For Matt, days became weeks, weeks became a month, all spent going over regrets in his head, all spent dreading his inevitable future.
Giles returned after lunch. He'd forgotten all about Matt, just one more victim, even if it was the first of his new institution. He looked at the box and chuckled to himself. "Oh, dear... a whole month in the box... well, a few more days won't hurt." And with that, he sat down with a book.
At 12:50, an alarm went off. "Oh, fuck!" Giles shouted, remembering what he'd been told about the meeting. He quickly turned the alarm off and headed for the assembly room.
The headmaster addressed the class. "Congratulations, students, you have begun your training. Now, as always, it falls to me to humiliate those brave yet foolish souls who have chosen to play hooky."
Six boys all told were summoned. Two were naked, three were simply confused, and the sixth was a heap of plastic. Giles's heart skipped a beat in his chest. "Oh, dear," said the headmaster, heading over to the heap of plastic, "what's this?"
He lifted the plastic boy to hang out before him. "You're clearly a student, or you wouldn't be here... did you volunteer for this? No, I don't think so... I sense a name... Giles?" He turned to the assembled students. "Mr. Turner, would you come down, please?"
"Er, what about us?" asked one of the naked boys.
"Ah, almost forgot." With a wave of his hand, the headmaster turned the two boys to stone, as the students laughed. "Much more decent. You three, sit down."
The three clothed students did sit down, as Giles, tremulous, came down the steps. The headmaster held the collapsed student up to him. "Is this your doing?"
"N-not really," said Giles. "It was his girlfriend, sort of."
"Sort of?"
"She turned herself into a love doll, but the spell she used made it so anyone who inflated her with life's breath would become a love doll as well."
"Ah. So why is he deflated?"
"I did that," said Giles, too afraid to lie to the headmaster, "so I could try out a golem spell."
The headmaster snickered. "A golem spell?" he asked. "I suppose so you could make him your personal love slave?"
Giles relaxed and laughed a bit. "Yeah," he said. "I blew him up with a pump first and fucked him, but I thought I'd rather have him moving."
The headmaster smiled. "I see." And with a wave of his hand, Giles was gone, clothes and all. The headmaster became very stern. "Every year, we get one like that. Who thinks even the most basic rules don't apply to our kind. Let me be clear - whatever magical means you use, using an unwilling person as a sex object... well, there's a word for that, and it will be punished accordingly. Of course, a willing person..." he smiled, "by all means, use them however you like. As for where Mr. Turner has gone, you need not concern yourselves, only he is alive, he is human, and you do not want to be where he is."
With that, he waved his hands over Matt, inflating him back into a full-fledged love doll, breaking the golem spell, as his naked body, fully erect, lay in full view of the snickering class. "...Giles?" the boy asked.
"No," said the headmaster. "Mr. Turner is being punished."
"Headmaster?"
"That's right. I've seen this spell before, and I know a way to reinflate someone that's neither any individual's breath nor inert air. If this ever happens again, have whomever you're with report to the infirmary."
"Oh, thank you, headmaster!"
"You may not want to thank me yet. I was told that you came to be this way by inflating a young woman who had turned herself into your love doll. We're going to have to talk about that..."