Chapter Four

 

I'd managed to speak to Elizabeth. She'd promised to bring food and drink to my hiding place beneath the floor in the chapel. Access to my new home was via a hatch in the floor behind the organ. It was a small cellar, netted with cobwebs and obviously disused. My wimple was on the ground by the perimeter wall along with a carrier bag containing a few clothes. Evidence enough of my escape, I hoped. I'd slept in the cellar and was waiting for Elizabeth to bring me food when I heard voices in the chapel above.

"Any luck?" the monk asked.

"No," the Mother Superior replied. "She can't have managed to get over both walls."

"She must have done. The wimple, the bag... she obviously dropped them while scaling the wall. She's got away, there's no doubt about it."

"I reckon she's in hiding."

"If she is, then she'll have to show herself eventually. Without food..."

"That's it," the woman broke in. "Food."

"What do you mean?" the monk asked.

"She'll need food and water. Either she'll come out of hiding to steal food from the kitchens or someone will take it to her. OK, so it's a waiting game. We'll keep our eyes open and..."

"That nun, Elizabeth. She was in with her, wasn't she?"

"Yes, she was."

"Bring her to me. I'll find out whether or not she knows anything."

The Mother Superior wasn't stupid, I mused. There again, she couldn't be sure that I was still in the nunnery. Although the small cellar was dark, I noticed a hatch set in the wall. Clawing at the wooden panel with my nails, I managed to pull it away and found myself gazing into the small passageway. The building was several hundred years old, and I wondered whether there was a labyrinth of tunnels possibly once used for smuggling. Crawling along the wet and, passage, the sound of water dripping around me, I noticed a shaft of light several yards ahead. The chance of finding myself emerging from the tunnel beyond the perimeter walls was slim, but I at least had a good hiding place. Reaching the light, I peered through a crack in the boards beneath me. I was above the dungeon, looking down through the ceiling at the monk as he toyed with the chair.

Fearful of him hearing me, I didn't venture further along the tunnel. Once he'd gone, I'd move on and discover where the tunnel led to. Perhaps it had been a drain, I reflected, lying full length on the boards and making myself comfortable. Within minutes, I heard a scream and scuffling noises. Looking through the boards, I was surprised to see the Mother dragging Juliet into the dungeon. Ripping the girl's habit off, the woman tore her bra and panties away from her young body and turned to the monk.

"I can't find Elizabeth," she said. "Juliet was chatting to Mary in the kitchen garden yesterday. She says she knows nothing but..."

"Is that right?" the monk grinned, tweaking the elongated teats of the girl's erect nipples. "You know nothing about Sister Mary's escape?"

"I haven't seen her since..."

"You're lying," he snapped.

"No, I'm not. I last saw her in the garden. I went to see the Mother Superior and..."

"Where is she hiding?" the monk bellowed, the girl grimacing as he painfully pulled the teats of her young breasts. "You're taking her food, aren't you?"

"Food? I don't know what you mean."

"OK, have it your way."

"Unless we find her..." the Mother began.

"I know," the monk barked. "We'll just have to hope that she's in the building."

"And if she's not?"

"Then... then we'll no doubt have a visit. Once she opens her mouth... but we've been there before," he chuckled. "Look what happened. We came out squeaky clean."

"Yes, but if it happens again..." the Mother sighed.

"This is a nunnery," the monk broke in. "Legitimate, all above board. The girls said nothing when questioned. The police found nothing. I even showed them the dungeon. They believed me when I said that the place was used for storage. I'll deal with this lying little bitch and then hide all the evidence, as I did before. We have nothing to worry about, believe me."

"I hope you're right. I'd better contact Mary's stepfather. I doubt that she'd go home, but you never know."

"And I'll get the truth out of Juliet," he grinned, grabbing her long brown hair.

As the Mother left and closed the door, the monk forced Juliet to sit in the chair. Her naked body visibly trembling, she allowed the man to bind her wrists and ankles. She obviously knew that there was no point in fighting as he moved the levers, the chair reclining, her long legs opening wide as he moved the planks of wood apart. I could clearly see the yawning crack of her vagina, the protruding wings of her inner lips. She was a beautiful girl, her naked body unblemished in youth, the mounds of her breasts perfectly symmetrical, her nipples rising alluringly from the discs of her areolae. It was sacrilege to leave her in the hands of a man so evil, so perverted. But there was nothing I could do to save her from her fate.

