Holly flinched as Victoria grabbed Hector and pulled him away from her, the boys face full of shock and horror as Victoria manhandled him to the back of the line, displaying the same surprising strength as when he slashed the heckler in the face. He’d been about to say something to her, he was the only person she knew here what was she doing why- “-What are you doing?!” Holly wailed, stunned at her own hysterical response.
“We at St. Lycurgus’ believe that once you enter the National Service, you start your life again. We can’t have you falling back on your old ways, otherwise you’ll never learn” Victoria smiled at her, her lips full and red, her face made up like a doll. A voluptuously curved body dressed in mock-military attire, she was regal and terrible. Her eyes glowed with a fanaticism that seemed to burn into Holly, cowing her in a way she’d never been before. Holly simply couldn’t understand her, what was this girl? How could someone like this exist? What could make one of the troublesome teenage girls the government had been almost randomly assigning to this School into this?
The other girls still smiling but with the same blind fanaticism in their expressions, moved in among the students, gently separating friends and breaking up groups. Holly wanted to shout at them. Why are you doing this to us? Why do you want to help them? The ones who imprisoned you, took you away from your homes, families and friends? The ones who beat you and force you to dress and act a certain way? Why are you helping authority? You should hate it!
She just stood open mouthed. Most of the boys seem too distracted by the girls rubbing their curves up against them to resist. Another girl from the demonstration Holly didn’t know the name of slapped one of the doll-like girls when she pushed her boyfriend away from her. Victoria was there in an instant. The girl burst into tears as the Group-Leader knocked her to the floor and lashed her sharply on both cheeks. The other girls suddenly became forceful, two of them forcing the boyfriend down unto the floor when he cried out and tired to protect his girl.
“Are you done resisting yet?” Victoria’s voice had real hatred in it when she said the word ‘resisting’ “Because the Head-Mistress is waiting, and to displease Her is the worst of failures.”
“Okay!” Holly shouted, knowing that she had no choice unless she wanted more people hurt “We’ll come quietly, just leave her alone!” Victoria turned away from the weeping girl, and looked at Holly with a strange smile.
“Still think your a leader?” Victoria leered. “See how the Masters and Mistresses will deal with that.”
She turned away sharply and gestured them to follow. The other girls, giggling and whispering about ‘bad girls’, followed behind, gently but forcefully propelling the prisoners along