" The shout drags you from your terrified wondering with a start, the Trunchbull sneering in your face. "Did. You. Just. Tell. Me. No." Each word is emphasized, rounded out, offered up in a deceptively soft tone of voice that has you forgetting altogether just what injustice had finally made you stand up to the awful woman.
"Useless", comes the Trunchbull's hiss, making you flinch. Your hands curl into fists and there's the makings of rebellion in your belly when something in her face twists, a gleam appearing in her eye.
"It's because you can only think with this, isn't it?" The air leaves your body as you yelp. At this, her hand had lifted to grasp you mercilessly between the legs, pain erupting where her strong fingers curl.
There's no thought, only action, as you lash out in response, your palm cracking against her broad cheek. In an instant, you regret everything, right down to the day you were born, as her head snaps forward, eyes ablaze.
She gathers a handful of the front of your jumper in one meaty fist, yanking you after her. Blessedly, she'd released your nethers, but now your feet scrabble uselessly against the floor as she crosses her office with you in tow.
"I won't have useless things in my school!" Her declaration has your heart sinking, but the malicious look on her face as she shoves you towards her desk and moves to her chair ensures it doesn't stop racing. "So get under there and make yourself bloody useful!"
Confusion displaces fear for a second as you look from her to her desk, only for understanding and horror to blossom simultaneously.
"No, ple-" You can't continue to beg when a large hand grips your jaw.
"There it is again", the Trunchbull says, as if it is the most unbelievable thing in the world that you would be refusing her. "No. Are you so useless you can't even provide baseless pleasure to your betters?"
You stumble back against the desk when she shoves you again, bracing yourself for an attack.
"What on earth did that little idiot see in you", she sneers, her eyes dragging over you in some estimation of leering. "Did you just sit back and take it like a useless little whore?" She snorts and your face burns.
"I won't be-" You start, only to be interrupted again, this time by her growled shout.
"Yes, you will be!" A heavy hand claps onto your shoulder, but doesn't push, to your surprise. "Now", the horrible woman speaks low once more, with an expression on her face that makes you want to hit her again. "You have two options, worm. And I expect you're grateful I'm allowing that much. "
You try to flinch away, to get out from under her hand, but her grip tightens.
"You can leave my school, wasting the years you've put into becoming a teacher", she goes on and your breath catches as you practically watch your future drain away before your eyes.
"Or", and she pauses, drinking in the suffering of your dignity as you begin to resign yourself to the second choice already, "you can make yourself useful."
It's a hard choice, but also an easy one. Forsake your dignity for now, or forsake your career for the foreseeable future. You don't look up at the mass of a woman as you begin to lower yourself to your knees, not until she 'assists' you by hastening your descent with a hard push that leaves your knees aching almost as much as your pride and grasps your chin to force your gaze upwards.
"Get to it", she commands, wiping a tear from your cheek with her thumb and licking it away with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've got work to do."