The monk took something from a shelf and then settled at the girl's feet. I knew what he was going to do as he squirted white foam over the rise of her mons, the fleshy hillocks of her outer labia. Working with a razor, he slowly removed the dark curls veiling her sex mound, shaving her vulva as she whimpered in the chair. Dragging the razor over the soft hillocks of her vaginal lips, removing every last pubic curl, he finally wiped her milk-white flesh with a towel. Her naked lips pouted as I gazed in awe at her pussy slit. Swollen, perfectly formed, her outer labia rose alluringly either side of the pink ravine of her sex valley. I knew she was young, but now she looked...

"Tell me where Mary's hiding," he said, taking a huge candle from the shelf.

"I don't know," she whimpered.

He parted the wooden planks further, her vaginal entrance opening wide. "Tell me, Juliet," he repeated, pushing the rounded end of the candle between her hairless sex lips. "Where is she hiding?"

"I don't know," she murmured, the candle driving deep into the sheath of her young pussy.

"You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you?"

"I haven't seen her since we were in the garden."

"Liar."

I gazed at her puffy outer lips encompassing the huge shaft of the candle, her erect clitoris forced to emerge from beneath its pink hood as the girl writhed in the chair. Her lower stomach rising as he pushed the waxen shaft fully home, she grimaced. Strangely I felt my own clitoris swell, my lubricious juices seeping between my inner lips as I feasted my eyes on the girl's blatantly exhibited pussy. Recalling her tongue entering the wet shaft of my vagina, delving into my rectum, I felt a quiver run through my womb.

"And now for the whip," the monk said, leaving the room. Taking the opportunity, I moved on along the tunnel. I had a strange desire to watch Juliet enduring crude sex. I wanted to watch her take the monk's penis deep into her vagina, her pretty mouth. My uncharacteristic thoughts worried me as I made my way along the tunnel. Were they normal thoughts? Curiosity? Finally reaching a bend in the tunnel, I began to worry. There was no way I could turn round, and I'd travelled too far to crawl backwards to the cellar. Easing myself around the bend, I noticed a light glimmering in the darkness ahead.

Crawling through the slime-ridden tunnel, I found myself peering down through a metal grille into a small room. There was a shaft of daylight streaming into the room, twinkling on the surface of rippling water. It wasn't a room, it was a huge drain. How deep was the water? I wondered, managing to pull the grille free. If I continued to follow the tunnel, I might find myself up against a dead end. I'd never be able to get back, but... the water looked dirty. Dare I jump? If it was ten-feet deep... hell, I couldn't swim.

Crossing the hole, I moved along the tunnel, praying for a way out. I must have travelled some ten yards or more when I came to another grille. Peering through the metal bars, I smiled. I could see bushes, grass, sunlight. Pushing the grille out, I slipped out of the tunnel and landed on the grass. The chances of my being outside the perimeter walls were nil, I knew as I clambered to my feet. So, where was I? Moving around the bushes, I came across a stream, the crystal-clear water running over small rocks. Looking about at the small trees and bushes, the short grass, I had no idea where I was. It was like a dream garden. The birds singing, the sun warming the flowers running alongside the stream, I was sure that I wasn't in the grounds on the nunnery.

Slipping my wet and torn habit over my head, I kicked my shoes off and stepped into the stream. Sitting on a submerged rock, the cooling water lapping at the fleshy lips of my vagina, I closed my eyes and relaxed. Had I found freedom? I wondered, trying to work out my position. Washing my sperm-starched body, I lay on the soft grass and let the sun dry me before slipping into my habit. As much as I'd have liked to have stayed by the stream, I had to move on. Following a tree-lines path, I rounded a corner. My heart sinking, a wave if disappointment crashing through me, I stared at the rear of the nunnery.

"Fuck," I murmured, noticing Elizabeth pushing a wheelbarrow towards the kitchen garden. Never had I felt so low, so despondent as I dropped to my knees. I'd known in my heart that I'd not escaped the grounds. The tunnel was no where near long enough to have taken me beneath both walls. Lifting my head, I watched Elizabeth dump the wheelbarrow and walk towards me. She looked perplexed as she approached, her pretty eyes frowning.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking about her. "Quickly, let's hide."

