If it were possible for the boy's eyes to grow wider, they would have as the two women press right past any any desires he might have harbored. Still the boy looked at them pleadingly - the only people who could relent, the only people who could show him pity or mercy at this point were the two women standing before him, the number of lashes they were discussing rapidly spiraling into an unimaginable number.<br/><br/>He shakes his head pleadingly, tears forming in his eyes. The classroom they were talking about was across the building! And he had neither his hands, nor even as Miss Winters pointed out, the use of his mouth. He had said he would obey, that he would try, but was he being set up for an impossible task? And then would the two cruel figures before him punish him further?