Effie cowered on the floor as she overheard Miss Rogers and the naked, leashed girl talking about her as if she were not there - as if she were an object.  She felt so humiliated being paraded about in this rediculous uniform - being made to kneel in the grass.<br/><br/>Her heart was pounding as she listened to Miss Rogers words.  She was instructing this girl to hurt her.  Why?  It wasn't fair.<br/><br/>Effie tried to pull away, to move backwards, but Miss Rogers had by now twisted her hand so firmly into the tight braids of her hair, that even the smallest movement of her head caused a sharp pain to flash through her scalp.<br/><br/>It came completely without warning, and Effie barely saw the hand flash before her eyes.  The next second she was laying on her back, her legs splayed wide apart, her left cheek flaming with pain, as she gasped for breath.<br/><br/>"Owwwggggg", she squealed loudly and began to sob.