Rising to my feet, I smiled. "I thought I'd escaped," I said, following her into a clump of bushes.

"Escaped? I took food to the cellar but you weren't there."

"There was a tunnel... I'll tell you about it later."

"The Mother's been going mad," she sighed as we sat on the ground. "Screaming and shouting, questioning us and..."

"Elizabeth," I interrupted her. "We have to get out of this place."

"There is no way out," she returned. "You must get it into your head, Mary. We're here for good." Placing her arm around my shoulder as a tear rolled down my face, she smiled. "One day we'll find a way out," she whispered.

Gazing at her pretty mouth, her pink tongue as she licked her succulent lips, I felt my womb contract. I needed love, the security and comfort of physical contact. Unable to drag my eyes away from her wet lips, her peeping tongue as she whispered her words of reassurance, I moved closer to her. I couldn't help myself as I pressed my lips to her and kissed her passionately. Out tongues meeting, she breathed deeply through her nose as she took my head in her hands and closed her eyes. Our wet tongues entwining, I felt my clitoris stir within my vaginal valley, my juices of desire seeping between the petals of my inner lips as my womb contracted.

"No," I murmured in my confusion as her hand slipped beneath my habit, her fingers stroking the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Involuntarily parting my legs, I shuddered as her fingers worked their way up to my naked pussy. I could feel her stroking the warm softness of my outer lips, her fingertip running up and down the wetting valley of my pussy. Reclining, I lay with my legs apart, my eyes closed as she tugged my habit up over my stomach. I didn't know what I thought as she again ran her fingertip up and down my sex valley. In a dream-like state, I recalled Chris stroking me there, attending my feminine needs in our loving.

"You're beautiful," Elizabeth murmured, leaning over me and kissing my lower stomach. I could feel her hot breath as she moved down over the rise of my mons, the wetness of her pink tongue as she tasted the fleshy folds within the top of my opening valley of desire. Moving down, she tasted the wet flesh of my unfurling inner lips, her tongue working its way towards the opening of my vagina. Finding some escape in Elizabeth's intimate loving I tried not to think of my plight, the inevitable return to the dungeon. For the moment, I was free, drifting, floating, lost in my senses. Her warm tongue lapped at my vaginal entrance, teasing me there, tasting my sex juices as I writhed on the ground in my forbidden ecstasy

Her fingers opening the swollen hillocks of my pussy, parting the fleshy cushions and exposing my most intimate flesh, she continued her lesbian licking. My clitoris throbbed expectantly beneath her sweeping tongue, inflating, becoming sensitive in the extreme. I was going to come, I knew as she sucked the solid protrusion of my pearl into her wet mouth. My fingernails digging into the ground, my back arched, I gasped as my pleasure slowly built. Almost there, I squeezed my eyes shut, my pre-orgasmic juices flowing from the gaping hole of my vagina as my womb rhythmically contracted.

Her fingers suddenly thrusting into my contracting pussy, massaging the creamy walls of my vaginal sheath, she worked her tongue around my painfully solid clitoris, sending ripples of pure sexual bliss through my quivering womb. Again and again, she sucked hard on my pleasure spot, mouthing, licking, taking me ever-closer top the inevitable explosion of orgasm. I could hold back no longer, I knew as my juices squelched within my pistoned vagina. My erect nipples brushing against the rough material of my habit, my legs parted wide, I threw by head back and held. My breathing fast and shallow, my nostrils flaring, my eyes rolling, I lost myself completely in the illicit lesbian coupling.

"Yes," I cried as my pleasure exploded within the pulsating nub of my clitoris. The juices of my vagina spewing past her thrusting fingers, splattering my inner thighs, I tossed my head from side to side as she sustained my incredible pleasure. My vaginal muscles spasming, griping her massaging fingers like a velvet-jawed vice, I shook violently in my coming. Again and again, waves of orgasm coursed through my pelvis, tremors rocking my contracting womb, transmitting deep into the very core of my young body.

Her fingers finally leaving the drenched sheath of my pussy, she pressed her mouth to my gaping sex hole and sucked out my orgasmic juices. Massaging my pulsating clitoris with her fingertips, she drank from my sex-flooded vagina as my orgasm peaked and rocked my very soul. Never had I known such immense pleasure. My clitoris painfully hard, pulsating wildly, I let out a scream of ecstasy. On and on shockwaves of sex shook my writhing body, my juices of lust issuing from my vaginal throat, filling Elizabeth's mouth as she sustained my beautiful climax.

