I can’t take my eyes of the screen as images followed through the building. They pass rows of doors; the building seems so massive the walls are all stone. Very large wooden furniture every where made hall look almost Gothic. The two women seem to help Alisa almost every step. I’m not sure if something is wrong. They ended up in what looks like a big bathroom. The women help Alisa out of her clothing and into a large tub. I’m a little surprise the tops of their gowns fold down so the now topless women can bath Alisa. They wash her from head to toe, then help her out of the tub and show her how to put on a gown like theirs. It has a large waist band from which the skirt hangs, to my surprise they show her how it is slit for the floor to her waist in the front and back. Next the top pulls up like the hood on a sweatshirt. Her breasts are not covered until the women tie a flap cross the front. I smile it reminds me of a hospital gown, kind of semiprivate.

A man, the first I’ve seen on the video enters the room. He stands behind Alisa and starts to place a metal collar around her neck. She make an effort to stop but the two women and man easily over power her. He uses a large tool on the back of the collar to attach the collar to her neck. It is then I notice both the women helping him have a similar collar around their neck. Next he attaches metal band around her wrist and ankles. He turns Alisa to face the camera in the front of her collar in metal tab sticking down several inches. It has a large 17 on the front. Then he plugs what looks like a USB stick into the side of collar in the up corner of the screen pops a box the 17 across the top below are Alisa’s pulse and respiration rates. How cool was my first thought.

Next the man looks at one of the women. I can read his lips as he calls her number and what appears to be the word “kneel”. She kneels in from of him with elbow at her side with her palms face up. He looks at the second women and she does the same. He then looks at Alisa the box changes to “17 kneel”, she does nothing the man walks to her and pulls her into positions like the other two. After several attempts to get her hands in positions he takes a cane and smack her across the palm, it only took a couple of times before her hands were in position. He put his hand on her head and patted her head, box changes to “17 good girl”.  After a few minute he releases the women and starts over. After 3 tries with him having to force Alisa into position Alisa falls to the floor the box chances to “17 shock collar 15%”. The other numbers in the box go wild, the pulse number double to 150 and the respiration number drops to 5. The he drop to one knee in front of Alisa and the box changes to “17 kneel;” Alisa moves to her knees with hand palms up in front of her. The man, the other 2 women and Alisa practiced the getting into position for over an hour.

After and they start working on “bend down” where the women bend at the waist with hand on their ankles. It didn’t take as much effort for Alisa to comply with his instructions. I’m sure the treatment she received on the first position stuck in her mind.

By morning he taught Alisa 5 positions, “Stand” The legs are lightly spread apart and the hands are folded behind the neck with the elbows spread wide. “Fours” The women are on all fours. “Backs.” The women lay on their backs with hands positioned around the ankles and spread the legs a little.

It seems like I’ve been here for days but I know it’s only a few hours. I try to talk to the other two women in my cell, they only put their finger to their mouth and shish me. The guard is putting us to bed the last hours have horrible, my hands hurt from the caning they took, I don’t know what in the collar knocked me to the ground but my neck, shoulders and back are still pulsing. The collar must be some kind of stun gun. The cuffs on my wrist and ankle are heavy just moving or hold my hands out takes a lot of effort. Why did my mother send me here what can they expect me to learn. Colo wouldn’t let this happen to me if he knew. I’ve got to find a way to let him know what’s happening. I know he will stop this.

The guard took the three of us the restroom with my hands attached to the collar I’m dependent on the guard to wipe. He is directing me to the middle of bed are the 3 of us expect to sleep on that small bed. I lay with my back to woman who got in bed first a chain is attached to ring on the front of the collar. The last women lay in front of me there can’t be 2 or 3 inches between us.

I must have been tried. I fell asleep within minutes of lying down. The morning came very quickly. It is hard to judge time when you can’t see outside. Day two started with what seems like hours of training getting into those silly positions. I don’t understand what I’m here for. I thought my mommy sent me here to become more respectful of Colo. But I don’t see how this drilling will do that.

We are taken for the first food since I’ve been here. It was wonderful my portion was smaller that the skinnier women and bigger that heavy. I guess weight control is part of respect. Still no one speaks but the short commands when something is required. After breakfast I’m given a section of floor to clean and polish. The instructions are very simple. What do these people think I’m a maid or something? My section of floor didn’t pass inspection. Surprise what do I care about cleaning floors.

The guard says “17 stand” as I climbed slowly to my feet I felt the crack of the long stick he carried across my ass, I moved a lot faster. He took my hand and clipped to hook in one of large chair in the hall way. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach the hook. Several minutes later my two cellmate removed my clothes I wanted to cover up but if I tried to put my leg in front of my crotch I couldn’t hold my weight on the other toe. The other two women were escorted to lunch. I’m sure they make sure I hear that because I wasn’t getting lunch. When they returned I was unhooked and given the same sections to clean. I looked around for my gown it was not where to be seen. As the guard was repeating the instruction from this morning I started to cross my arm over my breast. So quickly I didn’t see it coming the guard's stick hit my hand and breast. I jerk my hand back to my side I could the red welt growing on my breast. My legs ached so badly I was happy to get back on my hands and knees. I did a much better job on the floor this time. I passed inspection I was patted on the head and told I did a good job.  I was feed with the other two women. I wanted to ask about my gown but every time I tried the guard but a finger to his mouth and shook his head no. The evening was spent drilling on the positions. I wondered where the other two women where.

Day 3 started the same as day 2 you can be assured I was not messing up on my cleaning assignment. I was working hard trying to get my gown back I don’t like being nude in front of all these people. After dinner is stead of going to our cell to drill on 5 positions I was taken to a very nice room. There was a man dressed in a suit and tie, at last someone in charge. As he walked up to me he nicely said “17 kneel” I stood waiting for him to get close enough to talk too. Be before he took and other step I heard my neck collar beep twice and I went to the floor. I shook there for about 10 minutes.

He looked at the guards and said bring her back when she understand how to act. The guards grabbed my arm and dragged me into the hallway. I’m just starting to get feeling back in my body as the guard hoisted me up and attached my wrist to top of one of the chairs. I’m having trouble getting my feet under me. I alternate between get up on my toes and just hanging from my wrists. The guard waits until I’m able to stand on my own. He walks up to me and puts a rubber piece about 8” long and 2” wide and 1” thick in front of my face, he pushes it into my mouth. He tells me to bite down it will help the pain. It’s the nicest he and the long sentence he has spoken to me in 3 days. 15 minute later I felt the rubber fall out of my mouth, I couldn’t hold it in. My face and chest were wet from my tears. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get back on my toes. My ass cheeks were burning, the back of my legs hurt even more.

The guard unhooked my hands; they brought me water and tenderly nursed me up to a sitting position. “17 kneel” I took all the effort and strength I had but I got into the kneeling position. “Good girl” he said as he patted my head, He has me move to all the positions “Stand, bend down, fours” As he is patting my head for getting to the “fours” positions he whisper “be brave” then he says “17 back”

I lay myself on my bruised and batter back and butt and pull my leg up so my hands can grab my ankles. Its very thing I can do to bare the pain “good girl” drifted into my head as felt every line on my butt and legs burn even more. Then I hear him say, “17 stand.”

“I hope you’re ready to meet the Head Master again 17 I don’t think your body can do this again,” the guard says softly as he walks around me. I stand here with hand behind my head not caring that I’m exposed to the world. I just hope I do better this time.