The young woman whimpered as she was thrown roughly in the boot of the car.  It was dark, cold and smelled funny.  She felt them move off, every bump in the road felt as if they found every huge pot hole.  She was laying in an awkward position and she cried softly.  She was dreading this.  How could her parents send her here?  How could her mother let her.....?  But she knew damn well, her mother had had nothing to do with it.  It had been her father's idea.  He had always said she needed to learn her place....and she was now.<br/><br/>The car drove quite fast she thought, but as long as they were moving she had a few more minutes.  She was dreading getting to the scholl.  WHat punishment awaited her she wondered..