Finally drifting down from my sexual heaven, I lay quivering on the ground as she cleansed my vaginal lips, lapped up the cream running down to the hole of my bottom. Leaving me to recover, she sat up and licked her juiced lips, her eyes sparkling lustfully as she smiled at me. Running her fingertip up and down my drenched sex valley, she finally pulled my habit down, concealing the engorged hillocks of my sated pussy. My mind free of torment for a while, I wallowed in the aftermath of my coming, relaxing as the last ripples of sex faded.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, propping myself up on my elbows. "That was amazing."

"I thought you might like it," she grinned. "I must go now before..."

"No, don't go," I sighed.

"I have to, Mary. If the Mother's looking for me... well, you know what'll happen. What will you do?"

"I don't know. My idea of hiding wasn't so good after all." Hesitating, I gazed at her full lips, the wetness glistening there. "Elizabeth, I... I want to do the same to you."

Reclining and spreading her legs, she lifted her habit, pulling the garment over her stomach, revealing her naked pussy to my wide eyes. Settling between her long legs, I parted the fleshy swell of her vaginal lips with my thumbs and gazed longingly at her inner sex folds. Never had I examined the secret flesh within another girl's sex crack, scrutinised the wet inner lips, the pink flesh. Pushing my tongue out, I moved closer to her intimacy, wondering what another girl tasted like as I pressed on her glistening flesh and popped her clitoris out from beneath its protective hood.

My tongue running up her gaping sex valley, gathering her creamy lubricant, I focused on the pink bulb of her clitoris as it swelled. Moving down, I lapped up her warm, lubricious juices of desire flowing from her vaginal mouth. Sweeping my tongue up her open crack, over her erect clitoris, I breathed in the heady scent of her black pubic curls. She shuddered, her young body writhing as I again licked the sensitive nub of her pleasure bud. I'd at least found some pleasure at the nunnery. Pleasure, solace, comfort... had I found love? Did I know what love was?

Slipping two fingers into her hot vagina, I explored her sex-drenched inner flesh. She was tight, the walls of her vaginal sheath gripping my fingers as I pressed against her pubic bone. Encircling the nub of her clitoris with my tongue, I thrust my pussy-wet fingers in and out of her hot sheath, inducing her sex-milk to flow. Squirming, she let out little whimpers of ecstasy as I worked on her pink clitoris. Sucking, licking, bringing out her pleasure, I wanted her to come. Pressing my lips hard against the wet flesh surrounding her clitoris, her pubic hair tickling my nose, I continued my sucking and licking. She was almost there, I knew as her stomach rose and fell, her breathing short gasps as she gripped my head.

"God," she cried, her clitoris exploding in orgasm within my mouth, her vaginal juices streaming over my thrusting hand. Pulling on my blonde hair, grinding the hot inner flesh of her open sex valley into my mouth, her young body convulsed violently. Her naked thighs twitching, her head thrown back, I thought she'd passed out as I slowed my pistoning rhythm to a gentle massaging. Finally withdrawing my wet fingers from her spasming pussy, I sat up and gazed at her juice-matted pubic curls, her swollen love lips rising alluringly either side of her inflamed crack.

"That was beautiful," she breathed, her head lolling from side to side as she tugged her habit down. "Absolutely beautiful."

"You taste nice," I murmured, licking my creamed lips. "I liked sucking you."

"If we get caught..." she began, sitting up. "God, I dread to think."

"We won't get caught," I smiled.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. Go back into hiding, I suppose. Elizabeth, what we did... we'll do it again, won't we?"

"Yes, yes we will. Look, I'd better go before I'm missed. I'll bring you some food later."

"All right. Have you seen the stream?"

"Yes, I have."

"Meet me there later. This evening, perhaps."

"If I can," she said, rising to her feet and peering out of the bushes. "Right, the coast is clear. See you later."

