Headmaster presses the unlock button on his deck, making audible click from the door and says to the intercom<strong>"Yes, you may."</strong>closing the intercom.<br/><br/>In walks two overly muscular men, in dark suits. Neighter of them says anything, when they drop an large aircraft luggage bag on the floor.<strong> "She´s yours. Work your magic on her, like those before her."</strong>The man who spoke, handed the headmaster an file, and his partner knelt and opened the bag, pulling an seemingly drugged and naked<strong>Alina</strong>from the bag. The goon that spoke before, waits the headmaster to check the file and continues<strong> "Customer wants to know, how long it takes to mold her into mindless fucktoy. What can I inform him?" </strong><br/><br/><strong>Alina </strong>was left laying on the floor, her hands and feet tied with duct tape and over her mouth, there was an motocross mask, with line to small tank of Entonox, keep her under.