As she left, I looked about me. Well hidden by the thick foliage, I'd be safe enough in the bushes for the rest of the day. Pondering on Elizabeth, the things we'd done, I felt guilty. I'd masturbated since I was young, but never dreamed that I'd massage and lick another girl to orgasm. The taste of Elizabeth's sex juices lingering on my lips; I felt my clitoris stir as I recalled my first orgasm. I'd been playing in the garden, sitting astride a large beach ball. My vaginal lips pressing against the ball as I'd rocked and bounced, I'd felt unfamiliar sensations between my splayed thighs. The more I'd rocked back and forth, the wonderful sensations built. Finally slipping my hand down my panties, I'd explored the valley of my pussy, massaged the hard spot nestling there.

My mother had called me in for lunch, disturbing my learning, but I was soon back in the garden wondering about my pussy. Slipping behind the hedge, I'd lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. The lips of my pussy were swollen, a cream-like substance oozing from my crack. Lying on the ground, I'd parted my legs and rubbed myself. The hard spot became ultra-sensitive; sending beautiful quivers though my pelvis. I'd rubbed faster, panting, my face flushing, until the sensations had exploded in orgasm. I didn't know what was happening to me as I'd rubbed my spot faster, my climax rocking my body. Waves of immense pleasure rolling through me I'd finally slowed my massaging, gasping as I drifted down from my new-found pleasure. After that day, I masturbated in my bed every morning, taking my ripe clitoris to orgasm. But those days had gone.

Dragging my thoughts away from my swelling clitoris, I knew that I was going to have to do something about my ripped and dirty habit. My clothes had been taken from me when I'd arrived at the nunnery. Apart from my underwear, I'd been left nothing. The feel of a pair of jeans and a T-shirt would be heavenly. Hearing a car pull up, I peered out of the bushes. It was a van, a young man leaving the back doors open as he went into the building. Was this my chance? I wondered, scanning the grounds from my hide. The van was only thirty yards or so away. Could I make it without being seen?

Leaving the bushes, I sprinted across the grass and dived into the back of the van. Slipping beneath some old blankets piled in the corner, my heart racing, I waited with bated breath. To hear the doors close, the engine start, would be heaven. What if I'd been seen? Had the Mother been looking out of a window and spotted me racing across the grass? Trying to relax, I curled up into a ball beneath the blankets. The young man had probably come from the village, I reflected as I waited. Supplies had to be delivered to the nunnery and...

"Hurry up," the Mother Superior bellowed. Cringing, I held my breath. "Grab the blankets and take them to the man. I don't want the cabinet scratched." The van rocking, I gazed wide-eyed at a young nun as she climbed into the back and pulled the blankets off me. She stared in horror at me, biting her lip as she turned and glanced at the Mother. "Come on, girl," the woman snapped. "We haven't got all day." The girl hesitated, and then tried to leave one blanket over me. "Get all of them," the Mother bellowed. "What's the matter with you?" As the woman walked off, the young nun smiled before covering me with a blanket.

Trembling, I wondered whether to return to the bushes. If they were going to load a cabinet into the van, they'd discover me, I was sure. Freedom was so close, and yet... hearing the Mother outside the van, I again held my breath. Had she come for the last blanket? My stomach churning, I tried to calm my trembling body. What was she doing? I wondered. Why was she hanging around? She must have been waiting for the man to bring the cabinet out. If he saw me, perhaps he'd say nothing. There again...

"So," the woman grinned, yanking the blanket off me. "You obviously have a liking for the dungeon. Get out of there this instant," she hissed. Clambering out of the van, I swayed on my trembling legs as she looked me up and down. "Take your habit off," she ordered me, tugging at the ripped material. Hesitating, I looked about me. If the young man returned and... "You, girl," she snapped as one of the novice nuns approached. "Go to those bushes and break off a large branch."

Ripping my habit off, the woman waited until the girl returned with a huge branch. I was to be thrashed, I knew as she grabbed the branch and dragged me into the building. Several nuns gazing at my naked body as I was frog-marched through the building, I wondered why they'd not rebelled. Had they got together, they could have easily overpowered the woman and the monk. I supposed that fear had gripped them as I was dragged through a huge oak door and taken into a small room. Wondering why I'd not been taken to the dungeon as the mother closed the door, I noticed a telephone on the desk. Would I have the opportunity to call someone? I pondered. If I rang the police or...

"Right," the woman snapped, her beady eyes staring at me. "I have had enough of you. You've been nothing but trouble since you arrived."

"I'd done nothing wrong," I returned, folding my arms over my naked breasts.

"Nothing wrong? You..."

"I know what's going on," I broke in. "You sexually abuse the young girls. You make out that they have to be punished for misbehaving and..."

"Shut up," she snapped. "Bend over the desk."

"No," I said firmly.

"Unless you bend over the desk, I'll..." Her words tailing off as a knock sounded on the door, she grinned at me. "Come in," she called.

"Well, if it's not young Mary," the monk grinned, closing the door behind him. Clutching several lengths of rope, he walked to wards me. "Over the desk," he said, pushing me down.

I didn't fight as he tied my ankles to the legs of the desk, my feet wide apart, my naked buttocks projected. There was no point, I knew as he bound my wrists and ran the rope beneath the desk, secured the end. The brown teats of my breasts pressing hard against the cold polished wood, I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the branch rustling. Another thrashing, I mused, wondering why I'd been so foolish as to hide in the van. I should have hidden by the main gates and made my getaway when the van left.

I couldn't see whether it was the Mother or the monk wielding the branch as it swished through the air and landed squarely across the tensed orbs of my bottom. I couldn't take much more of the abuse of my young body, the anal sex, the whipping... my buttocks stinging, burning as the rough leaves of the branch bit into my naked flesh, I felt a warm stream of liquid running down my inner thighs. I could hear the liquid splashing on the floor as my bladder drained. My humiliation soaring, I'd never felt so degraded, so embarrassed. The pain permeating the fiery globes of my bottom, I scream out.

"That'll do for now," the Mother murmured. I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the branch fall to the floor. "You said that this wasn't a nunnery," she said, standing before me and lifting my head. "You described it as a prison. I'll tell you what we do here. It is a nunnery, but it's also a house of correction. The young girls are sent here by their parents to be educated, corrected. The girls were wayward, their parents unable to cope with them. We teach the girls..."

"You teach them filth," I broke in.

"We teach them respect, how to behave. We also teach boys... how shall I put it? We teach boys the fine art of sex. We teach them all there is to know about sex. Half a dozen are due to arrive shortly. We were going to use Juliet but, seeing as you're here, you can be the guinea pig. I'll tell you this, Mary. If you behave, stop trying to escape and causing trouble, your life here will be quite comfortable. I need what you might call a head girl. Someone to organise the boys during their visits, someone I can rely on. Feedback would be useful. I'd like to know what's going on among the novice nuns, what they're planning and the like. Think about it, Mary."

As she moved about behind me, I pondered on her words. I could play along with her to make my life bearable, I mused. But I'd be no better than a spy, letting the other girls down, betraying my own kind. As far as I was concerned, the woman could go to hell. If I managed to talk to one of the boys, ask for help... I doubted that I'd get the chance. Knowing the Mother and the monk, they wouldn't leave me alone with an outsider. I'd just have to bide my time, I reflected. I'd make my plans, prepare for my escape. Perhaps I'd see the young man in the garden again. Hearing the branch rustling, I tensed my buttocks.

"So, would you like to become my head girl?" the Mother asked, running the leaves over the burning orbs of my naked buttocks.

"Go to hell," I hissed.

"You're a stupid girl, Mary. You could do well for yourself here. Preferential treatment, good food and drink... I'll give you one more chance. You could join forces with me. Do you want to..."

"Fuck yourself," I bellowed.

The branch swishing through the air, lashing the stinging globes of my taut bottom, I yelped like a dog. Again, the branch flailed my stinging buttocks, my tethered body jolting as I cried out. The sharp leaves biting into the backs of my thighs, I grimaced with every lash of the branch. Join forces with the cow? I'd do no such thing. Like a woman possessed, she repeatedly lashed my burning buttocks with the branch, the swishing and cracking sounds punctuated by my screams, resounding around the small room.

Perhaps I was stupid. It might have been better to join her, I reflected. Given some freedom, I might be able to escape. The leaves biting into the stinging flesh of my fiery bottom, all I had to do was agree with her proposal to halt the gruelling punishment. Could I hold out? I wondered, my buttocks numbing. Preferential treatment, good food and drink - and a better chance of escaping. I didn't know what to do. The branch catching the backs of my thighs again, I didn't know whether to become head girl or not.